Flipping the coins and limbs on the bed sheets where,
You tell me that it’s dangerous for us humans to be gods.
I am looking at too big of a picture, you say.
It’s all in front of me on this platter and there I am at sitting on the edge,
looking at a platter where I sit on the edge looking at a platter where I sit on the edge…
I want to make ecstasy.
Urge to go home.
So serene is the mountain goat that spirals me up to the smelting paradox domain,
where the wave bends back in a distant present.
Bumps and ridges that are untouched by the geometry drawn on the page.
Projecting matter, it rides the wave.
Ah yes, remember the new days?
Du(e)ll…and I want to go back.
We’ll show up wheeling.
You are young and haven’t yet died.
About as old as the universe.
Is the breath that comes back in the know?
We march down in the rain smoking cigarettes.
To the waters where the salmon float on their sides with no eyes, we trot.
Like you and I, they come in pairs,
struggling towards the calm waters where they can mate.
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We can make something beautiful out of our crazyness.
“I know too much and I am trying to forget.
I don’t know about this ‘ignorance is bliss’ deal…”
Peacock feathers that dangle from her pointy ears.
She is a witch of the devil in a rectangle representation; the exalted Saturnine.
“We gotsta play the game darling…
Not quite sure of this special event.”
Looking through the eyes that gaze back,
There is nothing personal, and cannot be.
Your misery is the misery of the planet.
Your joy is the joy of the nebula that bore you.
Respect the trance of the minerals.
All you need is a sharp shield to throw around.
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Picking the thyme salmon out my self-enameled hooves that chews the dirt of the earth’s food.
What I do remember from the not satisfied: Mathematical card tricks.
In short spurts it ends as you pick a sucking fiend who was for the love.
Cowering, nay, not from above, a tired old hemisphere where the Buddha stands by the fisherman,
both grinning in a room full of stars that forgot about the central sun - forming into planets forgetfully degenerated.
Luna at its fullest moves the wisdom teeth out of the darkness.
The single-human ‘Justlikemeandyou-bluesband’ is a lonesome plural, but for short.
Out here as the commissioned minstrels with no plan,
the harbor is pilled with screams and laughing ghouls (human at the core),
setting off projectile explosives accompanied by deep-space coloured lights.
All this time I spend figuring out the time I spend.
Whistle, whistle, and whistle. Whoowhoo who.
Saw the frown of the not yet born.
Little men constructing cities that bite with weather or not you like it…
- I have crushed a universe and naught remains.
- Hmm…how much of it does you got?
- I sell potential; an inextinguishable source; an inexhaustible product…
- Ah yes…put it on Brahma’s tab.
Everyone one of us, held as the sun in the arms of the priestess.
I know yous all gots a photo packed in a drawer somewheres…aint stopping till it bleeds.
Can only fix when there is a problem to.
Alas deal me the mode…everyday the same face, the same meal.
A harmonica solo with the flavor of parsley from a garden,
in a town about 20 minutes away by car from where you reside is what I was looking for.
Sticking up my fingers in the stinky merchandize from the lack of a dessert.
A smoky walk did it.
Partner is down, and the one so proud floats away helpless.
“Ever eatin’ Aloe Vera straight? Bitter troof.” Concerned AI.
Teeth that chew themselves down by the support of other substance,
is how things come together at this time…lights in the sky.
I hope I am not scaring you
I fall in love so easily.
It is that I feel the wait of what is to come…
For the cycle of me; for the cycle of man; for the days and nights of Brahma.
Fragmectal…apart within, without another. Publabooblapublaboobla…
Powzsh
Awawooo
Wplatnroo
Patadaloo
Loozchamoo.
-Krivosheikosis
