it will neither be the car he drives nor the home he owns but rather the weapons and tools that he has gathered... 

a maggot viewed at high zoom resolution looks like a klu klux klan freak wearing sky blue goggles while bee hives seen from 6,000 feet above resemble syphilitic white bumps on the tongue of the landscape and mormons have upkeep issues with oak leaves and uncles lie dead on porches and nothing really changes in the patterns of traffic regardless of what state you are in and degrees of dis-ease rarely shift from day to day thereby rendering the astaticism factor the true winner in this race to attain some degree of comfort. amen.

i won't regret, negate or recapitulate. neither will i wait a thousand days for you even though you changed the maggots in my sores to emeralds.

(i wish i'd used my skin before it slipped away.) the loveliest part about this day was the ice cream trucks warbled song, stuck loop by loop keeping time with the 5 quarter size stains of blood dropped by an olive tree so we spend the last dollar on a package of 8 smoke bombs and wait for night as no one knows we are here.  

i get so tired-every rumor of a tumor, well- it's true and now it's the sixth day. i can endure purest cold wherein it clutches the root and makes him moan and slide but man your hands are cold- tuck on the divan awhile so fortune reverses her smile and if but for a day get out of my way for natural gone to rot and issy minx, she had one foot in the grave by the time she turned loving age.