The rambling escapist with clipped wings

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Make it a triple then..

From last night.. on an open untitled word document..
This will make such a psychedelico looking montage.

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Tell me your dreams.
Of violet fields with violet trees and prancing dancing cherubs with chocolate smeared faces
And winged toasters sending flying crusted bread caught by,
Large buxomly nymphettes with green golden speckled eyes and fiery red tresses
Serving you sausages and eggs in edible candy plates and candy forks and candy knives and candy spoons

Yellow polka dotted bikini, Ieensy Teeny Weenie on a staff fluttering in the wind by the silvery coast that lead you to,
The sirens they that sing songs of you, that adore you casting up up high on the pedestal
Of you venerable, of most highest.

That Mother Theresa will come to you on a flying chariot
A Sedan flanked by 4 wonderous beasts of men
One Golden haired and golden skin warm and flowy like the sands of Malibu
One Dark wavy haired of fair skin smooth like the silk of the orient seas
One curled of hair and coal of skin voice so soothing,like waves that call beckoning
One straight hair of red-brown skin painted and tattooed calm and wise
She will smile her Mother Theresa smile.
Saying “World peace. World Peace
All yours to keep. Propogate.
Yours. It’s yours to fill."

Donald Trump plays a game of poker betting everything down to his bottom dollar.
You get his processions the Empire and the empress.
And revel in ripping off his golden wig and pinching his botoxy face till they sag.

And go on the task of deconstructing and then reconstructing the reconstructed MJ back to the deconstructed King of Pop.
Sending him to Martha your housekeeper for some mothering feeding him some jellied scones and sweet tea, telling him bedtime stories
About the “The Juvenile Delinquent that became a Billionaire and others”.
Then also helping him managing his finances.
Stashing them in hidden accounts.
For trips to Northpole.

Trudging in a desert dry and parched.
Feeling your inner liquids being siphoned from under
The skin reaching the surface and then
Dematerializing to join what little molecules of liquids in the air,
To be offered a glass of water to see it sublime joining your bodily fluids
Back to gaia.
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Will go on I suppose..
And Yes Khim.. Ancient Blood..3rd installment will be up soon..

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