This is another relic... for some reason I am mildly entertained by, and I feel like show and tell needs to be regular, so...this is what i give today...or any day...more words, and if I could paraphrase Huxley...strange exotic creatures from the antipodes of my existence....dig in
ps...please take no offense...I'd recommend the tongue over the cheek...
Jonesing, keeping up, and unwillingly falling behind, melancholy.
Praying for leper messiahs, David, is for the myrrh king, Ziggy.
The army of genocide felons riding rainbows scourges my holy alliance
I want pyromaniacs in my garden, perverts in my churches.
My world is coming along just fine, masochism for mercantilism
Jesus for the sonuvabitch, love lessons lost like crack, niggardly cocaine.
This is not about anyone anyway; fuck the pope, with a black dick.
Suicide, believing in a cause, give it all you got kid, do it big, grand man.
Utopia, where are you, you stupid cunt, blame women, nothing better to do.
Figure me out, I dont really like eggs, or breakfast either, sex is just fine.
Reggae, gospel on pot, Bob; palindromes for prophets, maybe one.
The thought of her is comparable to god in the Tao Te Ching of my bellows
I need love like masturbation, and sex like wisdom, gracious bastions
Love is a hopeless pursuit I am traveling faithfully, debutant delinquency
Lingerie is the Lamb of God, slain on the floor, rarely bloody mercy
Perfect bubbles.just Jesus on a dildo, fucking Christ.
Orgasm, heaven, heaven, dont argue. Heaven
Hell, racism, ismsjust me, how about me, yeah fuck you too.
ps...please take no offense...I'd recommend the tongue over the cheek...
Jonesing, keeping up, and unwillingly falling behind, melancholy.
Praying for leper messiahs, David, is for the myrrh king, Ziggy.
The army of genocide felons riding rainbows scourges my holy alliance
I want pyromaniacs in my garden, perverts in my churches.
My world is coming along just fine, masochism for mercantilism
Jesus for the sonuvabitch, love lessons lost like crack, niggardly cocaine.
This is not about anyone anyway; fuck the pope, with a black dick.
Suicide, believing in a cause, give it all you got kid, do it big, grand man.
Utopia, where are you, you stupid cunt, blame women, nothing better to do.
Figure me out, I dont really like eggs, or breakfast either, sex is just fine.
Reggae, gospel on pot, Bob; palindromes for prophets, maybe one.
The thought of her is comparable to god in the Tao Te Ching of my bellows
I need love like masturbation, and sex like wisdom, gracious bastions
Love is a hopeless pursuit I am traveling faithfully, debutant delinquency
Lingerie is the Lamb of God, slain on the floor, rarely bloody mercy
Perfect bubbles.just Jesus on a dildo, fucking Christ.
Orgasm, heaven, heaven, dont argue. Heaven
Hell, racism, ismsjust me, how about me, yeah fuck you too.
It does become dense, cloying. The Creative feel the density smothering and no choice but to pinpoint-laser, focus to diffuse, direct like conducting...re-mind the emotions and refit.
(The hearts and head's junkyard orchestra. Old tires quickly. Fires in a paintbucket. Flesh-hose flowers...etc. unknown)
It's really to make anew. Something never seen, but man, it feels, doesn't it.
Familial. Familiar.
Yeah...I agree, or I should.
I don't know.
I just have to do.
(Nice piece above. Bliss-anger. How old is it from when?)