tin can
instead of wifi,
: well, remembering a life I don't have,
everyday
a saturnine refusal to forget
the Life that is death.
Broken - hearted from the separation
- - - - renunciation - - - -
temporarily ameliorated in sexual intercourse; the illusion of completeness.
This asteroid back,
girl never coming back.
living the life of an individual perturbed by weakness.
satisfied by not thinking (the thought through)
and the fantasy.
Satusfied by the GOld that is not mine or yours,
or quantifiable . . pervertedly quantified in order to make usable,
to make using comfortable.
a period of forgetting, foraging
lust.
Deep Forest,
overgrown by mistrust.
is that cheese ?
I can't stomach cheese, right
now.
thank you
clear the way, Kristin.
blow the trumpet,
lonely alligator.
Live
Do not hide your heart.
happy in times of self-knowledge.
alone in the portending
one God
one phil
3 biodiesel fuel gas tanks of community
for the forgetting of
the point of unity is within,
not existant without.
a fearful tremble grasping only the
gout of the lack of empathy existent
in the fast food triumverate of
mcDonald's
whole foods
and quasimoto had a farm.
mistaken the porus swiss for communion with the source.
austerity,
and the rest.
.the only rest I can allow mySelf.
I am again my friend.
reason without end,
is a completeness
cutie sweetness.
cruelty meat mess
meet rest,
nest new form etheric pilgramage
please bombard the sound with silence
Kristin Shaver, hair
grown in baldness
sheer love
God's mess;
my new friend and a reason not to end or begin lieing again.
cutie formed trend of mindless defend
want a hug now
flax seed man
dandelion crayon.
Good, goodieness.
in sickness
in health
the ringing of the bells
what do know that I know not ?
community,
the knowing which forgets God.
we've been eating too much sweets,
to many beats
loose melody
loose sound;
hearing,
loose crown.
contentment
contented, there's a contender
undeserving of the names
that I have
not yet repented.
help me on the finger,
Satguru please linger.
a faithful servant,
serving stomach,
and grind.
a bad friend _
doleful behind.
arrogant twitchy me,
arrogant friends of mine allign.
I am no different, yet critical in my void of value
manifesting non, giving non
friend of Porta-John
who am I to be in manifested form,
if gown known is of black bar, tar,
and shorn ?
Sweden is a place to go,
Sweden is a place to be,
Sweden is a place I have been.
Cold misfortune of a defense mechanism
I feel,
I feel like a singular icicle floating down a cold river.
elephant + pig skin,
black horns, a treatise
with the old mincery meatery
her peacocking beanery.
Bolivia Boils bursting within walls of sand.
Time rots, does not create rot, but
is a substance thereby which it
is allowed to perform the illusion
of rot,
the illusion of solid Gold.
NOthing like it, Nothing like God
not to detest.
God is not a name that can be spoken.
Siva is not a dashboard token.
Gold is not deserved by those in the field,
nor those in the home, nor those above ground
nor those overthrown, out of town
: in silence may I better hear,
dear confused friend of JezebeL.
lost, forgotten,
(yet) time rots, but does
Rot me not
is always was
as is today.
Gamelan, and Bali, and Java, and India,
Uruguay, Egypt, Rome and Malayasia.
the days of Christianity, the time of Buddha..
None, no one, happy to be one
outside of the historical context,
refering to the systematic rolex,
in time does I rot,
but time does rot not.
rod, front lawn Sod
and Gomorroha
pourage in the morning.
My Dad, my Mom,
the penis I falsely grab.
the wound I continually stab.
And the sweetness,
not a change of attitude,
but of action.
From the non-existent to suffering a satisfaction in remebering to forget
that which causes one
to feel loveless pain
in non-existence.
Breathe Teresancient Spirit
into that which is dear to it.
Your heart.
Your ethics.
Your personal existence.
Treatise to a monarchy of Jello,
OR
I do not need freedom from the king,
because the king does not control my freedom,
which is self-evident
in
this temporary jello
that is watermelon flavored.
a constant hello. a considerate jiggle. friend , eternal wiggle. strange existence
cold
temporary in the eyes of that which is temporal
nothing new, old, sad, good, bad in that which cannot be had, but is, as
much as we can know how it feels to be, the only light which we can
attempt to with hold,
being held by
Writhing that we can know the meaning of that is as profound as the science of silence.
"To know" is the Science of
treame, and Biff, and Brad.
to KNow is the mistake of Sin Bad,
a reflective age, an ageless society
portending not to exist.
my self inclouded, lost
In stockholme syndrome,
lost in the lust of sound, sex, and Oilspill.
Sang Sattawat
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