Frosty da snowman
Bluelighter
drunk trespasses
Gods or daemons forgive my drunken trespass into your realm
You gave us the bard with his dark depressions, he great loves and his lovely madness.
Hinlien broke down the barriers in science fiction, gave us new beliefs and freedom in pleasure
Amongst these giants I come to play
Music thick like syrup drips into my ears
The sound of thunder, pain, orgasm
A trance wave rise cresting in alcohol filled veins
Wandering in these fuzzy halls, purple carpet zebra linings, the bitter taste of ale in my mouth an emptying bottle in my hands
Rhythm pumping as the darkness rises eyes open to fight back the tide
This year holds nothing for me. Time for the next one
Planes fill the sky with rolling clouds. I rode one today. Did you feel my rain?
Silent screams in a gale the voices speak we must pay head.
Dance in the night fires, wear animal skins and call to night moon in grunts and growls
A regression is called for.
Dip back in that primordial ooze reform the building blocks dance with evolution
An angry old man sits in a chair clacking metal balls in his hand. The ringing bells are the sound of another family’s dream dying. Bitter triumph in defeat he smiles. He was once that child.
Ugly squishy thing under a dark chair moving with malevolence in the muck. Feeding on primitive thoughts shitting nasty thoughts, the brain polluted too much pollution apparently the ozone hole only clears out the good air.
I died last night in a air conditioned room. The past brought me back, strange my horoscope told me told it all go.
Time has gotten away from me. The glass is empty. The head has faded. And it’s time for this random typing to end.
Gods or daemons forgive my drunken trespass into your realm
You gave us the bard with his dark depressions, he great loves and his lovely madness.
Hinlien broke down the barriers in science fiction, gave us new beliefs and freedom in pleasure
Amongst these giants I come to play
Music thick like syrup drips into my ears
The sound of thunder, pain, orgasm
A trance wave rise cresting in alcohol filled veins
Wandering in these fuzzy halls, purple carpet zebra linings, the bitter taste of ale in my mouth an emptying bottle in my hands
Rhythm pumping as the darkness rises eyes open to fight back the tide
This year holds nothing for me. Time for the next one
Planes fill the sky with rolling clouds. I rode one today. Did you feel my rain?
Silent screams in a gale the voices speak we must pay head.
Dance in the night fires, wear animal skins and call to night moon in grunts and growls
A regression is called for.
Dip back in that primordial ooze reform the building blocks dance with evolution
An angry old man sits in a chair clacking metal balls in his hand. The ringing bells are the sound of another family’s dream dying. Bitter triumph in defeat he smiles. He was once that child.
Ugly squishy thing under a dark chair moving with malevolence in the muck. Feeding on primitive thoughts shitting nasty thoughts, the brain polluted too much pollution apparently the ozone hole only clears out the good air.
I died last night in a air conditioned room. The past brought me back, strange my horoscope told me told it all go.
Time has gotten away from me. The glass is empty. The head has faded. And it’s time for this random typing to end.
