Silence
me? No. I shall silence myself upon my own gag of repulsion.
Swinging to the no ringing of my clock who has finally put a sock in it
and yet is keeping time...this time. Shut me down? I don’t think so.
If your own brain is not open to reception, turn yourself off as you are
wasting electricity! Pity...walking dead...shot in head yet alive to a
degree, but not 360. Words spew and stew
upon a stove until burnt...smoke billows and kills willows while a frog
eats a fly. Plug your eyes, plug your ears, plug your mouth, plug your
ass, and plug your nose as it might ruffle your feathers...don’t worry,
chickens can’t fly either. If you did not sense it, it does not exist
in your pluggedupness. Amontillado couldn’t do a better job. All your
bricks are in place. How Fortunato!
Addendum...
Music...
the sweet screech of relief as the strum releases the numb...vibrations
create movement, but not in closed cells or collapsing cells which no
longer or never did rejuvenate. Its too late...yeah, it is too late.
One could masturbate and not cum
to terms with what exists outside of self. How boxy by proxy...a total
relinquish for sure. Rob, thank you for being open. Do feel free to
take my anger and bring it to music so that it may be danced and stepped
upon until it is broken.
This
needs a pot to simmer...are you a swimmer? Swim upstream and create
the dream that is YOURS...mine lies in minds eyes and sparkles upon a
grain...sandman grandstanding in late hours has the power to poke holes
in souls, but he sometimes passes me by...saturated in a wake of...I spin
out of control and think I create...I think...I am...not...knotted, but I
am open and for it. Are you?
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