Sliding Down an Endless Wall into the Silence

Reflections in a Petri Dish – September 20, 2012

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Sliding down the silence of an endless wall, blowing on a leprechaun’s horn. I don’t know if a leper or a khan got their word names tangled together, all I know is that I am in the saucer pod, hovering over the petri dish, a simmering stew it is.
Well there’s wars and disorder, they happen to effect our way of life, so… someone causes these to occur. Someone does these things. Can the truth of their activities be uncovered? Yes they can. Anyone curious enough to know, knows that there are fantastic fabrications still, it depends on, if you want to know. If you don’t want to know then you should head off yonder to that far country you believe in.
Unless you forget that you have shoes, or feet. Beam me up, Dorothy. Scotty is bent over the pissoir, with his pants dropped down at his ankles, waitng on some local action, while he reads the telephone numbers on the wall in front of him and sees his own number there. Should he call home? Call E.T.? As he slides down the silence of an endless wall into the noise.
Fuck do I know? My problem. Fuck do you know? It’s your problem. Some of us like the light shining and then there is the darkness. Who is really behind it, is another matter. Honey, could you hand me one of those insta fresh, false flags, while I slip into something comfortable? Then, I can stick something uncomfortable into you, while you are waiting for me to change, like a steely stiletto; would that be okay?
It’s the same guys from the mercenary nations. I guess if youriNation, you could give me that golden shower now. I like it with my clothes on so I can smell them afterwards and share them with my friend, like baseball cards. Hey Joe (cue Jimmi Hendrix), you got gum? You’re still too damn dumb. Too dumb to fuck, is really out of luck and there are no hopes for survivors in the aftermath following, I’ll be sliding down an endless wall into silence. It’s plugugly, fuguly and luvugly, sliding down the other side of an endless wall of noise. Not since Gilbrato conjugated the Latino have we seen shit like this …which is cool because neither of those cats exist.
So if Molly goes twinkly and Holly go lightly, does the dish run away with the spoon? Your guess is as good as mine. I don’t need headphones on my side of where, I be sliding down an endless wall of silence into the room. We’re either too true to be false or too false to be true and I agree that we are welcome to what it garners; cue Maverick. This is a cold world we have people and there are all kinds of people, who should be somewhere, other than here . And most of the time, the people are not bad but the system made it so, probably why you hear gangsta rap on the radio, as I am sliding down an endless wall of silence or something into nothing blowing the Leprechaun’s horn.
We will all be walking bad roads one day, if the banker are allowed to continue in their way. No, all banks are not bad banks, nor all bankers too, c’ept for the here and the there,. but most of them do, with the badness that causes the madness, where I hear with my eyes, as I slide down that endless wall of slience, blowing on a leprechaun’s horn (cue John Coltrane in a tight green suit) and the black girls sing but it’s a bad thing to sing, on the same slavemaster ship that brought you to where, now it’s somebody else, so nobody cares.
No I’m not mainstream, few listen to me, but you don’t mind the word, heed the call, well my friend, it’s just the same old, same old, over and over again. I’m not angry. I’m probably sad. If more of us cared then more we would have. It’s not too late to change this, you don’t or you do. I’ll just keep sliding down that endless wall into the silence blowing on my leprechuan’s horn …. bbbbbbwwwwwwwaaaaaahhhhhhahahahahahahahaha, so long.
End Transmission…….
Song:  ♫I Got a Feeling♫


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