{ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch put it in a pouch and never take it out}

stick a needle in my eye watch me cuz ill never cry but stick a pen into my heart because the start will jump its card the credit limit went far over the bridge we built was never sober the clouds we rained were soaking dover and the skin we grafted rotted clovers but lucky us our luck was out and we couldnt stand to loose without a piece of the puzzle action or pie wake up in the morning were sure wed die inside and out were sure wed fly but flying required defying gravity with lieing to the earth and prying through the bursting feeling of the breathing and the yearnings of the living the the heavings of the dieing and the cleanings of the crying for the words that were spoke were spoke unjust and the burns that were cut were filled with lust and the purge that we birthed was made of rust and the hurt that we felt wasnt quite the best and least that we wanted was someone who haunted our days and our nights and who seared our sights and the flights of the ripes of the apples to the pie were the flights of termites who ate metal and died and we lived inside of the peaches and bided our time with the line of the concusive lines and the sign of the times was the sign that confined and confided into the pen though the pin wasnt lent to you but my pencil was so full of jesus's soul so i couldnt but use it to free all my evils and the sins of the people were the fins of the eagle as it dove through the snow to the mountains deep center and the heat that awaited it was naught but a rock and yet still it was hot and the liquid did stop its decent and the tent that it errected was disected by the beings that claimed an intelligence that was greater still then the people of the earth that lived and breathed and worked the soil and the soil wept with each stroke of the axe and the axe wept with each stroke of the tax and the taxing that was faxing was fascinating and the desacrating of the monumenting was relating to the condensating and the permeation of the standing station of the trains that delayed all their people motions and the rotions of rotations and the sotions of sutation and the lotations of elating were eloping not detaining and connections were made and protections were braved and the songs that they sang were unheard by the prayed and they prayed anyways and anyhow and anywhere that they were heard and they were heard wherever they said they were heard but who heard them and who sold them after they were forced into herds and the sheperds were not kind to them for they scolded them with hate and they scalded them with water and they burnt their eyes with willow rods and they spilt their lies with pillow sobs and they opend eyes with out a sob for the burns did make their lids disolve and without lids they continued to see into the dark that they could bleed and bleed they did while eating figs for newton knows that few things own that which is grown inside of your own and even your own can create what you loan to the others for rowing to the center of the lake and in the lake they start to take where you cant shake their tail or their trail only their hands and fall into their plans and the plans to protect you are now to elect you and when they elect you they slaughter your face and your heart and your chin and than they begin to start the damage that is real and tandems that are also an ice cream cone and an iced scream so we hear your cold chilly voice scream out without a doubt that its out of breath and your lungs we know what they sound like when they flap against each other because there is no more air in them and all that is left is for the skin to rub against each other like a crickets wings and listen to them sing and listen to them sing....

TWENTY-SEVEN AUGUST TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT