Future without the "ism"
Less than human
Numbers not in order
Rushing headlong
Gasping for sweetness
The untidy relic, now abandoned, a singpost wedged in the fork. Did I turn left or right? In any event, my blinders are on. No use trying to see behind. Push on through.
Numbers not in order
Rushing headlong
Gasping for sweetness
The untidy relic, now abandoned, a singpost wedged in the fork. Did I turn left or right? In any event, my blinders are on. No use trying to see behind. Push on through.
posted by Armand @ 12:00 PM
1 Comments:
At 5:07 PM,
Anonymous said…
I only subscribe to one religious "ism": Frisbeetarianism--we believe that when you die your soul goes up on the roof and you can't get it down (rim shot--hey I'm here all week--try the veal!)
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