Apocalypse

bookworm557
Author: bookworm557
Word Count: 152
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Apocalypse

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

    ufosIsee

    Nice bookworm…..... Creative…......

  • bookworm557 replied

    thanks ufoslsee :)

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