zaftigg

madness
mad
maab
::pop::

(to deal)

so there we are
in bowels of nowhere
churning and waiting
to be spat out

and mewling and crying comes Jesus on stilts
in bondage gear
whining and teetering back and forth
screeching to be heard
but he is in my background

because the face of the angel flashes before me
the dirty sooty 40 year-old angel
and all I can see is what I thought was a black bindi
but it's not where it's supposed to be, I contest in my mind
It's in the center of his forehead
but it's because it's not a bindi
it's a scar
burned through
to the back of his head

there were so many other characters
interesting, engaging
but those two were the only that I could bring back with me, I guess

dig deep, scrape off the grooves again sometime, no?
alpha waves and what you will.

cl0ck
ps I recalled most of this while sitting on the john... commence rocking out with your cock out.