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remember that School Of Fish song Three Strange Days?
what a period. 1991, I think.
this is a non-post.
blah blah whateve.
sOMETIMES YOUjUST HAVE TOI STOP MAKING SENSE.
I’m going to keep adding to this post until someone comments.
And now, a poem:
do your griffin thing ‘n howl
wide and feral and in tune with the prehom
get out under that orb
‘n howl ‘n shake
them little craters lookin’ down
some say smile i say laughin’ at you
cause i got the dark in that way
too much sun in the back of that brown toyota
blistered up fierce
all serious with the abbot ‘n allen debate
on the essence of activism — out or in?
‘both’ would abbot later admit
but on that day allen got a little ruffled
with the Wild Haired Fellow
raised his voice a tad
we all tensed —
This is gonna be the longest post ever. No one can stop it. Ten mile post.
Seattle Funk, man.
Republicans are insane, brother. Trying to bring on those End Times they read about. It’s going to get heavy, I think.
And now, another poem:
you weird old blacknwhite potsmoking cat
a hunnerd and fifty and still got the swagger
front claws like daggers she’s holin’ me up
i still scream therefor i still live
the icon of indifference now friendly to fault
bump of an ancient head tells me i’m not dead
but somehow deficient in ethical tone
and, she insists, quit writing this poem
At first, it was all done in jest. Then he locked the post from comment, set the time stamp to a Trillion AD, and just cruised on forever. Cruise control.
I’m still working on the Jupiter Sheep Documentary, with full YouTube postings of all music and a few nekkid pictures of Senrab. Stay tuned.
The post known as ;qiohrgihqerfgujhqer will be darkly notorius.
Still no comments. Daring.