JCSTREET
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It gets quiet round about 5am saturday and there are those mong us who look at the early light greaying up the garret window and ponder their fates
they are out of booze and weeds and bereft and suicide is just too fucking boring to be real
don't forget that even aetheists sometimes have misgivings that there just might be some ineffable spiritual force in the universe which would frown on that
my take actually is that if we prematurely end our lives we are sent back next reincarnation to live out those last days anyway so what's the point
but we all have our kinks
(Maria--howsomeever take note)
so there has to be one or more threads here which are free-ranging--a sort of streetfreont psyhciatry for poets--we don't ALL have wives and husbands and squalling infants and rabbit vibrators and ABSOLUT.................so
we need love and hate
and . . . . uh . . . flowers
and the cry of the loon and the big mournwhistle of the midnight freight
and stuff like that
(and of course for Angeline [whose photos i have just discovered and marvelled at because they eclipse mine sometimes]
other wonders of nature
we need totally free-ranging nonsense threads in here
.........what is that you say (cups hand to ear)...........we already have POETRY CHIT CHAT
sorry dudes and dudettes--tame tame tame - no juice at all....boring boring boring
let's pick up the pace and strut out stuff--we are all by turns horny, mischievous, suicidal, mischievous, horny, broke, rich suddenly whatever
laisser les bons temps roulee for fuck sake
(give saddam life imprisonment--don;'t execute him--make him watch movies which depress him and make him experience ennui)
they are out of booze and weeds and bereft and suicide is just too fucking boring to be real
don't forget that even aetheists sometimes have misgivings that there just might be some ineffable spiritual force in the universe which would frown on that
my take actually is that if we prematurely end our lives we are sent back next reincarnation to live out those last days anyway so what's the point
but we all have our kinks
(Maria--howsomeever take note)
so there has to be one or more threads here which are free-ranging--a sort of streetfreont psyhciatry for poets--we don't ALL have wives and husbands and squalling infants and rabbit vibrators and ABSOLUT.................so
we need love and hate
and . . . . uh . . . flowers
and the cry of the loon and the big mournwhistle of the midnight freight
and stuff like that
(and of course for Angeline [whose photos i have just discovered and marvelled at because they eclipse mine sometimes]
other wonders of nature
we need totally free-ranging nonsense threads in here
.........what is that you say (cups hand to ear)...........we already have POETRY CHIT CHAT
sorry dudes and dudettes--tame tame tame - no juice at all....boring boring boring
let's pick up the pace and strut out stuff--we are all by turns horny, mischievous, suicidal, mischievous, horny, broke, rich suddenly whatever
laisser les bons temps roulee for fuck sake
(give saddam life imprisonment--don;'t execute him--make him watch movies which depress him and make him experience ennui)
