Friday, December 2, 2011

Love is a lampshade

The buttocks of a morning have risen. Love is a lampshade sitting in a corner unimpressed by the gay apparatus of life. Quiet, the bookshelves are still sleeping. A bible instructs the blacksmith to build metal houses. Within them nothing can exist. As it stands, the angels barely exist themselves. Now we've seen the last of darkness. Now we've seen the last of immediate strangers. Take pride in mirrors. Hang your dreams on coat hangers. Rest assured a good days work will not go unrewarded. When you turn the street corner wave to your fellow man. How glorious is a morning with no evidence of life!

Now, crossing the bridge, we see the woods are without complication. You may kiss your wife, but literature only exists to ensure the mechanisms of sleep.

Evidently there are wars, but atrocities happen. Sincere are the pleasantries of man. If the crippled can't walk we'll force them to write phrases. Now, let us mingle among ourselves. It's an afternoon made for kings and queens. Go forth and squeeze blood from diamonds and back again.

Spirit is the chemistry of the flesh. My body once flew across the countryside leaving me much to do with nothing... How does one sleep without eyelids? I am like a locust living among the swarm. I wish to be a herbivore. I study the methods with which to devour flowers. Here, have the night sky. These road maps lead to idle passing. I've seen everything, but nothing always seems so pure. Even the sunshine prefers natural shade.

The terrorists are actually aliens. They wear scarves and write bad poetry no one cares to read then eventually find their way to Hollywood. And we dig their neat mottos.

There is no such thing as monsters. They're taking the sound of rainbows and putting it on to the radio. As a result, the quality of life has increased by three magnitudes! When you fall in love you can expect a friendly reply from your representative. The more vague the better, as always, to help ensure everlasting peace and solitude. When you buy designer napkins you'll may win a free trip to Tahiti (feel free to go swimming but don't pet the crim. Have you ever seen the dark side of a pound cake? It's quite the fascination).

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