From a thought to a birth; or Why are we reproducing?A Poem by M. KellyThese bulimic tits, The ones that are astray, Teach us moral and social ethic.. I've seen ethic in the eyes of Yes-men And damned or be damned If I have nothing to show for their ethics of nausea.
Until our minds cease to wonder, Future civilizations will believe our society was wrought with Iron and Calcite tombs with magnetic wireboxes for our own banal enjoyment.
They might laugh until they start to watch the program in their heads entitled "Dissertation of Heredity"
Then they'll be fucked. © 2008 M. KellyReviews
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3 Reviews Added on June 28, 2008 AuthorM. KellyMIAbout'The observer is a prince, enjoying his incognito wherever he goes. The lover of life makes the whole world into his family.... Thus the lover of universal life moves into the crowd as tho.. more..Writing
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