gibberish, makes more sense on paperA Poem by Billy"oh no," the supernova isis, "sour apple Jolly Ranchers are stuck to the ice." Our gods will all end in stellar explosions will will will, terraforming soulular focus, terraform the souls themselves! we will all- it begins - exist? (ethical) we will keep this word in a dark corner. we will search the universe for light but everything is getting pulled toward or away from the middleish part dark core. we can't quite make out what it's made of. technicolor - what the f**k is up with that? Playing jenga with friends, I was winning. I used my pieces, I built God. But then when the bottom pieces were all ut and it was floating there i wasn't quite sure (can you ever be?) it smells like detergent and bad breath - mine. and i see computers, tvs, records atop stacked because that is my room at this moment. NOT ENOUGH BOOKS. acoustic instruments are my favorite i think How can you ever know? god isn't anybody i remember. we're all spinning around ethics, but we never mention them. diff'rnt "oh no," said the supernova Isis, "sour apple Jolly Ranchers are stuck to the ice." Our gods will all end in stellar explosions. will will will. God is terraforming our souls. And when we are all Gaia we will really begin to exist. souls, souls, they are all so pretty and nice. Yours is in the orbit of the dark center of the universe. Never can quite make out what it is we are all spinning around. © 2009 Billy |
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Added on May 6, 2009Last Updated on May 6, 2009 AuthorBillylevittown, NYAbouti write stuff alot, some of my favorite writers are virginia woolf and neil gaiman and philip pullman and e.e. cummings. i am pretty quaint...i don't do much that is interesting. i don't have a driver.. more..Writing
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