August 26 by The Running Son
の You’re late の
By seven minutes. Zed said seven
o’clock, and Zed meant it. This 7:07
bullshit may get you to heaven early if you don’t watch it. Of course,
we wouldn’t even be debating this if Zed hadn’t crashed his bike
trying to make it here on time–
and wasn’t dead already, baby.
You’re late for a very important
date, that may hate you. And may
hit you ruthlessly–deface you. So take your place among the many
faceless ladies laid out, victim to the sins of men, victim to one more
of the fatherless, pleasing momma by
ruthlessly excising self-contempt.
by Jim Aldrich (:
.namaste. -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •- .namaste.