long bridge ahead, check gas
it's time to peddle bio compatible iron nano particles
that can deliver iron to the scientists that need them
to help melt these cancers we've brought upon ourselves.
meanwhile i aint grown at all. no wait, i grew, but i shrank again.
life's a cycle. my hair's almost too much anymore.
did you know there's a name for the first one thousand powers of ten.
here's part of the chart.
sexsexagintillion would be a good name for a music festival. let's hold it in saxapahaw on the haw river down new bethlehem baptist church road back in carboro, the townies are hanging out at the coffee shop waiting for the traffic to pick up so they can sell their kkicks. you can second guess all day but you won't know if they never tell you. they all think you have something to hide but all you want to do is get your band on the festival line up.
we got the theme sexsexagintillion on the river, ten to the 202 power. that's two hundred and two zeros after the one or 68 zero triplets where usa puts a comma and europe, apparently, uses periods.
then i began to think of what he could do for me. we could get wilco and the valence electrons,
get dj qbit and couple of grafitti artists like we saw over to the reddit sub. then there's all of isabelle's friends. the general store could set up a bar b q stand and we could sell ice water, raise some money for charity. oh wait, charity's so blase. let's make it a camping fest. three days. five stages. see ya in the fall.....
****
i can taste the metals
smell the copper, acidic
on my tongue.
there is a moon to touch
and you almost out of money.
where will witchcraft bring
the next beggar, gunning for a big coin
shining against a psychic's black
tablecloth. rain rumbles
and i wanted to help you but
you go your own way.
wind picks up, but the white shirt
spins in the dryer. if the rain
doesn't stop, then the house can't
be washed. you need to get a job
you need to get a job rumbles
and flashes. the roof leaks on the butts
you were going to salvage because
the river , the alafia, the challenge
because the candles were not placed
in the proper order because the story
unravels before you, and you had to have
your goddamn way when i go into a fugue
and how will ever be able to writed againd
when you do this me fucker....
*(898
it's a mess. that's what we told them.
you can wait two hours or two days
but it won't help to have no stranger
things thought of you than of swimming
in waters hostile and bubbly. and the
tub, it waits for instructions. and the roof
still leaks.
i do not know why i put put with this.
tomorrw someone's gonna fix that roof.
that can deliver iron to the scientists that need them
to help melt these cancers we've brought upon ourselves.
meanwhile i aint grown at all. no wait, i grew, but i shrank again.
life's a cycle. my hair's almost too much anymore.
did you know there's a name for the first one thousand powers of ten.
here's part of the chart.
| 10202 | 67 | 6 and 60 | ten sexsexagintillion |
| 10203 | 67 | 6 and 60 | one hundred sexsexagintillion |
| 10204 | 68 | 7 and 60 | one septensexagintillion |
| 10205 | 68 | 7 and 60 | ten septensexagintillion |
| 10206 | 68 | 7 and 60 | one hundred septensexagintillion |
sexsexagintillion would be a good name for a music festival. let's hold it in saxapahaw on the haw river down new bethlehem baptist church road back in carboro, the townies are hanging out at the coffee shop waiting for the traffic to pick up so they can sell their kkicks. you can second guess all day but you won't know if they never tell you. they all think you have something to hide but all you want to do is get your band on the festival line up.
we got the theme sexsexagintillion on the river, ten to the 202 power. that's two hundred and two zeros after the one or 68 zero triplets where usa puts a comma and europe, apparently, uses periods.
then i began to think of what he could do for me. we could get wilco and the valence electrons,
get dj qbit and couple of grafitti artists like we saw over to the reddit sub. then there's all of isabelle's friends. the general store could set up a bar b q stand and we could sell ice water, raise some money for charity. oh wait, charity's so blase. let's make it a camping fest. three days. five stages. see ya in the fall.....
****
i can taste the metals
smell the copper, acidic
on my tongue.
there is a moon to touch
and you almost out of money.
where will witchcraft bring
the next beggar, gunning for a big coin
shining against a psychic's black
tablecloth. rain rumbles
and i wanted to help you but
you go your own way.
wind picks up, but the white shirt
spins in the dryer. if the rain
doesn't stop, then the house can't
be washed. you need to get a job
you need to get a job rumbles
and flashes. the roof leaks on the butts
you were going to salvage because
the river , the alafia, the challenge
because the candles were not placed
in the proper order because the story
unravels before you, and you had to have
your goddamn way when i go into a fugue
and how will ever be able to writed againd
when you do this me fucker....
*(898
it's a mess. that's what we told them.
you can wait two hours or two days
but it won't help to have no stranger
things thought of you than of swimming
in waters hostile and bubbly. and the
tub, it waits for instructions. and the roof
still leaks.
i do not know why i put put with this.
tomorrw someone's gonna fix that roof.
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