bichoose (bichoose) wrote,

Sunday 12th November 2006.

Well IT,that big day in the cosmos is about to erupt to the sound of the ticking clock,and no going backwards,or simply standing still,yesterday is a lump in the throat,tossed off bulges in the trousers and only i will ever know that instant awaken in the dreary half light tomorrow morning,how will i feel,no worse,perhaps no better will lost images dance the melancholy two step,will voyeurism ravage me in the streaky hawthorn bushes,perhaps i will sink under the weight hanging from the ball bag,i can but handle that, it is the mental fight when i want to gnash teeth in the upper crusted buttons on a fly folded inside indigo joe.
Half captured on the rough road,pebble dashed in white, always white..What if virgins ever wore black where would that take us or is it simply me dog tooth death in happy valley streamed in riverlets,droplets eatable,or maybe swallowed and then what of taste..gosh been so long pork pies taste.Instead the jelly rolls around, squirms,squashes and is gone into the zone labeled eat by eternity does that mean trinity has escaped,no possibly a happy wanderer now thrusting into fishnets ploughing old scores in pink boots,leaving no tread on the earth no sign of ever treading

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