Within This Slice of Bleakmoment

Within this slice of bleakMoment i am pondering my madness AND do sane people wonder if they are quite crazy -- this i cannot know / but if while thinking of my insane need for sanity these thoughts as cold as mountain icy water squirrels through the deep rivers of my nut-brain; of course the glass box contains a hidden object that only longNeck banana beating gorillas should (never cross a mean cockSlinger in a bordello) eat now the priest having said his sacrament of (i did not do it) confession a youthful thought flew by the stained window with an oversexed persuasion and the bread and wine were not entirely enough for heaven but hell thoroughly enjoyed if fearIs the mindKiller then what of souls; beyond the third door onThe left near the tissue and suppositories says the underlaid underpaid thinly lipped clerk holding a banana whistling Ode to Joy__ohboy. :: 06-04-2018 ::