Jan 29, 2022
Vituperations
My poetry bar is already depleted, but I can always restart from the last save. The “sounds amidst the fury” come crashing through the door and I quickly check my Apple crotch, as the humidifier in your pants chugs away like a Studebaker. “Take me to the salt flats ‘cause I crave that mineral.” “No decisions on Ukraine without Ukraine. Golden rule.” Fine, whatever, Dōgen’s slogan was that practice is enlightenment, but I only dip my dentures in virgin pussy juice anyway. No, no more nirvana for me, I’ve smelled your teen spirit enough times that I can’t even get a whiff of myself fading away.
