I stepped off the planet
W' my lungs full of fluids
Of my very own ocean
My petri of potion.
I stepped off the planet
My bones brittle broken
Of my very own mountain
Quite rigid of tendons.
I stepped off the planet
My wiring still firing
But my form just gave in
Yet circuits worth keeping--
So I stepped off the planet
With one more thing
On my to-do list--
But what's the point?
What's the point?
Life ran out of time
T'make all rhythms rhyme.
So I made a trip to hxll
To-meet Mark Twain o'er beer
Conversing, waiting for my son,
And my granddaughter.
So I made a trip to hxll
To-meet Mark Twain o'er beer
Conversing, waiting for my son,
And my granddaughter.
So my wiring kept firing
My wiring keeps firing
However do I please
Whatever my musings
My wiring kept firing
My wiring still firing
Is the very only thing
That was worth any-ah dxmn.
[For my grandfather, Ray]
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
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I keep inviting all my favorite family members and best friends to come to hxll with me and my dad and my grandfather, so we can all have fun talking to Mark Twain over beer. We'd tell a bunch of great stories and a few folks have accepted the invitation with a few conditions. Jules wanted Princess Diana to be there, and plus he wanted spicy peanuts to keep the edge off the hunger. And plus we weren't in the flames, that's where Charles Manson is apparently. Jules then said that maybe we should consider being in PERGATORY, like a fisherman would be, in a place where you are always in limbo, and would not exactly know where and when your road to life would be leading to next. I told Jules that he was shifting my potential structure of heaven and hxll, because basically according to Mark Twain (general stormfield's visit to heaven), heaven is very, very boring, and we don't want to go there because we would go NUTS!!! So Jules was throwing me off because he was shifting my potential alternative structures of heaven and hxll, but Jules said it might be interesting to go crash the heavens of alien creatures, just like how General Stormfield did. That couldn't possibly be boring! Speaking of which, I have come to realize that when I was exposed to certain stories as a child, I feel like I AM that story, I became that story, I filled into the structure of that story. Now I am exposed to so many different stories, I feel like I have to work hard in terms of how this story fits in the framework of my mind. That little oak tree in my mind...
I told Jules that my life is presently in purgatory so I think I might need some initial stability in the afterlife, so let’s just assume that we’re either in hxll or at the gates of hxll and we’re with a bunch of wise xsses who found heaven boring and didn’t seem to fit in mainstream society’s mold in the first place.
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