Saturday, November 28, 2015

Short Stop


Means nada: madness

Where to jump off here; the rabbit hole; the blown out brains; my flesh carvings or burns.

Question mark

My space cases cover; damask stripes or old world weavers?

Something for the mutherfuckin ghetto and the White House

Jimmy-yang to single nun

How can I see through the fog; how can anyone make out the future?

Clip clop along; tick tock by song.

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