Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Gershon Hepner

backseat boa



The father of Fleming, the author of Bond,
left on the backseat of a car that his wife
had lent him a boa because he was fond
of the feathers that pointed the way to wildlife.
The son loved the ladies as well, on his brain
so much sex that if Allah had sent him to heaven
he’d have heard very soon this great writer complain
he needed more virgins than Double-O-Seven.
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