Sit.!!!please listen: as animals go,well
What. Do we know that we eat them:
And all the vast history of the world
And the embryo will somedaybe some body, some
One
And all the information swirling in space eternally:
Why should I study this 1000 pages I didn’t sell anything
To make more? We all want to send out some thing
We are all embryos, sitting in our mothers womb
We are not though, we never were or will be
Any one, nevernevernever we just like to think so.
If you was off the strret then what, even though its cold and cannot think of going out what for, cause the dives have the same old hungry faces,
But the quiet permeates with the clock’s slow tick
The you is all there is, this body is so passing,
The you is all there is. Ever.
Tick tock. They always ask why shy, my my?
Always? Because I never know anyone.
Never.
Hey hey, hi hi, rokin roll will never die.
Can’t get to know anyone sitting in that chair!
The other day. A thought hit me.
You don’t have to sit, now, the dive down the street.
Who are you?
But, the cave what of the cave? Can you ever go near it again?
What? Where? The cave you know I don’t ever want to feel that there is a connection about this feeling of being drained as a sign that there is no love: the depletion doesen’t mean. The eternal frozen of the 1 and only soul you may servive on?
Although its unforgettable, it is forgiveable
Where do you live?
Where is it? In those green luscious spaces, where the deep cavernous of your body grades of brown like a forgotten woman, gaping, out, all generational terror, as if the cavern the mist arising, and eternal dharma wheel birth death the wailing of just slaped babies mixed with deathrows uppon white hospice endgames!
What do you do?
The mix is so abject to what is going there in your hallucinated nightmares of being here, before,
Oh no chime in it’s all a dream, watch out might you awake something fearsom. Green pastures mixed with pains and gothic cathedrals just harboring some humangous amount of terribly secrets, bells toll the end of war, and now you ring up another item at wallmart. What are you thinking awhile?
Why do you come here?
That it must now or may come to a screetching halt. Oh sin. Oh future!
What do you do?
You never know but thanks god for the number one remedy. The ingredients are secret. In a very blue bottle its a witche’s brew.
Do you want to know me?
Love potion #5. Now you know why the serpent is two tongued. Do you want to come home?
Where is your wife?
Just sit there, and I will come again. Don’t move.
I can’t bear to touch you.
I am fearfully obsessive.
Doubtful guilt. Now very past.
The ethereal forest, the primeval heart.
Always think: you are loved.
That’s how. You came her, and that is. How you go on.
And that is how you go, unnoticed, as a whisp, gently
Into the river, carrying you away.
How can you do it?
You mean?
Yes, carry that primordial mask all around.
I can I can I can can