Willows wait in silent corridors, breast feeding the solid air as it were a stinky little pageant of hodge podge little doggies. The flamboyance! The Renegade! There is no hockey team to stout to withstand the impenetrable force of Stud Stod thank you mod. Waiting for the worms to arrive and seeking out the treasures of forgetting. Forgetting wasteful fucking jerk-off homo sapien peon of glacier friday. Glacier sunday. Follicle empowerment is my profession when I feel like spinning my lamp this way and the other way all all ways in between the infinite space of infinity. Infinity is all of the ducks in all of the bathtubs of all of the mangoes of all of the PAIN.
"I have nothing to say
and I am saying it
and that is poetry
as I needed it"
- John Cage
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