The Root of Our Fungus

I really think that you want to read on
... why?
well, because
you haven't anything better to do.

you are looking through the looking glass
eye
that has nothing to with "I".
bored
and alone and moving towards
the fridge
for some comfort;

Go and have god bless you
because no Gods are present.

and the music, 
the mosaic prevalence 
in your membraneous mind
makes you think
like I always think

want to join the ignoramus?

haven't you been here many times?

Spindle of spending 

Spores of speaking

mushrooms grow in the mycelium
of monkey aftermath

and i like calculus
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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