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, October 26, 2014

Ted Barrington (1934-1883)

...NO HELP WANTED
                                 
                                 Hunting For The Whale


                   “and if the weather plays me fair
                               I’m happy every day.”


                     The white that dries clear
                     the heart attack
                     the congressional medal of honor
                     A house in the country


                     NOT ENOUGH
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