Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Bring the bookfair back!

These clothes are just clothes rags to keep me warm, not definitions.
Wouldn't that be nice.

It's "wha?t" 356 times a day.
Read SOMETHING. ANYTHING.

We are of a different caliber.  (class, sect, religion, region, dialect, background, lives, worlds,)
I'm just better than you. (but honestly I don't know that much)


Iwantmychildhoodback.&mymother&myfriends&alltheopinionsihadwhenIwas6.
What makes something write or wrong?

When did this become okay?


Sleep should be worshiped.
Drugs should be banished.
They just wanted to see what could be done with no outside knowledge. They wanted something pure. I can't blame them for that.

Mad science revels.
Bring the bookfair back.





And with it the idea of flying away in a peach.  He was on drugs too when he wrote that.

Luck and work, life and death.
Every time, I've come up short. but only within my hand, and not my poker face.

Don't give dust a place to settle and you'll never get tied down, but where on earth have you ever seen dust never have somewhere to settle?


© m.f. /Roxywaters  Mar. 2011

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