DYI wooden boat made of discarded wooden pallets
Dear Reader,
Long time no see...
suck a poem
from the cum of the gods
awakening from an Antediluvian dream
into the bright light of the Morning sun,
to be a soul in the hall's of mighty Ishtar
Drip by Drip a life emerged
from the great seas of ancient world
everything that you lived, already happened before and they will happen once more again
great knowledge is within you if you have the eyes to read
grasp the unreal reality and push yourself through your
core
it will bang a thunder
than a rain
like a sky falling
on your head
light the fire with wet wood
suck in the fumes
realize
nothingness
piece
of the
moment
the real
LOVE
the one
you were
seeking
all along
cunt of the morning bloom
FREEDOM
booze of the god's nectar
the one you like to suck
"I feel like a you are saying to me
cut the esoteric bullshit
tell us more on how really a life in Canada is for a regular Joe ?
its fucking like trying to cross the fuckin pacific ocean on a DYI wooden boat made of discarded wooden pallets!"
I thought to myself in the backyard drinking my last beers of the month
across the fire I built from branches fell on my yard in my fire pit (made in China) which we bought three years ago with the extra money we earned from ridesharing...
Small dreams are made from small slaveries....
A small price to pay to breathe the small piece of freedom... in a "free" country...
as I was lost in my head and I was listening to "Death Don't Have No Mercy" by Grateful Dead's
way high....
ironic.
King H. Ironson
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