A woman with a thousand faces. Make them believe you're someone else
every single time. Contact me for big city capers, car chases and
other devilry.

No Asians, my ex was an Asian.

Its simply bang bang bang over and over again until I can't feel a
thing, when the world is black and I'm numb to it all,

Then an explosion, but there's no debris, only a colorful fantasy
world bright with newness and hovering above a placid ocean.

But the colors run eventually and the spinning tops wind down.
Everything becomes shades of grey swirling in black, reflecting no
light no life not even madness. Only the slow grind of a low frequency
chaos, designed to chew apart the world at the smallest possible
expense.

This is a life following a track that punches through ceilings and
plunges into mountain sides, that skims sulphur pools and glides on
the oily confessions of a million million souls ashamed to be alive,
all their petty jealousys, twisted lustings and broken dreams they
themselves tortured for a cheap laugh while a silent empty night
pounded on fragile wills in hobnail boots.

***

A dewy morning, light outside but still chilly. My bus arrives in ten.
Care for a smoke?

A professor with a viewpoint to warm my heart:

http://brintmontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/07/textbook-prices-publishing-idiots-and...

xanthian.

The dirge of the ol' Golden Rule:
"Do unto others as you'd have them do unto you.
"Do unto others as you'd have them do unto you.
"Do unto others as you'd have them do unto you."

The dirge of the Golden Rule, digging a grave and singing a song
called:

"Do unto others as you'd have them do unto you.
"Do unto others as you'd have them do unto you.
"Do unto others as you'd have them do unto you."

The scraping of shovels biting the rock, the crack of the whips and
the rowing of oars, the whole mass of men singing, singing, a dirge of
the ol' Golden Rule:

"Do unto others as you'd have them do unto you.
"Do unto others as you'd have them do unto you.
"Do unto others as you'd have them do unto you."

We're headed for falls and we'll never return, so break out the drums,
the fife, the fiddle, so we can sing us a dirge of the ol' Golden
Rule.

***

Ever notice how when you almost bump into someone that appears to be
absorbed in thought you most often assume they're not paying attention?

So, why is it you almost bumped into them?

Perhaps they are so totally absorbed in thought they are paying attention to
the Entirety of EveryThing and NoThing all at the same time?
And that's why they didn't let you bump into them in the first place?

Who's zoomin' whom here?

Keep your eyes open next time.
And your misinterpretations to yourself

[exit soapbox mode]

ahem... er... uh...

RMG (c) 2002

... i once had a thought*

*it hurt

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I, being in the land of Popeye-Killers, having emerged there after
taking a recent flight through a darkened hole that I saw a green
rabbit hop down. Why was the rabbit green? It had been spinached by
its peers, and sent to exile.

In the land of Popeye-Killers, walking down a white and puked spit
hallway I found myself intoning to the very walls, "This bitch needs
some spinach."

I had heard before of the advanced cow game from friends and scholars
in a time when I was old enough to sit in the temple and ask the
Pharisees and Teachers of their time that they had learned.

It's not a game you play lightly. One must pick His opponents
carefully because otherwise you could end up tied to the tracks and
despondent. Down out and bound like a sack of potatoes on the rib-
rabbit express. After that, it's an invincible existence in a place
where sound is not as it seems. You can hear things that aren't there.
Don't ask me where they come from.

One fact that is generally overlooked when researching the mysteries
of the divine age, is that Jesus Christ had everything to lose. He had
everything laid out before Him. A host of angels to serve His every
need. The shifting clouds to call His own. Total ownage. He could ask
for any woman's servitude as His wife to His Father. And His Father
would have granted it. However, Jesus Christ saw Zaccheus in the tree
and that was a deciding factor in his Quest to carry humanity on His
wings. He pursued this quest to the extent of dying on a cross for His
intentions. Did He lose it all to gain you? Only you can make that
decision.

Dear mother Dear Father,

What is this Hell you have put me through
believer deceiver day in live my life thru you in this thing they call
life

Dear mother Dear Father
every thought i think you disapprove curator dictator always censoring
my every move

"What's not to like? Tight
Black pants, smilin', hell of took
a shower lately,"

i'll have to do the Achura Defocusing Ritual somewhere else. perhaps the
MaClellan galleries. dear god. that'd be like trying to pray on the
paintball range.