Transition equal
the changing of the
guard or the gourd?
Howl. Giggle.
Does this and that prove x, yet?
Did it hurt, ewe?
Tell me true.
Folks ain’t used to fools acting differently?
Do, do what you do.
I know. and
I do.
allow people to hear anew
Vessel unvasseled.
No game, no simple-tool, not an achievement
not religions.
Love in the key note of the tonic
of a practice of ecstasy.
Just breathe.
Method before theory, dummy.
Fear versus fright
on the fight or flight
that wilt be
pay-per-view
tonight.
Howl I smile.
New does not mean novel, dear.
Praise, you say?
What’s that like, I say?
I caw-ckle aloud but only inside.
Hun, if it is not a game then there is no
prize to win.
Just a desire to hunt and
that is regardless of the financial costs some
enobligate in self-defense.
I am fickle, am I?
I am love and love hated.
Loved hatred and hatred loved.
I submit that I am written.
Tolle lege.
The lesson is
it does not matter what
The lesson is
Don’t overlook the symbols.
I was taught we inherit the problems of a previous, now non-corporeal generation,
but, I don’t believe we can
blame ourselves for their
patterns within which we
now
find ourselves.
A carbonic processing of your pinot.
Noir.
Dark.
The guy in the corner?
A martial artist.
A soldier in disguise.
Blacklisted for the blackbelt earnt in logistics.
WrittenCasey 