…butterfly kisses and geranium droppings, slizzer across the page once or twice again. Into the crisp shark bite of Los Anjali’s big apple Spark lite Marianne Havilah’s Avenue spray. (PhFew) to be equals O btw, the sultriest darker knight. By the Mana of time in-Memorium and the ides of Jupiter; 3rd and 4th eye. Fall fell into autumn from a delicate moon. Yung above and beyond foolish man’s deep understanding. Sound and safe landing on the palm of my redivisible hand. Like rivers that ran through the constant gardeners vicariously hanging position still in Babel on. Don appeared spritly from the middle of Nod, butt like a soft contact shoe lense, in need of Leviathian’s lastest fitting TarTar revival EXP>, the Anti Christ cried<out of time> This is, it for me bouys and for girls, yes Even you. Andy, the chimpanzee bridesmaids admiration squad of Ron. The Titantic’s bound to gate crash the go slow love boat to China, rear ended. The skeptic tank has been submarined and level tarpolined.
And there ain’t nothing that anyone good here can righteously do. So you might as well too, like me just give in, to the facts and the figures, the rhyme and the reason, of the Lord of the Wring. It’s Finnish, again I say it’s finished ad infinitum .At this imprecise instant for no particular reason on the other side of the room and not a painting too soon. The layer of the dragon ladfy, the weeping dark shadow of the weepiest willow about to explode. Let’s all call it the John. Into a sneezing dwarf planet shhe delved and then into the Bubonic plaque, by way of common influenza. Held onto Agriipa’s bottom head and its empty shell Banks and the last dying leave and turned whence it came. Into the splendor of the the Golden age of Man but not Mat. Replete population, unsampled Money family distribution tree. The Everest of all rivers, seas, straits and conceited deception seeders, was conquered but not descended, remember? Believe in me, five talented Misteress Mr Ripley?…(Don’t Panic, John the Revelator of Patmos doesn’t either;, I’ll remember you when you’ve forgotten yourself )
© God Anon, the mother of God, a bitch of a bastard son of bitch,
AD and BC
inspired by butch cassidy and the sundance kid