10.14.2010

stark.realities

”...dad, we’d i come from…?”

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fear and loathing… it’s time for that ‘talk’...

“well…”

1. once there was this guy called god and he was lonely see…
so he made these puppets he called adam and eve…
and so they were like rabbits and created all the humans.
you’re one of them.

2. a long time ago there was this blob called a blog
and it was just a white page of nothingness floating around in a web
and it was said to be blank… so one day it found an ancient tool
called the ‘user’ and taught it an ancient script called
core.text.messaging… then ‘it’ mysteriously disappeared
but left you in our garage…

3. your mother was part of a mysterious tribe of settlers who came
here from a world and a time that even Time forgot…
they lived deep in the forests in caves where giant crystals grow…
and it was a jungle out there….so they traded you for a goat…
we didn’t need it…?

4… “ah heck kiddo, we found you under a tree…”



conversation.............................

I start.

i can’t sleep
“stark reality”
Headlines:
My Neighbor Mows His Lawn
Thursdays at 11:00…



i’m a freak and i’m talking to myself…
how strange am i?



we are all strangers to ourselves at time….. god went surfing with the devil and forgot about time…a plethora of the torah allah gory and gene oligargy but sadly all the descendents of adams rib decided it was all a fib



it may make a dif
to a womans upper lip
if the ribs of the adam
were exposed
no bloody nose…
that’s a gory scene
and believe or not
god and the devil
do agree



our lady of the rosary kept the sacred blood tightly under her lip
joseph of arimathea was quite ambivalent about his resting place
on glastonbury tor he left his staff that grew into a tree
the myth of the holy chalice born for all to see



“grins the chesshire”
a mary.math that rose did keep
sacred blood for all to weep…
....wait…alice…he hasn’t read the books….
Jake’s riding the rails
King’s cake is for sale
and I swear we had toast
for supper….



mice and rabbits hitch hike thro the galaxy
thro the looking glass tweedle dee met tweedle dum
the mad hatter jumped over the moon
as little kitty and snow drop looked for the door in a room

there is reason
for the gRail
in the gRace…
and there is season
four of gRain
and one to gRow
”..yo Joe’self…”
said the apparition
it’s all appreciation
to the guardians
who keep it real…

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