Poetry thread.
Tomorrow waits for me,
Not begging nor pleading
Upon its arrival
Of my conscious mind
And yet it further
Calls, steadfast, resolute,
Omnipotent in this
New day that is my own;
But the tide of the past
Leaves old worries upon
What could have been, what is.
Damned be tradition, the corner-foundations
of the pagoda and mosque, the jurassic,
polished, well-varnished, in slow ambulations
round the bejewelled cathedral enclosure
understood; burn the commandments in classic
letters that cassocks in motley dipped foreign
fingers in ink to inscribe; let exposure
flake the decaying old virginal parchment
sheath and the papery helms of their horsemen
confident faces emblazoned upon whose
masks are the picture of vacuous assent;
let the remaining air bathe your lewd tattoos.
You’re weighed against a spurious ballast; knife
the ropes, free yourself—what can you lose but life?
>>8175622
>Tomorrow waits for me,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=29Mg6Gfh9Co
End yourselves, this cannot continue.
Aaaaaah,
Nice piss, I tell to the commode
as it swallows the excretions...
How noble you are in ceramics,
how sweet you are in bearing!
Ohhh shit, I'm gonna shit
I squat over it
Just like my doctor told me
Sitting is bad, squatting is better
For your muscles or whatever
I get too little fiber so am there for a while
Whistling tween my teeth
The theme of X-Files
Nice piss, nice piss
nice shit.
