after the purple pimpernickel i try to relax my tunmmy |
as fast as a song you try to slow down |
bark barn |
barney and me. |
barney couldn't get up today, and pooped where he lay. |
boom! and all the irony gone! and all i see is purple! |
but the racoon is not sad though it's me |
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copp softly pads up to thorny oracle |
skater |
summer flashback, for livia |
and for livia |
and her gift. |
grandma said everyone has mental problems today or at least i say grandma says |
grownups seem to be incapable of telling the truth, so i will refrain from telling the truth to grownups, though i be deemed childish, and to eat what i want, and to never appear grown up. |
i come to believe the greatest evil is stupidity |
but wait, i am evil for walking my dog off the leash |
i was born in the nuthouse |
i was often persuaded, while i read, that this possible or ideal reader was someone long dead. |
i wept today |
at the childrens music recital. |
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in the basement was a swimming pool. last night i dreamed three movies for julia roberts. |
Isis |
rising. |
it's easy not to breathe |
intuition gets settled |
kid, my precious kid |
pity |
Recital |
religion of fear into love |
sad love |
sad love |
save me from the world imposed on this world |
something was missing. then i knew it was my breath. they say that's the most natural thing about dying. |
thank you mom for life. damn. |
the dwarf poisoner? |
coming back from death the survivor is told to forget about it |
the survivor is told to forget if she is to survive |
it could be a different place, not even a what if |
their brains did not get enough air so they're often always in a bad mood and rarely wear purple. | the purple apopleptic haters. |
then we grow up and we're full of excuses |
there are people who make drones for a living. |
twiggy crosses |
legatee weeds on missile meadow |
white crow skater |
you know what. what. you know what. whaat. the impossible is actually easy. it's easier that the possible because if it's impossible you don't need to do it. you're a smart kid. |
you may be branded a lunatic. you may be dejected in the asylum. |
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