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Ten minutes later, the old crow's sitting quiet, scratching, no caws or that funny owl mimic trick he can do, it's a hoot.   He laughs. I know a preacher or two who say that regular, as liturgy, it's a hoot, here, all say amen, preach it, if you be the choir searching still the lost chord to charge your life. Ain't God a Hoot? Well, me bein' Baptist, 'n' all... I 'as reared Mormon... Baptized and confirmed, Catholic to the core... Po' man at the door, My daddy was abastard niggajew and Jesus fixt me, as I was waitin' fo' m' man, wit Nico and the band t'find a soft place to die on velvet underground, feedback scream are you experienced? I scream, Back for more? Peace ends wars, don't push me with your reasonable casualty in aitia-tick-tick terms un de cerned, fined, ground past granulated to sublimated breathe Elysian fumes, unexpected right, Sulphur, you were going to say, or brimstone, or rotten egg, Sweet suasion sweet sweet suasion to slip into geological time and drift away. You know that smell?
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Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 2:37 PM UTC
One more for my friend, the crow
Ten minutes later, the old crow's sitting quiet, scratching, no caws or that funny owl mimic trick he can do, it's a hoot.   He laughs. I know a preacher or two who say that regular, as liturgy, it's a hoot, here, all say amen, preach it, if you be the choir searching still the lost chord to charge your life. Ain't God a Hoot? Well, me bein' Baptist, 'n' all... I 'as reared Mormon... Baptized and confirmed, Catholic to the core... Po' man at the door, My daddy was abastard niggajew and Jesus fixt me, as I was waitin' fo' m' man, wit Nico and the band t'find a soft place to die on velvet underground, feedback scream are you experienced? I scream, Back for more? Peace ends wars, don't push me with your reasonable casualty in aitia-tick-tick terms un de cerned, fined, ground past granulated to sublimated breathe Elysian fumes, unexpected right, Sulphur, you were going to say, or brimstone, or rotten egg, Sweet suasion sweet sweet suasion to slip into geological time and drift away. You know that smell?
musing around in a sea of subtle sounds far away
#peace#joy#love#hare#krishna#hallelujah
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kenpepiton
77/M/Pine Valley CA
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 2:37 PM UTC
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