I am against religious morans
Understand.
The universe becomes a math problem
Which is troubling to me:
As it makes me feel forced to deal with two realities in two different ways and life was already complex. Oh well.
I BELIEVE LIFE IS A WORK
And not always a work of art.
You got to sweat.
People don't want to the big sweat.
But sweat!
Maybe a one and a half star world now.
Not really it is almost always a constant half star world with torture now and then.
Good conqures evil by conquering it.
It grows to a giant Angel and evil has little to do to fight back.
There was nothing but glass,
Two sides of the day
To freeze the wilt insane
Weeding out the demons
Diamonds live.
Hold this flowered thing
This little diamond of dreams
And ducks on a sunday
Setting
Loving Autumn leaves
Surprise to lights
Breaking free
Ripping the heart open
And the dress
Then the necklace
Relasing breasts
And the bra stobes purple
Deep passions plum delicious
Licking satisfaction on lips
Against a red wood
Torwards the roots
If you drink cherry
Be cute
Shine those nimples
Be the red plum leaves
And wind from the east
And smoke the fire!
You must be wondering about me
As so do I
As this shrinking
Is not expanding much
If I trust in my advice
I might become a giant
Go to a giants game
Win a picture in the hall of shame
Wearing some speedos
Drifting in the nightwards
To planet
Of the land of curves
And drunk upon the clouds
She looks down.
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