the farther i go the less i know
one foot goes in front of the other

it all boils down to not hanging around
to keep moving in front of the
gravity

the answer is there the answer is there
but there is not a fixed position

it keeps moving along so i keep coming along
and that's why i'm a
long distance runner

and if i stop to catch my breath
i might catch a piece of death

i can't keep pace if i want to finish this race
my fights not with you it's with
gravity

long distance runner

Love your enemies.

It isn't easy to love an enemy.
This goes against your most basic survival instinct, but it can be done and turned to an advantage.

Let the love squirt out of you like a fire hose of molasses.
Give him the kiss of life.
Stick your tongue down his throat and taste what he has been eating and bless his digestion.
Ooze down into his intestines and help him along with his food.

Let him know you revere his rectum as part of an ineffable hose.

Make him understand that you stand and lick it off his genitals as part of the Master Plan.

Life in all it's rich variety, do not falter.

Let your love enter into him and penetrate him with a divine lubricant.
Makes KY and Lanolin feel like sandpaper.
It's the most muscologinous, the slimiest, ooziest lubricant that ever was or shall be.

Amen.


-W.S. Burroughs-

revolve:
resolve the irresolute
not dissolve revolting destitute

there are fleas in my home

but at least i don't have cholera

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..only that people think out loud too frequently.
there's such hype about children keeping their hands to themselves; imagine the damage which could be undone if people kept their thoughts reserved.. at least until they come to a safe enough realisation.
also, you sound even more of a slow, selfish idiot when exhibiting the introverted plans for your next course of banal action.
hah
b
anal
action
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apologies for rashness.