Take the paper and set it on fire. Dip in water. Throw gold to the wind; she’ll catch it, that’s for sure. Nothing done by abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz; nothing in that violin. It smells like everything. Hot sheets from a copy machine, amazon rain, slick mud and ice where more asses fall than feet. The constant zzzzz of a sleeping comic, of a computer’s inconsequential buzz. Yes, it’s drugged; everything is high. Did you think it was all white and gold virgin? Nothing is sacred anymore; the Bhagavad-Gita is hung high on a cross with five pillars and a fat man in a crown of thorns. Rub his belly and you’ll get lucky tonight; you might even die in a day. Khimars thrown in the air like graduation caps; yes we are done now! There is nothing more to hide. Let our homes grow moldy in the millennium’s garbage. We’re all wasted anyway.
ufosIsee
Nice bookworm…..... Creative…......
bookworm557 replied
thanks ufoslsee :)