The paintings are becoming more vivid again, Marley. One of the most terrible things that has haver been born just crawled under my skin and is heading straight for my cerebellum. Once it begins to tear and gnash at my nervous sistem I will be an angry motherfucker again, and I won’t even remember your name. I will swear at the stars and bind myself to hatred of all things, the microbes that controlled animosity inside my peace valves will be raped and thrown into burlap sacks into the new york river. A few days will pass and on the twelfth of October, a sun will rise with much more essence than its brothers and sisters. It will rise and grow brighter and brighter, untill all is whiter than any holocaust bleakness in any history book. The one thing you need to remember is that God loves you, even if he did try to rob a liquor store. It wasn’t his fgault, the hipster with the sad grin made him do it.
Call me old fashioned, but the smell of lilacs makes me quiver with a sort of euphoric shock. It is trendy to go along with the most immediate urges, while those who pursue greater depths and levels of necessity are burdened with the collapse of their social life, and the ridicule from those who choose not to explore themselves. It is a cry for help when society collapses in such a manner. The bonding agent that shoved us all into this same world is imploding. The nexus that will replace us will be the focal point for love, and the land will crawl with babies of all creeds. There will be a war, and the babies will starve and fall into trenches. They will fight back, nude and covered with mud, but their efforts will be callous and misguided. The young must again obey their peers.
Money revolts the anarchists into bumming homosapien flowers. The periodical discharge from the cornea may be a result of the truth burning into your retina, and searing your mind like a cow being branded. It wont be long once you have forgotten who you are, and then you will forget what you stand for. Monotony goes well with monopoly, and true dissidence will come with the plausible discourse of action and happenstance. The vixen with the solid green lips will be the one who dances with villains, and it is her that I need to talk to, and tell her that the earth is dying.
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