A flame
A flame burns blue and hot within me
Bloodlust or cool indifference
Burning, burning, burning
Oh, how I hate so much of the world...
I will cut tiny slits in his arms
And shoot coins through
Make my deposit which will kill him.
And everyone else will be so safe then.
The comic relief will ride through
My mouth, the egg and cheese.
Gentlemen, be seated!
It seems to me that the time has come.
Murderess, heart, and soul and mind.
I will kill him if I ever see him.
If nothing else to protect the world
Myself and my family will live on.
We'll give him a moment to consider
Each bruise bump and scratch.
Until the mobs of useless and feeders
Feed upon themselves in their frenzy.
Oh, how I hate him, more than any.
Endless paragraphs, much like a fantasy
And finding people who will do this.
There is always the film industry.
Bloodlust or cool indifference
Burning, burning, burning
Oh, how I hate so much of the world...
I will cut tiny slits in his arms
And shoot coins through
Make my deposit which will kill him.
And everyone else will be so safe then.
The comic relief will ride through
My mouth, the egg and cheese.
Gentlemen, be seated!
It seems to me that the time has come.
Murderess, heart, and soul and mind.
I will kill him if I ever see him.
If nothing else to protect the world
Myself and my family will live on.
We'll give him a moment to consider
Each bruise bump and scratch.
Until the mobs of useless and feeders
Feed upon themselves in their frenzy.
Oh, how I hate him, more than any.
Endless paragraphs, much like a fantasy
And finding people who will do this.
There is always the film industry.
posted by dyingember at 11:11 PM
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Society for the Dissolution of Learning
by Angela Ball
A scientist reports that evolution is
"A factory for the almost impossible,"
So, I've decided to go there.
I am a seminary for the pretty close to impetuous.
A nonscientist, I see the creation of life
As a kind of bulk mailing,
Much of which arrived
At the wrong address.
My extensively shaky reading habits might help:
"Our world," says John Lukacs, "has come to the edge of disaster
Precisely because of its preoccupation with justice."
I agree! I resolve to abandon the pursuit of sense,
Which turns intentions into roller skates
And revelations into laundry.
from Night Clerk at the Hotel of Both Worlds.
© University of Pittsburgh Press, 2007.
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