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saved and deleted.
our sacrifices have no limitations except void where prohibited by law.
rainbow alley moon.
what is written in the good book of flies.
who can understand it?
who has ever really tried?
it remains on book shelf where everyone can see and sigh.
but that is of no consequence becuz it probably isn't true - or not.
the easy exploration of encountering propaganda in your pants.
goat gods.
political pig and butterfly.
the science of nuking a mini pizza without fits of untoward confusion beset upon us.
unexpected and inappropriate or inconvenient.
take your pick.
a staged appearance of divining occult hee haw.
can you take it?
why do you weep?
make magick happen.
no one has to know but you which witch are you.
hot dandy.

flash until tomorrow sitting at the counter at the diner in from the rain scribbling not poem into a notebook triple mocha at hand wondering about the millions of bees they are killing with their convoluted logic denial at war with nature when it is themselves to blame he laughs about cuz there ain't nothing else for the common idiot to do while the greedy rule the world.
flabbergasted epiphany all of suddenly at once fading fast back into the gray dim.
something like nothing.
something like everything.
cheesecake.
cobweb mind uneasy treetop predicaments random consciousness being here now for no particular reason.
to experience.
to feel.
to think.
to wonder.

leftover nightmares crawling toward the doors of perception locked against the intrusion into seductive occult ceremonies devised to make $$$ for the few at the expense of the many as is usually always the case with everything as it should be since the masses do not understand subtle objectives but worship noise at large the louder the better.
he don't know what everyone tells him he ought to know which is ok with him cuz he sees them all not going nowhere he wishes to go anywhere without them being around all smart ass and shit like they are no matter what.
sketches of skewed reality fantasy into nevermind thing limited consciousness happening words like ice picks formulating redundant ideas of fear unknowing rebuke from masters of ignorance pride falling on their faces putting on robes dragging across the floor waiting for inspiration.
this is nowhere else it might happen to be fighting against ourselves.

lovely mittens scatterbrained rambling nonsense in an attempt to for a consensus of thought forming a plan of escape driving rhythms proceed toward broken mirrors arching overhead along the speedway searching for anything to bend the mind from itself to the extent of whatever he knows limited by feeling unconcerned about knowing anything as not much interests him much at anytime the circus comes to town or whatever else might be bored with conversations about the absurd which has come to overtake him as it will be now so much is meaningless to him observing from a distance of mind as others pride themselves to be corrupting influences just to be so laughing at nothing he understands to well to be amused except with certain sly grin as he imagines torturing them slowly to death but why bother when he could be sleeping.

farting profusely once outside the door to smoke thinking about how to get rid of all these mindless stupid people programmed automatons they've become if not always being.
he knows others have felt similar feelings of disgust.
what to do?
he doesn't know but to close eyes and breathe cycling rhythm releasing him from worldly concern in a moment.
thrown away into the world perhaps by angry gods all the time at their mortal creations blaming them for their own divine shortcomings.
it becomes a very old thing.
he returns inside gathering his stuff and coming home to nap.