like my gecko, i shed. often enough
to keep me healthy, as he turns to eat
the dead layer of skin he once wore.

i shed empty thinking idiots who hear
a new idea and have a conniption fit.
with the joy, they can't remember from
where the idea came, all spin in horae.

and the ignorant clamor for more words;
all to be believed as reality. time and
the ignorant, both unstopable and never-
ending. i need my man cave. no one else's.

i watch Stephen Hawking and pray to Jesus.
so i need to know what line do i stand in?

09/05/2011

Posted on 09/05/2011
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