Tuesday, November 28, 2017
Superfund
If that man was my father then maybe you’ll understand me when I give these neat instructions : Tuck in your floating ribs and stand inside of a mountain Sinai or any rounded sufi Denver or Vail or Turkey, Blue Ledge River peru or Egypt receives the second most aid after Israel from the United States Mohammad the prophet of mercy will kick your fidget spinner out from beneath your palm hands to heart center in prayer heart to your knees in surrender knees to the dirt in supplication eyes closed and blindfolded and as if there is a rigid rope dragging you into the distance resist to urge to survive it and which disappears first you or the mesh loop and benched messiah trying to guide your will How deeply do you identify with and depend on and feed on and demand your own destruction, deception Marshawn Lynch hung like a hamhock to answer every question yes suh sweet daddy sungod suh if you ate us alive whose was the invasion and what band of bones counts the escaped graves while you stand inside the mountain humming Hendrix and collecting orange berries calling the reasonable ones superfoods, hunting the honey away from its sting like true cowards would you go hungry if we changed your name ?