Pretending assemble. Seven and a waste of west. Soggy land, juicy fruits, moldy vegetables, slimy human pieces, an embryo's face, seven digitally processed genes, piecemeal toes and fingers floating in drains, plugs, tubes... is it what it is?
Slippery humble atoms, Nathaniel and God and Jesus, a personal extra-personal relationship, exit personality, a real reality.
Where are the Books? Please say something.
Please make a conscious decision. Please argue in defense of the growing green lush potential plant arrangement. Hybridization. Collect striped hyena samples and burnt flaky acre garbage stiff stash aging lava scroll best beast potato mash thirty foot eyelash Shere Khan's flaming vulture branch tail.....
I grew up. My past is old. This time is going is gone. There is nothing to hold on to.
No comments:
Post a Comment