With a late start due to closure issues, toyed in my attic with the idea of posting original verse for the first time in awhile because I don't like you anymore, but blessed art thou, a quick confab led to submission for flagellation & mockery & three-point shooting contests & on the off chance that the editors are drunk or high on Bach Flower Recipe, well, yours truly is no benefactor of bad form.
Oh, alright, here you go:
This place truly has become a running, unfunny gag. As penance, here was to be a pseudo*-philosophical examination of the complex relationship between multiple variables & their iterations but, in the interest of sanity, distillation: to make making sense of making sense makes little sense with these heresies in hand, for that way lies only madness whose warning's preserved in unseen lines where I still hope to discern me amidst all the carbon copies exempt from the burden of right & wrong, thus, cleansing woodland darkthroning this morning.
*duh, what else
Duck -- duck -- duck --
geese.
Nature trail to hell.
Where burnouts burn.
I ain't no monkey, sure can't climb no tree 'cause I'd fall & break my neck.
Freedom, horrible freedom.
Where I stash my stash.
Good for catching land sharks.
Close encounters of the solar kind.
Damn thing is still following us.
So are these little guys.
Enjoy your joy whilst ye can, future post-apocalyptic wasteland.
14 comments:
awwww, there's even a smile!
I'm assuming it was too early in the morning for the tricked-out Civics blaring Eurotechno?
Hmm, not ironic enough?
Surprisingly, too early for everyone, including wannabe Ukraine Nation gangstas. No speedtrapping cops, no city workers getting in a post-rush hour slack, just the usual senior power walkers.
Graves, you swine!
The Shadow Knows that you were wearing shorts.
For shame, for shame.
Regards,
Tengrain
a late start due to closure issues
Oh, can I borrow that excuse?
P.S. I like the orb through the trees shot.
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who needs irony when one can Darkthrone?
I like a street that smiles back at me, as I'm walking all over it.
tengrain, why would I be ashamed of these gams?
if, sure, but for once, I was being literal as I'm here till last call.
Orbs!
thatgirl, even Fenriz smiles when doing so.
karl of the österreich, spray paint smile will last longer than the chalk scrawlings on the non-dirt path, thus further opportunity for sole crushing.
I'm counting the minutes 'til I can start getting high on Bach Flower Recipe. I have to wait until -- oh, hell with it, the sun's over the yardarm somewhere.
You may not be aware of this, but squirrels do not carry rabies. Geese, on the other hand, can be downright nasty.
Holy crap, Randal...watch out for those freakin' squirrels! You KNOW what they're after! Run away!
tom's not here, man.
jim, plus there's all that poop.
nunly, sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't.
That's one of the best examples of concrete poetry I've read in years. The Shadow knows.
Just pop over a bottle of that Rescue Remedy please. Hocus pocus I've lost my focus. The body pain is killing me and God only knows where God went.
This place truly has become a running, unfunny gag.
That's true for me on the local, state, and national level.
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