blasfemme

I am done writing...I am handing you my torch...ok I lied and am stealing some comment space for my own self agrandized fortune...all you'd have to do to make your dittie complete is do what all the other self important poets do...add some obscure words and mention a parent or something...but truth be told...I like it as is...effective...I hate words like effective.


the truth....nowhere near...liars...the doggone lot...fuck it, pick it Wilson, my son of gods, they must be, the must be friars of crazy, stir stick Rembrandts, castle walls of sand, walls of eyes at the bar, big bitch, big bird, cats, the hive, driven to reprieve, and sky dive, yeah yeah yeah, the rolled, joints serving beer on coasters, toasting masters of war, asylum orderlies, sleazy motels, cherry cricket philosophy, and mention it was me in the window etching skulls for circuses, for carcasses, cases of linking logs and primroses, mystery and the jibber jabber, idiot Jesus slander, bible died prose.

The Force you speak of... hmm?
(I'm on a Star Wars binge)