there are no friends...in purgatory...

…mélange spice so spicy tableaux shades mirrored a dorian gray dandy t.s. mans the megaphone mimics raven like ,“nevermore…nevermore…” a wraith masked red and quite dead it seemed no hand me downs hanging out in baltimore…(…“a witty saying proves nothing”…oh Voltaire)…dusty musty more like the decay of antebellum certainly drier than pandora’s dirty box of marionettes lucifer lord of light lights up with delight…smoky smoking hot…netherwood a hardy wood and so fragrantly woody…the pit and the pendulum hell to pay that gay blade orpheus…oh the bells ring and throng…a party…there are no friends in purgatory and in hell just dead bodies with vampires eyes sans souls dancing like horny zombies…heaven is on the itinerary more like a lottery of the lucky ones who never guessed their destiny…up pops a flashing sign,“no vacancies”…move back to the end of the line in purgatory…for the impatient there is an exit straight to hell…perdition has a heavy price to pay while the bark barking dogma barks…all gods children go straight to heaven…but first you must be born and then reborn again…,“curiouser and curiouser!”…a nip and tuck cut here and there with darwin’s blade…did you hear or imagine it…,“someone pull out his tongue”…,“fool cut off his fingers and pluck out his eyes too”…judas shouts with a mischievous scowl survival of the fittest is befitting after all…all the evil ones are gathering wood for the crucification of the true believers…the union boss steel eyed blast his manifesto,“we are on strike!!!” how the hell will there ever be an easter parade…what a chuckle from you know who…while the merchants are selling heresy…seek and yea shall find…the truth will set you free…very few dare seek…and when they find the truth need reassure from the authorities…servile indentured servitude all wrapped up in denial no one knows…what is beyond deaths door no more than the spark of consciousness at inception before birth and in between just the snarl and howling and then the bark barking dogmas of god believers and the bark barking dogma of godless nonbelievers…there are no friends…in purgatory…

there are no friends...in purgatory...

montdragon

San Diego, United States

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…thoughts banging around inside cabeza siete or siete cabeza none stop whirling dervish slam bang thank you m’am what is up is down black is white wondering why so many types of dogma philosophies exist or morphed into miasma of wtf about the ifs and so many whys of anomalies dinosaurs fossil fuel ancient stuff that shouldn’t be there a variety (plethora) of different humanoid skeletal remains and where exactly is the garden of eden and cain and able married their sisters (who married them…?…by what authority…and their children…OMFG!!!) what makes the bible the bible and the koran the koran why are some trying to get to heaven but afraid to die to get there and those on the heavenly heaven express fresh as daisies seventy pure and innocent virgins are just waiting for them and where do the seventy virgins come from and do angels really have wings of course purgatory is just another day of waiting…in the day room…a hurry up and wait…without friends…

Ripped out of the little Book of Inanimate Memory and stuffed back in…a wrinkled torn page stained with the milk of human kindness.

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