Something Friutful Poem by dale garris

drunk, disastress, rage.

love is a veiw, sometimes a complete mess

underlining love with smite, GOD is a veiw.

and probably has agreat one at that

and what of a veiw, and what of a dream

an empty meaningless broken thing

age holds tolls on us we would never even imagine

not even if we had lived for an eternityof nothing but black

and what of black.

and what of complete bliss full drunkeness

what of beauty what of bloodchristchurch, illusion

reality is only imagined

all the music sucks and the world is dooomed

hiddieHoe here we Go into oblivion

when all along it was only self realization that was neglected the most

and this party of univited zombies has the most annoying host

we live in trees and laugh outloud

and what of us then if we were to be all that

we'd most likely be dumbasses anyway

and we (*#*) early like an anxious teenage virgin

maybe one day we will live simply to just live

and what of that

and

what

of

that


sweid dayl ayngarr
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