youre just the fruits of the plant you used to be, they told me...

Big barrels of beer hogs roasting on the fire. Revelry and justice through the proving of your metal..honor..

the fly on the wall, is the crow.the raven.the knower of the unknowable.

If theyre allowed to hack your body Blood or nervous or whatever then you wont have any responsibility your freedom and or any liberty will be lost.

you were the last woman i dreamed about we werent even on the earth the moon and the ability to see change, with its dirt under our barefeet..

Deaths Over coat, winter snow, a bank. reaches heavy, staunches dirty, makes suppositions as it recedes.. recedes to spring. pollen, flowers, overgrowth of summer.

i used to go in there getting big gulps and candy now i just go in there looking for beer and bananas Still looking for you though..

i am finding your mercury planets i am finding your sickness so that i can transmute it, the Transfiguration.

maybe im wrong maybe its just a dimished world view surrounded by a conciousness that doesnt believe in conciousness.. which makes me laugh out loud.

how'd we let ourselves get to this point. where it was almost to hard to get home where the carnival took precedence?