wantabeurdog or frontal abstraction a long time ago on litkicks. I lost the formating it was so beautiful sorry about that. hope you don't mind me posting it here without permission.
"bull shit reigns
in this sacred poetic
space play is good if living things are not your target do
you not bore yourself saying the
the same shit over and over is it not time to move about inside and out genius and madness do not walk hand in hand they are
head over heals for each other swallow your fears spend less time wondering what im doing
and you will know years of silent observation wasted
dare to read me on another plane of reality see through your own observations core an
apple differently eachtime all of them
are different slight your mind madnes is true reality dont lose it enjoy hot pie people will talk amongst themselves then attack they havent the faith in themselves strenth doesnt always come in numbers
but it feels good huh seems like it should dont
worry so much what the other side is doing know work around over under through it to joy with it knowledge does not come from books knowledge is the application of new insight fear destroys beauty in numbers insight comes also from experience repeats itself
SHUTTHEFUCKUPLEAVEITALONE"
Another truck stop dream last night
looking for a file about a truck stop I used to work at and I keep dreaming about I found this one.
in the meantime I have not made a donation to studio eight yet or to the poet's eye
This was posted to litkicks a long time ago by someone who used to post to studio eight too, I forgot her user name and I lost the formating for it.