i wouldn't want to sleep in the

creep slip and drink pho

noddles raw meat the soup

cooks the food the coup

Life On An Earthly Mars or The Children's Cruzzaide

caps a due dates dollying

on the christmas tree ornaments

to be sure the cherub eats it's

chicken noodle television screen images.

the balls of time that ring

around a keyboard that puts pressure

on the joints of a lamp ready to die out

and fade like glazed donuts at 5 p.m.

in the morning's dew in the sunny night.

a sharp elbow and a skinny neck of an

elephant as the flamingo

shakes the ground when the

fly and the 9 of spades collapse o

n the ground in epilepsy.

when the things that run into each other show adoration for the sometimes illhearted nature of the dangz the world of enigmatic abstraction abstains to disdain melancholy strumpets. the harlots of the industry of pain deliver the goods in gears of war on drugs that help people and not the bad ones. the evils of the roots that aren't grass but still pass for the same object aren't objects at all -- they are real people trying to convey true feeling in an explosion of sonic catharsis. messages cannot be blank. ensure your post contains main characters. peace out and much love.

Love, Boostinsane