*chuckle* If I were to allow vanity more than 50 milliamp to work with I might come to the conclusion this poem was a tiny bit precognitive... and no, I'm not going to explain.A magic man and a major museWent out to lunch one dayAnd over the tea and strumpetsOne heard the other say"Sweetheart we've a lot of powerIn how these children think,They who live within the wallsTheir shamans twist and shrinkUntil the little darlings crouch so lowIn misery and drinkCrying for the faith they lostBefore they learned to think...So lover shall we take a handIn helping them to seeThat all the things they're pining forAre generally quite free?Should we put it on the streetAnd dare the merchant manTo try and claim a copyrightOn verse pen’d God’s own hand?"
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Flying Wing for each other...
From the "Life at My House" series... No. 42
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Nice! You think something's going down?
ReplyDeleteMaybe. Just have to wait and see... ;-)
DeleteApparently. This next decade is gonna be quite interesting.
Deleteyou still hangin' around with strumpets 'nos? ;>)
ReplyDelete*chuckle* Strumpets? No, not so much. They tend to be kind of bitter, and limited by their bitterness. But a woman who can run the same frequency ranges as the woman who hosted the muse for us? Oh yea, pretty much any chance I get. *double chuckle* If I don't make it back out this time? Been good to know you my friend :-)
DeleteBut where do you find such women?!
DeleteI don't. For some reason they find me.
DeleteLike finding like?
DeleteApparently.
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