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a conversation about the coming of our little breath of god

Breeding: a nutty concept isn't it?

I have this alien enlightened new breath inside me
and it spawn from me!? something I have yet to grasp fully
and don't know when i ever will. True, true. Breeding sounds
so ridiculous at a time like this, but then again what does time
really mean anyway.  Acircle we fill with the ticking of squares to please our narcissistic need to nap and need. AND: we need to breed, you and I. We need
more savory souls with circus eyes and marmalade minds. We need
more you and I in this world!

I don't know who is ready for something as exotic as birth and new breath,
but no luck is wished in your corner as i know you won't need it.
only truth, calm and oneness is whispered your way. remember to never play the
part society planned for you but stay true and install those values in your

little breath of god.

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  • mushroom king
    November 28, 2008

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    Freudian slip

    You and I? Perhaps in another lifetime while space makes separate, time measures decay and fate draws lines criss crossing the teetering dominoes while my mind builds demons out of mud and companions of chicken bones. I inhale and blow out smoke rings to entertain my lack of discipline before my fingers contort into claws to find the opening, translucent membrane a karmic test, choking on my own piss tearing ripping missing the point while mundane makes mud monsters in my mind pressing ripping biting sloughing off the dirty little pieces, scars like candy bars beg the baby vampires near I'm missing the bad memories solace in that metallic taste a pillow full of razor blades. Fluid spills over me a nauseous new something as I suck a gods breath from its air and I fuckin blow as hard as I can with every cell vibrating in love, longing, hopeless and desperate for the moment this and the this there is no next nor past. Shaking wet on the floor looking forward ever pressing now scrapping now, always.. against concrete and paper... Did you know that chemically humans are happiest when born and then a slow decline in mood occurs until the dreaded midlife crises and then a slow increase into old age.


  • JohnWaynePalsy
    November 25, 2008
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    interesting

    perty dern cool reading.