Heavy light weighed heavily on heavy Beverly as she imagined
Light’s light pressure. Light, of
course, does not exist, just light and the idea of proper Light superimposed on
a minor, a student, a follower, or a trailer like a comet across the sky barreling
towards earth. Earthboundness being the
problem of Lucas the Turtle on a line from start to faraway finish regarded
Roger Rabbit at Rabbit’s End, at the foot of Jack and Jill’s hill and a foot
from finishing, what a character!
Pandora’s Box of Orthodox spontaneity, also described as a can-o’-lightworms
‘n’ universal dialects if not accents and body-language. A buncha beat-boxin’ Haw-stah Far-eyes,
regional hastafarians, say goodbye! Because they are on a trip from God like
the Blue’s Brother’s mission of musical missionaries, except more like the ice
proselytizers in Mosquito Coast.
They team up with pacifist thugs and start drum rumbling or drumbling
and the drumberling’s rumbling tummies they are numb to when the music hits
like Sublime, Bob Marley, or heroin, although they are too enlightened now to
try the hard stuff even though they once tripped on oxy. Fuckin’ hippie lightworms. Turtles all the way down, Sturgill! It all means nothing, “Shut up! Ladies! Eu cand vreau sa fluier, fluier, ah
providence, ce enfantement! Why couldn’t
I have the ability to be cool?” I think as I whistle ‘Voux le voux couchet avec
moi?’
The author frequently committed artistic euthanasia and then
wrote about the gray skin and waxy pallor of the recently deceased, that morbid
creep. Barbeque sheets.
The infidel blood-dance is an orgiastic routine. Swingers and fundamentalists raking hands
over a loaf of theft sings ‘Happy Thanksgiving!’ despite enormous debt to
foreign banks home and abroad. “If only
blood weren’t so revitalizing!” thought the thirsty throat gnasher, gorged on
the flesh of the once living. The
heathen wears a crow cap and with the mind of a murderer concentrates on Depp’s
worst role.
Black-and-white weather: good, bad, and/or etc. Irrational and erratic thought-patterns
published in black and white print have me sitting indoors wishing the weather
were more weather so I would go outdoors and read. Maybe I’ll just smoke the joint I started an
hour ago and put out. Smoking solo, solo
cloud, solo weather experience. This
goes against any reasonable profit-driven motivation. Commerce doesn’t exist in a vacuum unless you’re
Hoover and we all heard about what happened when he took office! (Founding
Fathers will fill you in.)
Effory Sharp miscommunicated the esoteric scripture of
fluency because of her pitch, frequently falling flat. “Gee-flat-flat” chanted
the one-note-wonder in monotone F within the choral din.
The danger in believing you are doing a certain action
correctly digitates its action on the plane. If you were to correlate their
features, you would discover a revealing insight into the human species as I am
a part of, as a vessel for ideas from above or passed on through tradition. There are really no new ideas, only
rearrangement of fragments that already exist.
Striving for a more pointed perfection, expressing interest in the
individual. What I mean is to query
specifics. When your team is on offence,
it is just to offend. Undermine
offenders, defiantly, “de-fence!”
Who removed my wherewithal?
Where did my wherewithal go? If we were all truly all-inclusive, we could
all be truly rich indeed. If we were
truly open to open-mindedness, we could be easily overcome prejudice inherent
in issues, on issues, and around issues.
In his shoes, he issues a stench…
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