Ode to my cold and flu season and the miracles of recoverylol
Entering the dark, as fond optimism fades into the deluge which is the human condition
Unencumbered by restraint, the clear images of human predation drift though an open portal peering into the course of events.
The deluded futura seems so heavy scratching a way out of an open grave. Ripping desperate hands clutch at the crumbling soil, again and again repeat.
Ive always thought the soil cascade would settle on the bottom of the pit and with legs alternating up and down a person could press the soil into firmament, eventually rising.
Or writhing through the debris as a worm, wiggling this way and thyn until a soiled labyrinth abated to a growing surface free of fertilizing decomposition.
Yet I forgot how the soil sticks
Mud cake and mortar between the cracks and crevices too small to notice filling the emptiness in something that was once called our lives.
Tired so tired just for some sleep a moment of rest perhaps to close my eyes for a moment and let the soil rain, covering skin and bone; sinew and muscle just for a little while just for a
This is what Carbon Monoxide poisoning must be like. Just a slow march to Sleepsville.
And we live in a garage planet
Unrestrained parasitism and the denial of idiocy, I just cant believe ignorance is bliss.
It just makes a mind ignorant. This is no path to eternity.
or to anywhere else for that matter.
Happy Screaming Spring for tension cant be relieved to a spring through suppressing it.
IT MUST BOING!!!!!!!!!!
Dig that crazy cold and flu season as well as the Moniker meandering
Cheers
Entering the dark, as fond optimism fades into the deluge which is the human condition
Unencumbered by restraint, the clear images of human predation drift though an open portal peering into the course of events.
The deluded futura seems so heavy scratching a way out of an open grave. Ripping desperate hands clutch at the crumbling soil, again and again repeat.
Ive always thought the soil cascade would settle on the bottom of the pit and with legs alternating up and down a person could press the soil into firmament, eventually rising.
Or writhing through the debris as a worm, wiggling this way and thyn until a soiled labyrinth abated to a growing surface free of fertilizing decomposition.
Yet I forgot how the soil sticks
Mud cake and mortar between the cracks and crevices too small to notice filling the emptiness in something that was once called our lives.
Tired so tired just for some sleep a moment of rest perhaps to close my eyes for a moment and let the soil rain, covering skin and bone; sinew and muscle just for a little while just for a
This is what Carbon Monoxide poisoning must be like. Just a slow march to Sleepsville.
And we live in a garage planet
Unrestrained parasitism and the denial of idiocy, I just cant believe ignorance is bliss.
It just makes a mind ignorant. This is no path to eternity.
or to anywhere else for that matter.
Happy Screaming Spring for tension cant be relieved to a spring through suppressing it.
IT MUST BOING!!!!!!!!!!
Dig that crazy cold and flu season as well as the Moniker meandering
Cheers
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nahp:
Hey!! thank you very much for the love on my set Sunday Vouyerist i really appreciate your support
selene:
You really know how to read Hieroglyphs?! 