Is this your boring time, or a roaring time

tale
eating itself, perse, Percival,

quaff from the silver cup, ere the golden bowl
is broken,
in this round

of heavy metal madness conducted by

the arms of Krupp,
produced with the financial wizardty

of Meyer Amschel, himself, behind the sign

of the red shield. Kein Scheisze, no wuwu none dare

call conspiracy or treason, this is reason

remaining from my last dis
course, or dis
curse, or
cuss, just cussgodamitall, a bit
go
dam it all, god
am it all to hell and imagine god did it to make
imperial valley bloom.

OOP. object orientation program, re
set.

Are you ready? Post-read, going ons get sticky, in some
foul smelling ways,

lessons in preparation for separation from

individuated minds, feels
crazy, but it's like
any giant step, in your first thousand league boots,

stepping into an un known with a being
called a poet.

Feels just,
like falling, easy as accepting Pi for Tau now. Knowing
no better.