i\wannt to sleep for weeks like a dog at her feet

do you know this poem?

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yes

[[]] no (correct answer)

but a human guy screams too:
"fuck this bullshit!
my clean picked frame
won't be found 'til spring!"

grabbing a log
i swung, un--, wildly left and right
at the fanged-metaphors
fucking them up so badly
they ran
some tails between their legs, nursing their wounds

my apologies
for having ruined --ruining-- their holiday supper
but in almost a short hour
i was having fun at a party
until someone joked
about my beastly wolfish appetite

oh shine down your primordial enthusiasms goddess of sky and take this disfigured asparagus from the turbid gelatins of my heart

now that you know this poem, you must also know it's author! for this is the world of forms no? every communication a filter a reflection of the auteur: this stade du mirroir is not so aluminium but mostly silver: see the flesh the humanity in my fasce! how could it have gotten in there except in gushes from my heart

the heart says "a man with a pair of waxen wings about to leap from a cliff"

man, that's how i feel everyday

if we look deep into our souls what will there be?
that question gets asked every generation and generally there's some reactionary force inside, or some proactionary force, which i guess would be birth control and condoms (zing): the evident, screaming proaction
besides that minor enthusiuasm though, what is there? is it only avoiding making the next generation so that they cannot revel in the empty i do? what a stupid force
if beauty: pursuit, creation, nom nom, is really the whole deal, that rules, and i look forward to mudpaintings and 'green' architecture as the art continues to digress to more rare forms, and recall the whole mushroom eatin, dog huntin days of our 90thousand years ago auteurs did

at least there's drugs and girlfriends and dinners though, that'll tide everbody over until the predictions from the 1960s washaway from the psyche of CERN and Newscientist and MIT's theoretical sciences dept

may your dogs drink wine may your days waste time --- > get jobs in offices and wakeup for the morning commute

i'm in love im'm in love, i read Ssatanic verses, and the whole time john ratajkowski should have been a character in the book and also should make a business of painting arab peoples, very sexy arab peoples

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,301736,00.html
FARE AND BALANCE

pd. drown me one more time
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