Lackluster Ruminations, definitely will help you get a good night’s sleep.
Venus, Cupid, Folly and Time of the Triumph of Venus (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Here are some more random thoughts running through the undercurrent of what
is left of my synaptic membraims. If you trail off though you may miss something.
Crumble.
Decay.
teeth falling out one by one
spots showing up in field of vision
but fingers know the way
if not, they find the way
to keep the Spirit smiling
crocuses poking their heads out early
in my imagination
or maybe not MY imagination
hard to tell these days what with
crimes against reality
perpetrated by every 14 year old with an iPhone5
So I have to fill out another paper document for the amusement of the Matrix and
as I ponder this and see this document in going off in transit like the opening credits
of Monty Python’s Flying Circus and wonder what mysterious object the Matrix turns
it into upon its arrival in the Central Processing Unit. Perhaps they just convert it into
a binary string that they pipe into their comedy clubs, if the Matrix has such things.
Her pussy, every time, felt like what Prince Charming Felt in his nads when he
slipped that Glass Slipper on Cinderella’s foot.
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