this is a whole bunch of bullshit, basically, that fell out of my fingertips, or at first my right hand, that is also to say, it's up for critique I don't know how to tie my shoes with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back like two cobras mingling, tangled, and charmed beneath the lull of the charmer's flute that exhales a beautiful noise and renders music in the ears of these serpents that allow me to free myself from incongruent jigsaw puzzles of imprisoned fairty tales where little red riding hood is full of lust and power, oh the lasciviousness of that impression I left in the sand as I stepped down, one foot in front of another with shoe strings freed like two cobras released from daze as days pass and the charmer sleeps his eyes awake and asleep watching and not watching his hands and fingers caress the phallic reed he presses his lips against symbolically to release and imprison the bones and ligaments of his human manipulating tools that case civilization to rise and fall as suns set below sight and my shoes remain untied -rdw 1/18/07
that was fucking awesome man! best thing ive read all day! maybe all week... kinda got lost at the little red riding hood part though
