During his downward tumble from the clouds, he thought, at least, his feet will experience a connection to the solid earth first hand. As he came to it, he planted his feet firmly on the ground. Soon the ground moved under them, causing loss of balance... It was then the thought hit... It was his feet, not the clouds!
Are accidents ever truly accident Or does the fickle finger of fate Celestially force events on us Does fate have a sense of humour Does fate understand irony? Is fate set regardless of our actions If that's the case then it's clear Accidents are not accidental
The Irony drips constantly on this one Picture a Sculptor a skilled artisan His sculptures, smooth and curvy He is happy having the perfect life Then Captain Irony shows up All the way from Fateland with a Gift for our talented sculptor A deliberately...
Conceited conceded cunt seated can see dead defeated deal heated duel leaded diluted ice deluded dice end ties and dies ill-luted eluded tit sight It's tight! ---Crotch rob caught tribe--- ---Botched job bought bribe--- berated bare brothers B-rated beer lovers in a dead-end befriended deal ended lended and dead handed hired hand no demand for diamonds for a dying man Eye's despised spice price ICED ICE HEIST
I was a pilot on a transport plane when it landed in Chimbote I worked for a small air transport company “Vanilla Air” who accepted med despite I wore glasses when waiting for cargo back to Rio walked around the town. At a café, I met a well-rounded woman and sparks flew between us, she, Sophia was the widow of train master who had accidentally been run over by his own train, The pension she got from the state was paltry. at the hotel, she told me her dream was to go to America and I confessed my wish to write like...
And the dust in throat I crave Only knowledge will I save To the game you stay a slave
Rover, wanderer Nomad, vagabond Call me what you will...”
Metallica, Wherever I May Roam
“I looked out on the big field, on the big field It opens, like the cover of an old bible And out come the wolves Out come the wolves! Their paws trampling in the snow of the alphabet I stand on my head and watch it all go away...”
I knew of a young man a rebel who wanted his country to adopt the Scandinavian model of socialism. He was elected to great acclaim by the people, to do what he wanted taxes had to go up especially among the wealthy and upper middle classes and they rebelled by slurring him in the newspapers, lurid tales about sex orgies and a luxury living, people turned against him he was not re-elected After some years’ people found he was not a bad egg and he was elected as president again. Now he was a changed man...
drink the wine from the chalice, my love, dance your heart away in the grass. step over forgotten bones, ambrosia through the eyes of the dead, draw your laughter to the stars like such shining lights.
open your eyes to the flowers, my love, tulips and roses and oak and ash, toss salt like faery dust over your shoulder, iron in your eyes, draw the blade from your heart like a lost, lost rose.