feathery languages drip through the seams of the sky. Orange burns the songs of the choirs as the colossal flaw in my personality casts me down beneath your shoes.
If there were a reason for our pride we would have known it by now. Instead we gather stones and offer puke.
I dance the mad prophet dance but my limbs are stupid frail things and none will believe such a flimsy attempt. The hoards of forgetful angels march on over the bones of their fallen children. They laugh at the crunching sounds.

a poem

A little puddle filled with scum.
drying up in the burning sun.
where o where will all the scum go.
probably down to the world below.

Resist all that is good

No matter how the storms rage and tear apart your life, resist.
Ignore your obese and sludgey heart, resist.
As the end races toward you snorting and bellowing, resist.
Resist all that is good. All that would save you. All that would bring peace to this world.
For you are man and you are always right.

Fish eye! That shall be your name googly opticaled one. Fish eye Frog mouth. Every where you go my dear little beauty challenged one you will hear your name. "This years recipient of the nobel peace prize for her cure for political stupidity is fish eye Frog mouth." .."I am pleased to meet you president Obama and congratulations on curing world hunger by legalising the eating of the rich, Please, allow me to introduce my wife, fish eye Frog mouth."
Your life will be one of injustice and heartache. This will be your blessing. Never lose hope that one day, after the radioactivity levels from the nuclear waste from the 700 million nuclear reactors, (needed to turn the entire globe into a neon coke a cola sign), have reached maximum mutation and all the people of the world are turned into hideous ugly beasts, you will then be mutated into a pretty thing. And you will rule the world as you always thought you should.

Bleary

Bleary revelations of a new dawn. Muddle headed stumble but fumbling for the keys that will unlock the door to the revolution. This new world will be better, I hope i can make it in time.

Pieces of things unintelligible and vague. I was lying around here somewhere when the wind jammed the door shut. If you happen to come across me somewhere perhaps while cleaning the couch or washing the dog could you please remember to put me into a bag and leave a little post it note itemizing your find. Thank you, it would be greatly appreciated.

What the world needs now

What the world needs now is love sweet love.