Reading a book alone in the Redwood Forrest On the observational scale, I do sit here in the redwoods in lotus pose, with a copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance on a stack of logs next to me. What is the catch? Is that but the paranoid disillusionment of the redneck hippiesContinue reading “Reading A Book Alone In The Redwood Forrest, a poem”
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O Captain My Captain 2 : NOT MY CAPTAIN!
O Mutiny! Our Mutiny! Our fearful trip begun. The ship of state may sink, we must save all we have won. The port is far, but the people still stalling, While following lies and Satan’s deal, our hell grim but people calling; But o heart! Heart! Heart! O! The bleeding piss yellow head, Where onContinue reading “O Captain My Captain 2 : NOT MY CAPTAIN!”
January 23, 2017 – III
Play punch the Nazi. It is ever so much fun, watch the fucker squirm. >:-)