Another ban has been issued by the Prime Dictator. Failure to observe is punishable by leaf rake.
Put thy hands upon ears for there will be horns Trumpets from heaven and bowls of blood French kisses cut with double-edged tongues More numbers than math class They just don't add up My name's John. I'm a dealer with all the best drugs I took something strong to conjure this up Unclean stuff … Continue reading Acid Trips with Angels, aka Revelation (A Poem)
Tying my lace. Running in place. Put my shoes in the blocks like a mag in a Glock. Hammer is cocked, hair trigger, tick tock. Itchy ear, wants to hear, that starter pistol talk. Not so fast, you're not your best, another race, another quest. Another opportunity to fall flat on your face, or in … Continue reading Concrete Shoes (A Song)
Do you think they built the pyramids by hand? What about all the other megalithic structures around the world? Smells like bullshit to me.