a dream in one actpoems
Randomiscellaneous Musings
a young boy stopped me on the street the other day asking about who ran this country i sincerely replied "the bank
wouldnt it be better if everyone walked around naked so they didnt wear clothes made in sweatshops by poor starving children
death is not the end nor is it the beginning
tis just a mere interlude in the wonderful monstrosity of life
the slug lays on its throne (is it alive) it has overthrown the world
now if you turn on my television from the tv itself it thinks the remote is lost because you didnt use it
lust over gorgeous languid summers cook beauty though elaborate milk the life I want swim in floods of light like a petal when blowing in the storm from white, black stare, drool like our puppy watch their next picture
this is the end but closer to the beginning where everything happens spontaneously without thought or logic dreams are reality and reality is a dream
Nov 17, Dec 30, 2000; Jan 2, Jan 10, Jan 11, Jan 20, 2001
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