2004-03-09 - distillate
slip this in the agitator where frappes' the instigator churning in the see you later slop you call a heart -- that mass of highly charged folks at Wal-Mart all waiting with their loaded shopping carts behind a line of butts until one farts -- already there's impatience with the lack of life support it's as though your meager wages were embalming rigamort
is it really worth this hamster and his wheel sort of sport? running till the motion topples pace and you fall short, contort... it's no wonder all the topless rip the lace off your comfort and the blur of the distinction starts to fade and then distort into sediment crustacean and extinction leaves the fort which remains until this day in the style of Planter Wart... but the craving, driven energy is turning inwardly
misbehaving, living selfishly, and counterproductively and there seems to be no way that you can ever overcome but that's just the place you'll see there's such beauty in the sum for it's random and it's effortless in tandem with what we confess that beauty inward must possess the quality which earth can dress the lillies of the field don't stress it's time for you to yield, recess... so come now and be whole, sit back and give control to God who frees your soul like children by the adder's hole and have but naught to fear as sure as rain falls from the sky these words won't disappear, they'll never fade and never die the lamb beside the lion lie... the time of time will not be felt as heavily or harshly dealt for momentary trials smelt a greater ray of shine which pierces through confining belt and separates the flesh from pelt and cuts right through till all is well and we shall mourn no more for nudity will not be porn and all the layers we have worn will be replaced by brightness borne on eagles' wings which shall adorn mortality with robes put on with fabric like the light of dawn not unclothed but clothed upon and swallowed up with life with no more tears or strife with no more cursed knife stabbing into rife forms of the simple life... all creation groans till then, the manifested godly men, the trees will clap their hands right then and mountains will bow down awaiting heaven's town when we all gather 'round and hear the joyous sound in nature's outer bound of all the joy she's found, my treat now, one more round...
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