There was light and atomic fission. Swelling wind, rising ash, tide of black rain. Cement seared shadow traces. Reminiscent of their last commands. . Instantly one thousand flames arising.
Imitate that soured old song. . There is no individuality. Only guises. Shades of nonconformity. . There is no individuality. Selling vantage points. Low rate.
Hey Jack Kerouac. I think of your mother. And the tears she cried. They would cry for none other. Than her little boy lost in a little world that hated.
My how you've grown I remember that phrase. From my childhood days too,"Just wait and see". I remember those words and how they chided me. When patient was the hardest thing to be.
It crawls on his back, won't ever let him be. Stares at the walls until the cinder blocks can breathe. His eyes have gone away, escaping over time. He rules a crowded nation inside his mind.
If you intend to live again. Open your eyes and don't pretend. You're feeling there's nothing worth believing. . God, if you persist you'll die like this.
To think of my task is chilling. To know I was carefully. Building the mask I was wearing. For two years, swearing I'd tear it off. . I've sat in the dark explaining to myself.
Greta's cedar hope chest. Is full of pamphlets. Glass shelves of romantic vignettes. A journal laced with sedimentary prose. . Norma gathers and collects vintage photoplays.
Everybody's wonderin' what and where. They all came from. Everybody's worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go. When the whole thing's done. But no one knows for certain and so it's all the same to me.
The color of the sky as far as I can see is gull gray. I lift my head from the pillow and then fall again. I get a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.
She borders the pavement, flanks avenues. Parades pass white glove attended by my mother the war. She'll raise a shaft, lift a banner, toss a rose. . My mother the war.
Honor salute and speak. To the corner standing flag. Do you remember how. The days of school were. Indivisible separate worlds. . Compare contrast. These dreams absurd.
You must be leaving. You win a prize for that. For telling lies like that. So well that I believed it. And never felt cheated. . You were the chosen one.
Lineage closed. Dissolved in its birth. Tragedy. Prelude a balance. . Is a synergy of reason. Malicious hope. As techno atrocities. Lapse their effects.
In the cruel garrison of affection. If worth of lore is true. You know the face of a temptress. . Pit Viper. A witch or enchantress. Pit Viper. With the malign venom of conceit.
Science is truth for life. Watch religion fall obsolete. Science will be truth for life. . Technology as nature. Science truth for life. In Fortran tongue the answer.
That summer fields grew high with foxglove stalks and ivy. Wild apple blossoms everywhere emerald green like none I have seen. Apart from dreams that escape me there was no girl as warm as you.
Frail hinges pivot on. A cases door, commemorative. Souvenirs from places. Containers change, each occasion. . Cellophane encased. Displaying paper certificate.
Bent double like old beggars in sacks. Knock kneed and cursing or coughing like hags. Men marched on sleeping some without boots. Fatigue drunken deaf still to the hoots.
These are the days, ohh. . These are days, you'll remember. Never before and never since, I promise. Will the whole world be warm as this and as you feel it.