Again, Again

May I suggest good natured doorknob?
Trinkets trivialise systemic injustice.
Laughter lines have a way of wriggling out of trouble.
Be like the boy.
The sound of one hand clapping.
I'd fight gandhi.
Frustration.
Silence is impossible.
Blankness impossible.
Zen like tranquility impossible.
Too many embedded images.
Hotkeys linking everything and anything.
Stream of consciousness.
River of shit.
Fear.
Nausea.
Oatmeal.
Pedigree thoroughbred horses.
Girls love horses.
Do horses love girls,
or are they crying out for some good masculine company?
Hmmmm....
Flibble.
Penguin.
Hand puppet.
Glowing red eyes.
Red gingham dress.
Dorothy.
Oz.
Bumhug.
Oy.
King.
Tower.
Gunslinger.
Cowboy.
Rivers of deciet.
Rolling rock.
Road to joy.
Ode to joy.
To joy.
Easy rider.
Black magic woman.
Crooner.
Spooning.
Desire, lust and loneliness.
Gaping hole like a tooth pulled out too late.
Uncomfortable.
Do I still love her?
I felt OK, and yet now one dream has hit me for six.
Kaboom.
Kabluey.
The power of dreams.
The power of love. T
he dove from above.
Coo, coo.
Coon, nigger, chink, faggot, the tunnel of persecution.
The funnel of infiltration.
Father is not real, but a ghost in the machine.
A whisper in the ether.
Again, the power of dreams.
Wachowski,
anime,
Cameron,
pi,
requiem for a boiled egg.
Banana skin slip.
Banana split.
Hangers and busses and tramps with hot cross buns.
Theives with delusions of grandeur greater than god.
Bars of jails and mars and snickers.
Do not go out with a whimper.
Do not go out at all.