fix a drink, light your tobacco and enjoy. or snort a line of coke and shoot some heroin. whatever.
scratch that – sorry guys – the William S. Burroughs documentary videos are no longer available, but you can probably find them on YouTube!
some other sh*t happens. cannot figure out which is real what is imaginary. the doctor has enacted his surgical procedure upon me. when i rise, i seek to kill him.
waking to your wish for a happy day
in a dim and lonely place i have prayed for you
where our time of separation becomes brown sticks in a deathmask sky
or blows blue green white
if i listen
’cause *** speaks most to the deep sea time
and i should be jesus by now
the definition we share will spread
free from captivity
you see time through eyes of history
future present past like some metaphysical equation of ****
we call it practice
this is not a poem
it is a declaration
all my days are love to share with you
for we have become one
where measurement has no meaning.
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