Saturday, March 17, 2012

Let the Music Make "Me" // ("double wiggly fence")

oh wow
how much space
will it take
it to make it,

this is the unfolding of a post i've "owed" - you see,
there's something i mean to make.
job loss be damned,
i aim to come clean
no " (say "quote")
. ("dot")
stop on it.

what i've meant to tell you
has taken millennia:

the red-dotted line disappears though,

what's hidden is My massage.
(pun intended,
but You don't get it, with a capital
"quote unquote"
descended (eye)

the silence,

remind me that i^
"job loss be damned,"
heard the mEssage I made earlier:

the Subjective's effort
to comply; to adhere
entertain, be clear, and intriguing -
a tad bit of mystery
while Saying,

the only way i can is through "Myself"
referred to earlier:

for Me,
a stoned prayer during Yog(a)nanda
et cetera,
and referral
to Me
and Weed (marihuana)

In 2004, the United Nations estimated that global consumption of cannabis indicated that approximately 4.0 percent of the adult world population (162 million people) used cannabis annually, and that approximately 0.6 percent (22.5 million) of people used cannabis daily.[7]

font of affiliaton,
i mustn't discredit 


these are things i've thought, parking job-related:

1. those purple mesh shorts are so tight against that dude's body i can see his tightie-whitey'd asscurve through the holes his girth spreads..

2. man, all these peeps should talk with their passengers (adolescents, usually), instead of letting them listen to whatever in those earbuds (headphones) - though i once saw this girl fuckin jamming out in the car with her mom. this girl was dancin up a storm in that seat and the mom was all just like "do de do do..i'm fuckin drivin'." :)



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