Daily 16 #27

A hole that could not be filled.

Revelations says the gentiles will march in an open field.

This world cannot be real.

Because if it is, how'd the rain synchronize with my piss?

Huh?

Tell me that, Chris, you son of a bitch.

How'd the tree speak back to me?

How'd a God throw a lightning bolt at a Indian?

Wu-Tang in the cactus tree, a bald, white man peering back at me.

Splinter on the roof top, ten feet tall, legs crossed, head down.

Wasn't that a Game Works display at the Mills Mall?

What was the reason?

To confuse me?

The stars changed

The moon was sickular.

What was the reason?

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The bombs bursted in air over Ontario,

women screamed deathly shouts,

suicide gunshots of innocent men grew closer to the trenches.

RETREAT!

ATTACK!

I've never taken psilocybin in my life.

LSD never made much sense to me.

The images of clouds, trees, and rocks became personified beings and spirits.

Where were they?

Where were the people I loved?

Why do wars end with love?

Why is love misused?