I really don’t want to argue. Early rough drafts from: ‘The Nude Absurdist.’
“You really make me happy!”
“That’s beautiful, I’m glad.”
“No, you really do, babe.” 949 more words
2 hours, 10 minutes
Criticism flows in from all directions,
but is directionless.
The swarm moves like
a nitrogen bubble waiting to be popped
(tailing the pressure gradient
created by the presence of a will) 131 more words
20 hours, 58 minutes
ray of dope
When the train stopped on a railway platform, a boy, who was selling water, passed by.
A man sitting by a window called him, “Come here boy.” 199 more words
2 days, 9 hours
Celebrate the evil habit
blowing bubbles in the dark.
Look at them and admit
that life contains no inner spark.
Celebrate the wicked deed
setting gods on blazing fire. 77 more words
3 days, 3 hours