Tuesday, October 27, 2020

"but not here, babe"

 I wrote this a month or two ago when I was really baked. It probably is a bad idea really, but I like to talk shit to and about whatever gods might be paying attention.

There are millions of gods




"ambiguity"


raining, which means

some god is out there 

working like a chump


writing poetry and selling drugs

i guess could

be construed as work

but there is pleasure in these things


okay I'll admit

If i had the ability

it might be fun pissing on this world


but doesn't it get old?

gods can get really old, I'm going to die soon 

then I'll be' reborn and 

i'll live and be young anew