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SEPT. TANNIS PITTY-PAT; SO STUPID...

           SEPT. TANNIS PITTY-PAT; SO STUPID...
            I JUST LOCK THE DOOR AND ALMOST LIVE FOREVER
             Sept. 1969...the Eternal Nanosecond Nucleus crossed the
Plain of Infinity Doors, all over. Maybe, that Absolute whim-wham-
whammy, for sure, yes! First utter aft the Logroom Pinprick of
ex-imploding Bliss..."I love her, I love her." AS MARTIAN SEAS
GRIND THE LORE ENACTED INTO DUST...Sept. 1977...Within the
Yangy-Yin of the Blue Poetics, we wade the flow of the Jelly Docks.
And, the male M.G./Sept. 1979...I move to Waukau. Sept. 1995...
I scatter my brain-cookies for the 6th time. The Naked Damascus
Stimulous, urk. I say merrily, God! PLEASE SEND YOURSELF TO HELL!
Too much diet coke do I drink nowadays? Sept. 1998...movement
to a singular locality of Certain and Complete free-zone Solitude
Habitation, yip?! no cat, tho. SO! SO! TO SMILE IN THE GARDEN
WHILE THE PLASTIC BULLETS RIP THRU MY GUTS, that my prayer
                                                                                          Earthling.
Sandra Bullock is really pretty. And Raymond Burr is dead.

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