Underneath the noisy
terrible music and awful
nourishment scents of
a shopping center
is something more regrettable.
the sound you would
hear I child you not
noisy thought telecast
from the whole crowd's
heads yelling
I need I need I need.
The uproarious awful music
furthermore awful nourishment smells
are just a hindrance
like earplugs to square
the musings of longing
that shout from individuals'
heads in shopping centers
purchase.
This was found
in a New Jersey shopping center
Paramus I accept
amid the well known
shopping center force blackout
of August 1993.
As everybody stood
in shocked quiet
not able to shop
there could be listened
an ear-shattering
serenade of
its never enough
more.
terrible music and awful
nourishment scents of
a shopping center
is something more regrettable.
the sound you would
hear I child you not
noisy thought telecast
from the whole crowd's
heads yelling
I need I need I need.
The uproarious awful music
furthermore awful nourishment smells
are just a hindrance
like earplugs to square
the musings of longing
that shout from individuals'
heads in shopping centers
purchase.
This was found
in a New Jersey shopping center
Paramus I accept
amid the well known
shopping center force blackout
of August 1993.
As everybody stood
in shocked quiet
not able to shop
there could be listened
an ear-shattering
serenade of
its never enough
more.
High, girl!
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High, girl!
ReplyDeleteWhile I realize my penname is quite morbid, yet,
you shall find in our blogs a gobba (subliminal) moxie
which has taken this mortal sinner yeeeeers to compile:
I lay it ALL out for you, dear - neet-o, packaged, concise
(gotta lotta poetry, too, due to an anti-establishment rhetoric).
Nevertheless, wouldn’t ya love an endless eternity
of aplomBombs falling on thy indelible cranium?
An XtraXcitinXpose with no
zooillogical-expiration-date,
with an IQ much higher than K2,
and an extraordinarily, sawcy, rowdy victory??
Here’s what the exquisite, prolific GODy sed
(with an excellent bullshot detector):
“Faith, hope, and love,
the greatest of these is love -
jump into faith...
and you'll see with love”
Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe (what I write);
God believes in you.
Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down
from a passionate, prolific iconoclasm where you’ll find
nonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsX… of
deluxe-HTTP [<- pi] opportunities for excitement BTW.
Do it. Do the deed, dude. Sign into the Big House.