Cells dividing within the macrocosm is the most beautiful to me. Tara
i became obsessive about my pictures you took of them that day that was before the last one. then i woke up at the keyboard but it wasn't in tune. coo embalm mylar, coo embalm. casinos are lonely places. buffets and bad wishes. the first cd pic is hopefully titled "quit staring at me". i made jello this week but it was green not red. when i saw the pic of the truck and the highway i wanted it to be bj and the bear headed to some very out of the way television conference. i could already picture their booth in the autograph tent. now that the future is hear do people like autographs anymore? i think her chicken wings are done so my time is up. i like what your eyes got.
are her chicken wings ever done? the casino was in the las vegas airport. my brain goes to a quiet place for gambling games. it's very similar to the place it goes when playing music. though the gambling silent brain feels like a quiet devil that always wants more and is always pushing towards the next play. the silent music brain feels like a silent sex brain, feels like the million angles of love and also the warm joy of the dark demon wine. i'm not so into playing casino games anymore but i still like to walk through those places. even in the here and now future people like autographs. especially if the monkey is there in that tent. that monkey can drive a semi and wear denim, he surely can write his name on a glossy 8x10. do monkeys have fingerprints? hey miche!!
the wings weren't a hit. too much thyme. knowing about clowns and crashing cymbals i can see how you would get those feelings in the casino. i e-checked and primates have prints. some even have sketches, and yes, their prints are their distinguishing features as they are for humans. i miss demons and wine. sometimes i hear them mumbling and grumbling about how bored they are so i tell them to pretend it's prom night and we've got to get our pigtails on and our sailor cap adjusted. snap on fella. click click.
The fabric of public society lies in the manners of the individuals that make up that society. To hold this fabric together, you have to have those manners. If you don’t have them, then public society will kick you out.
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