Seventy miles per hour

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Fri, 09/02/2011 - 1:59am
Submitted by Stalethics

...hungering and thirsting after justice, you have to come , in
the green nova night glare o'er Toontown. Jettisoned Anvils
screaming to the High street intercrossed silver High on
the synopsis for the day dear default citizen stop and talk
at each other while staring static at said responses serious
nod serious nod concerning the everyman's discussions
of small talking the weather politics religion. Once
got stopped by a street preacher who said to me
"The wicked shall claim the earth for eternity and
The Blessed shall be lifted to the glory of the Heavens.
"But what if we've already claimed Terra for our
own personal eternity and we're all Wicked trying
to act as if we're Blessed." I replied
to his wild gesturing eagle hook nose. "What if
these dellusions of granduer are our punishment
from a sick&twisted Lord by all human parameters
watching as we slush thru life all atrip o'er our
own limbs...What then ? simply keep going for
how ever forever lasts in this constant cycle of paranoia
o'er some being setting this all up for You" getting
quite animated I could see the Rose Tint flex for a moment
in his Eye. As I continued to rant & rave, pus yellow foam
sprouting w-/ my words As the world become a pinprick
and the walls faded to pitch.

Lost then I could see only The Black of bubblewrapped
nights caught up in the endless game of pass the line. Seeing
the like for like Ego exchange all a ratatattat in a semi-circle.
Machine gun statements echoing the last point but reinstating
that this is in Fact Your Point and should be treated as God-like
as it may.
Dragging on a forest fire the planes arrive w-/ water to pitch o'er
these nicotine faded walls & that eternal twist on twist pattern
hovering above my cement neck. Stubbing a cigarette out on an
Ice Sculpture , picture perfect face going click clack in the ink
strung spectacle, sitting behind thick green glass while everybody
laughs , trying not to think. That it was fun until the Novelty faded
building up my collection to the point of bursting I'll see I'll Shout
if only to draw attention to my latest works.
Constantly improving second guessing improving constantly.
I think anyway , regardless of a script. Saying nothing at 70mph...