Free Write 1994

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Topic: The Rest of the '90's




When chaos reigns down the good wrod passes into a passage of meaningless monosylabic words threatening to ball on the horizon as a lightning bug thunderously eats of the night smoke and the katydid says slowly languidly that she didn't infact or was that because I was taken (mistaken) for none other than the coming - even though I'm not even breathing hard - of the anti buddah but if we lived in such a hindu state would the Skipper call his first mate "little buddah" I'm not sure but I am sure that we'll never know flow go show ho sho 'nuff I picture the hard pellets of dried rain melting down my face sharpening the carbon of my nose as I - no i - give in to the last column of purple flame that consumes the melange of blood (arterial & venous, of course)(yellow & blue may make green but red & blue make royalty)(and if that's the case then I guess I'm as royal as hell)(royally wasted,perhaps) and yet I know nothing except tie-dyed dreams on black & white days days that my penis engorges full of this combined blood wanting needing stroking from a nice lubriderm vaginal cavity but settling for my hand instead as my wiggling sperm spew forth to die in the pink toilet paper to bear any burden is my routine daily task of awakening to the soft pud of hormones that may mean nothing to this pseudo historypod (podiatry is underrated i believe)(but what is belief but the me of me and the i of i) eyes that see nothing but the stars would not be useless but beautifully faceted gems that gleam with the colors of a rushing stream (sex) gurgling (sex) past a winter's dying door as it becomes spring (sex) embodied (sex) a board of education that makes education boring long long long long short short short days before - before the queen before the whore knock knock who goes there me up klnock me up who oho and the little shit that needs to christen my toilet is crawling past my sphincter muscle and whtat is it that makes feeling blue like the filial taste of new rain? Thank you and goodnight.


And to clarify, I was not on anything... it was just me writing a freewrite after a long stretch in the desert. Ok, me and mefloquine. earthwulf