Thursday, February 21, 2013
Geese Stay Away
Bleeding from my brain, I answer the phone anyway. Beaten and bludgened, I trudge through the nightly city streets. Being kind, I take mace in my eyes every morning on Oahu. TAZE ME already, baliff #2. I limp today, but I am far from gimpy. All of you far too wimpy. Know what you give away and only give away in the service of a queen. Direct forces, direct voices. Men who NEED passion to live, eat, work, and fuck properly. The POWER of the will of TRIBE creates the sexuality of TRIBE and true hierarchy. Sin is the puddle you are all in. Time is nigh to make your morals high. No more buttsex until I lose my first chakra virginity, in The Paris Hilton, on my wedding day honeymoon. I wait to make it perfect for all around. Love will come, until then we change out around me. No more targets on me unless I just want to take the saber or .44 that day. I will be a trained force maker, in every strength, before I use weapons actually. It is time to just say, "YES. Make the call already. We all fucked up to infinity, don't do it today." Maybe it takes a knight to fight for communication to coffee bean queen. My Caribou Russian Csar Nickalos 2 seems so far away today, but he smiles through the windows as elites pile in the clown car and head to Vegas to bet on ME for a change. Sorry Pete. I uncross the hairs in your rifle scope and tell you to stop groping me, telepathically, TONY(Thornberg). Energetically I may be boppin, but I've got an amputation team on my right leg this week. Maybe we make you take that apointment, actually, FREAKBOY! I just live in a town steeped in evil, and watch for geese.
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