Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Fascination has found his way down below my knees.
following me again
He does whatever you please.
Fortunate his body as my gulf of water.
Ignoring the gentle blows I have sent to his ears,
to his eyes
Every now and again
when time has run into today.
you can look above the stars and see your meaning,
the novel of your life
Fight for your life.
Fight for your freedom
If he is not shouting
then he is not here.
Cursive writing.
Crocodile tears.
And who to believe if I cant even believe the left side of my brain?
This is not a game.
The reality created for you
that is the game.
Don’t let them poison your daughters.
or you may be finding yourself soon with granddaughters.
with the absence of a father .
(The media is poisoning the children. They are told to be whores and killers and these whores and killers in turn reproduce their own offspring of whores and killers...and the whorish killing nation perpetuates into a larger whorish killing nation until we all are selling ourselves and murdering our neighbors in the name of religion and morality. Don’t you see how we have been made into slaves? )
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