Monday, October 08, 2012

Battleship

When everything ends,
you will not be there.
There will be the cellar.
The rats won't be there.
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All things sink like Biprorshee

Monday, October 01, 2012

Marijuana

Walk.
Alone.
Wind.
Not a sound
but Floyd's 'Brain Damage'.
Smoke.
"The lunatic is on the grass...
...the lunatic is in my head."

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All things mad and Biprorshee