Life is imitating me. Making cat calls at its own tail. ..
Added 2023-11-10 21:09:05 +0000 UTCLife is imitating me.
Making cat calls at its own tail.
Growling from its reflection with its own fangs
Real real real
Basterdized topic is: what is?
We are all ancestors of an eaten tail.
Freedom is called enjoying one’s function.
It smelled like my dads blueberry pancakes when I went up to record him and my brother tonight. The brave new world means never having to say sorry but yes. It also means no closed doors (metaphorically speaking of course)
It’s all like purposeful pimple implantation only for extraction and satisfication is the product. Consumers are we.
I’m being electrofished.
Now I am become death. The destroyer of worlds. Mocked by thoughts meant to push with their mocking bird lullaby. I am but a baby boy with a bush.
I’m struggling to get to the top. To light this Christmas tree corplex with my tiny hands. On the shoulders of many a trusted few and with dainty but grimacing prowlece I stretched more than my aching bones could bare it to plug in the hoard of the flood. Now with atoms boat in toe with serendipitous reality, Noah’s arc could finally float. The structure was safe. I was safe. I gave a wink to my most trusted compadre as I leapt off the bow of the electrical tower collapsing into the darkness of infinite free fall secure at last within the planes of eternity never to hit ground zero again forever.
