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A short revolution of chaos, fish, blue skies, pasta, and a conversation with God
the devil isn't in the
details, it's in the
chaos
an attractive face is a
switchblade knife
ready to gut the
fish of
love
why is a blue sky never
around when you
really need
one
there's too much poetry
about love, death, cat
piss and bull
shit
but not enough about
a plate of good
pasta
tell me a joke that I can
take to the grave so
I'll have something
interesting to
say to
God
Published 9th Feb 2020
| Edited 15th Aug 2021
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9th Feb 2020 7:51pm
On top of spaghetti all covered with cheese, I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed. 😂😂
Cool poem i dig it.
Cool poem i dig it.
9th Feb 2020 9:36pm
Lol! Thanks for kind words nik. Hope you find your meatball.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
10th Feb 2020 5:20am
Dear BK,
Once again you have mastered a number of fantasic and insightful ponderings in one sitting! Here’s a joke to take. But tell God it’s a dirty joke. “Seven white horses fell in the mud!” Hehe get it? White horses covered in mud! I’m telling you this kills at cocktail parties. H 🌷
Once again you have mastered a number of fantasic and insightful ponderings in one sitting! Here’s a joke to take. But tell God it’s a dirty joke. “Seven white horses fell in the mud!” Hehe get it? White horses covered in mud! I’m telling you this kills at cocktail parties. H 🌷
10th Feb 2020 9:33am
I think God would like that because it has the number 7 in it. 7 is God's holy number. " Conquer death though you slumber. Seven is God's holy number."
Thanks for the kind words Honoria.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
Thanks for the kind words Honoria.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
