final byebye pome for Geo W Shhhhwhat is wrongwhat is rightcan upside downever be topside up?boatpeople vs. pirates- badguys busy stealingdaughters, taking food,valuables, leaving familyfor death,can't shoot back'cause Carter, thankfullyReagan rode cowboy.....miss acomp.....( patriotic pageant )& no girlie manfor we have nothingbut fear itself& this milk bleedsred / white / bluehow to defeatterrorism:becomethe terror yourself& blast heathenbomb'd to belief,hellyeah ammogodw/ starlit streamingsu.s.a. #1 fuckshitupper& many other"great disappointments"misappointmentmake baseball interesting,strikeout or K.O.sendin' batboysfor black 'n bluebeatings:feed patriotismw/ plentiful coffinsuck it suckers!sayso sound fundamentalbankbig & buy warbondbailout best for billions(drillit babies drillit)tappin' dat hero hole- think w/ yr dick( cheney )flya flag unfashionable'cause we ain't nosissyass'd faggots'n we got walmart aplentyfor katrina wave trailersplumbin' sixpacks all idol'd( sunshine )what is rightwhat is wrongcan topside upever be upside down?↑↑↑↑↑↑↑↑↑↑↑↑↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓- - - - - - - - - -
There's so different kind of hungry in this world... that I live myself to think when I watched these pictures.That glasscan full of stuff: this world is drowning and swamping in different kind of rubbish, there's a lot of sickness like greedy.. and sicknesess like "anorektia" in which this world is driving us....etc.all that kind of was I thinking in this morning about these pictures...
yes, i know what you're saying Satu.often, gum comes wrapp'd in flashy package, but provides no real nourishment.the glasscan, it is full of bones of a dog, i found them while walking my dog down the railroad trax, the bones had been there a long while, i stuffed them all in my jacket pockets -- something about a train hitting a dog, the remainder of its skeleton against the crashings of technology.the little snake skeleton i found on the ground, such clear of ouroboros, are we there yet? the cycles.moth, spider, cigarette butt, 45 big-hole adapter, bird feather, cork -- my reminder to breathe freely while breath is still left, trappings of the mortal coil.
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