Theories of killers fall from blonde to grey rivers
A man with a face controlled by a robot
Rolls a kart with forgotten songs of Eagles and Hawks
I fought a cry seeing our friends goodbye
I heard a ringing I could not breathe
Somewhere there was the missing voice of make-believe
An acoustic drink ,a punch of a swing off a tree
The peeling worn out shade
Lifts the suade off a Saturday moon
Rebellious fires burn holiday seeds of pumpkins and carrots
I tried to be different everyone left but were never here
I tried to be cool but the string of limousines got tied up in a tree of lies
I tried to fall in love
But ended up a 3rd party fool
For a moment, you were my comfort —
the next, you were the reason for my unrest.
For a moment, you held me close —
the next, you slammed me against the wall.
I couldn't tell where the tenderness ended
and the terror began —
your hands that once felt like home
became the thing I flinched from.
Maybe that's the variable interval reinforcement —
it keeps me seeking the love you give in bits,
never sure, never aware,
of me, of you.
Maybe I was a lab rat who dreamt beyond her cage,
who thought she was the one of a kind —
but I was only ever the pellet's fool,
never seeing the white coat
that lied every time.
Life is a court and I am its jester
A miserable comic with a knack for obsolescence
The bells on my hat draw disgraceful attention
To the tasks I cannot juggle
And the knives I cannot dodge
And yet, I make them laugh
If only at my misery
At least I can’t say
I’m nobody’s fool.
you want to leave?
even though i stayed for you?
you know
i could’ve been something
i could’ve been good
instead i just hate you
but still let you pull
and push and push
i edure, i endure
like a fool
like a fool, like a fool
i endure
You want me to play the fool
I cant' do that
I am not that kind of person
I play my cards right
I also follow God's rules
Because I am his son
AIso I can't afford
To let my God down
I am always up in the morning
I don't dare to sleep in
Because If I do that I will waste
A day
That is not what God want
Me to do
You want me to ruin my
Health
By smoking a joint
You say it will be good for me
That is wrong
If I smoke a joint I will be killing
Myself
And that is not what I want
I want to live my life to the
Fullest
Every single day
Before God calls me to die
Also I know that life is precious
You say I am wrong
I Can't trust you at all
I don't need somebody like you
In my life
I want you to get lost
If you want to kill your self
Smoking joint go a head
I will not stop you
I am happy that I Have
Good in my life
And he is watching everything I do
You tell me that I must drink
Wine
And be an alcoholic
And also to drink like a
Fish
I made many years ago a
Promise
To myself that I
Will stay sober
I don't want to destroy my
Liver
And have some ulcers
I stay away from the
LCBO
I have never been schooled, in
Archetype and tarot,
So please do correct me,
If I am wrong?
The Magus corresponds, to the privileged child,
As the Goat, corresponds to the Fool.
And I know you Magus's
For what you are:
Spoilt and fallen,
And far to far
From self aware
To be viewed as free
From the bias, and the burden,
That the donkeys made to bear.
And you who ride the donkeys
Have always been an ass
Merely grasping at the reigns
And doing as the donkeys want you to;
Which has truly only ever been
Running down those fools,
Gotten in the way;
And this has never ever
Saved, a single one of you,
From those selves
You have confused.
"Coo Coo!"
I Begged The Question...
Mourning Dove:
Survival Of The Fittest?
Clumsy... Survival Of
The FATTEST!
Yes.
Survival Of The Full.
-Gray Squirrel
07-08-2026
She is a pretty fool
Her smile a dose of k-drama love story
She is a pretty fool
A unique design, crafted by God
She is a pretty fool
Whose anger is like a cute scripture
She is the pretty fool
Whom love had infected me with her foolishness
She is the pretty fool
Whom I trusted with my heart nevertheless
I Like The
Idea Of Free
VERSE
Too Plain
Even As Day.
It's An Idea
We Could Go
Right There!
Make A Wish!
Or Wait For Later...
Maybe It's Free
Because It Wants
What It Wants, Lookee
Here... YOU'RE THE
!!!!!!CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE!!!!!!
*************************************
Don't Be So Surprised!
Or Cross Your Fingers,
Whatever You Want...
That's Why.
Tuhhh-Duhhhhh...
You Knew That, Though.
Right THERE.
Skip The Light Fantastic.
(Wait.)
-Gray Squirrel
06-25-2026
Work leaves me feeling
like an unaccomplished fool
waiting punishment
The purpose i found that night. Was to offer up my life as proof, that there is genuine good in this world. That its okay to care, to show your love, to be sincere with wild and reckless abandon. That you can wear your heart on your sleeve. And still protect it. And that kind of protection does not need to kill compassion. It deepens it. And with that growth, it deepens your capacity to care, to love, to lift those around you, sit beside them on their darkest day, and say nothing, because you just want them to know they will never be alone again. That is the purpose I found...
To be this Greater Fool...
And Im meant for it.
A Fool — believed the Planet — paused —
To hear his private Cry —
As if the Hills — kept Sympathy —
For one so small as He —
He wrote his Sorrows — on the Wind —
The Wind — misplaced the Page —
The Ocean — with its thousand mouths —
Returned no Word — nor Rage —
The Stars — were occupied with Fire —
The Trees — with their own Green —
And Time — that ancient Murderer —
Forgot where He had been —
Yet still — He knocked on Nature’s Door —
With bleeding Hand — and Brow —
Until at last — the Silence spoke —
“We never knew You — Now —”
And in that vast Indifference —
More cold than any Grave —
He found the dreadful Liberty —
No Universe could save —
Fool laughs at people often, but tomorrow he will cry bitterly.
But the real wise man laughs with people and shall laughs best tomorrow.
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it's that
make-up
thing
and bath'n
i can't smell
thuh
difference
i mean
'twixt thuh strawberry
auburn
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blond
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APRIL FOOL, OR TRUE
IT IS A CHOICE YOU MUST DO
TRUMP DOES THAT TO YOU
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