A RANT
by Tanyar Bakar
I SAY WIPE. THE CHOCOLATE MOUSSE MOUSE'S MOOSEMOUTH. WITH A BROWN TOWEL. NEVER WHITE. ##########
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ity is discontinued. Be as you are. Come as you may. Don't be one of the disillusioned and distracted. Challenge your notions. Read. A free mind is a valuable object. Don't be a "prole". Are you what you were taught/told to be, or are you YOU? FIX IT, Goddamn it ::::::::::And Goddamn IT, the God(l/ess) of all creation, put a moist and fruitful hole in the ground, the earth from which the stick grows and lets fall it's seed (Sexithians 69:69). Fuck gender roles. Boys will not be boys. Girls will not be girls. People will be people. Man and Woman are the same at the core :::::::::::::::: Faith is self-made. Believe in yourself. Do stuff. Do things. Eat tea and drink crumpets. ::::::::::::::::::::::: -It is said- all mankind is created equal under GGod. We exist in the sky, not under it. A matter of Perspective. Cosmos is home. Drink your Cosmospolitans at home (With, of course, the crumpets) ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: I love Parent.the.ses. )))))) )))))))) ))))) )))))p)u)n)c)t)a)t)i)o)n)(to me, a parenthe)sis) is a ripple.)))))))))) and it WILL float(flow))))o))v))e)R and)))(in)) aLL) Word(((S) I PLEA)Se))) I am not people. I live in Pennsylvania. I drive a turtle. I eat moonbeams. Questions not answers. Tuesday: The third day of the week. Remove the computer chip from your brain, throw it in the fire. The combination of natural and synthetic causes an explosion of imminent proportions. It expands outwardly over the entire world, it collects in the polar magnetic field in the form of a giant robot which climbs down the side of the earth and jumps into New York City. New York floats away in a bubble. Gravity Zero. Cars swirl around, Inc., Inc., Inc., Incubating children. The Robot grants thought-power to vehicles, they adopt our children in their bellies. Children are born messy with oil. They live off smog. They speak sounds bouncing off of revolving shrapnel from their voice cages. God is a tree. George Bush is Satan. I am carbon. You are a purse. Life is a whistle. Life flows on within you and without you. The Beatles. Rock has no Roll. What was What is What comes to be is everything is nothing. Nothing, it exists, but it doesn't. There is a world on your eyelash. Don't analyze it. Shut up. And I don't care. A baby is a healthy parasite or and or and or and a pregnant belly is a seeded watermelon. A word is a sound, therefore, every sound is a word. Worldly word of the word world war. I like the word Tuesday. And the word shrapnel. and bubble. and flash. My love is parallel. Everyone else is perpendicular. Or should my love be perpendicular? No! It should intersect. Everything advertised is extreme. Everything extreme is advertised. America is fake skinny. Earmuffs will muff your ears. I never wanted to be a ballerina. I never learned to roller skate. I can doggy-paddle. Insomnia feeds both my creativity and dysfunction. Dysfunctional creation. I desecrate my own artwork. I I I am not real. You are real. Or am I real and you are not? Really? I badwant if inspireyou the creativespill big-think euphoriatime. Searching for the major muse. The Major's muse. Alliteration. A lit Mediterranean Nation. Wants to Die. Wants to Live. death in life, life in death. But there was no Sarcophagus. My bikini line itches. Not like something that feels good. Sara.toe.nin.my.veins.were.warm with.exploding.berries. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
