Like a shogun,
I sit in the snow.
High.
Waiting to execute.
My mission: Exterminate all rational thought.
Words of the great William S. Burroughs.
Dead now but still flowering in the human gutter.
A gutter that is clogged in infantile politics.
My mouth pressed against the hippie pipe.
Inhale.
Where the fuck was I?
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1 comment:
Love it.
Nice mention of Burroughs too
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