Musings of the Reverend Meduri and Dr. Jackass
holy holy holy halley lou YA!
some sunny windswept
summer days with eye to eye
cool breeze, getting high
understand you me
the cornerstone of your life
will be your headstone
so long summer day
eye to eye, match high with high
cornerstone will die
defenseless, poor fruit
picked and eaten by children
as the green world turns
kitana blade held
tip to white-pink belly skin
now to pass the torch.
- rev. m
some mornings i got the dragon's breath and the drop in my stomach so bad i feel like dying--but the only thing that sickens me more than sadness is melodrama.
the sun has not been out for days and the clouds are hanging like the burden of capitalism and post-due rent.
the drinks are not as strong, the smokes last too long, and i'll be looking for a whole grip of new in the near future if i don't break this trend line.
so monday is dragging on and i'll be back when i actually have something decent to contribute.
Just felt i needed to put SOMETHING up on this site, hadn't done anything in a while.
I'll feel better when I'm nestled in my burrow away from traffic and the workday sludge.