Cantankerous crawfish carcasses,
Careening crestfallen casualties carefree, clicks us,clacks us, klaxon correlations carried countryside.
Silk.
Tender underneath.
Pink meat, slightly undercooked.
So sayeth some steamed servant,waiting out in the hallway, staring at carpet and noticing little scraps of garbage.
Garbage garages guarantees gauntlets given graciously.
Give in to the given.
Spew out from the nozzle.
Can’t find it, can’t do anything with it.
ANd if your mind is merely a collection of patterns, the right person would be able to undo all that.
They’d be able to soak you up and break you down.
Not authoritarian, but a soft touch.
Questions.
A handful of the right questions can rat fuck your entire program.
But it takes a soft voice.
The armor is up for the proclaimers and the oceans of bullshitters,
No one gets through.
But a soft voice asking the right questions..
Shell cancer.
Cover destroyer.
Combo breaker.
There’s obviously value in it, but for now im just hung up on recognizing it.
A person’s natural ability to get through,
Pierce the defenses and such.
Weird spot.
I might withdraw from this one.
I think she has a stronger understanding than i do.
Dangerous.
But only when the other person is right.
And you acknowledge it.’
Heebie jeebies.
Restless leg syndrome .
If you have to tell the world something?
Call them names.
Whichever insults apply.
See if they’ll change their behavior..
They probably won’t.
Because they’re bitch asses.
dawn 