2008-09-30 - 10:49 p.m.
The Restoration took place in 1649
in England
and Today I ate Peach Cobbler
and slaked it with hefty doses of wine
If there was a word for this feeling
it would be the very antithesis of competition
The Author is Dead
NOT! (Arbuthnot?...any takers?)
History is a long series of
mostly terrible ideas
Today nothing applied to perception
outside of something extremely proscribed, approaching this nihilistically small pixellated consciousness was a bird
and a mint plant
of course I do not remember the details
(maybe this explains the force and surety of my delcarations?)
Perhaps this is why I made my
Declartion of Love so late in the day
Aiding and Abetting the formation
of relationships since the dawn of
the bronze age, on some beach or rather.
