the sorrows of apesyphus
neighbours discussing my fall into a crevasse vast
+ganglia rage seeping angina from this day forward
i will use the backdoor
where garbage+racoon shit accumulate where homelost
squat to eat smooth clean bones drying in the early spring
heat not the antlers of Georgia O’ Keefe
probably gnarly city-chicken or Creutzfeldt-Jakob beef
but they cannot squelch my carefree newly insouciant
+braintumour call me apesyphus or am i? are u?
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..the human race is a monotonous affair..most people spend
the greatest part of their time working …and what little freedom
remains so fills them with fear that they seek out any and every means
to be rid of it.. (The Sorrows of Young Werther.. J.W. Von Goethe 1774)
Spring 2024 ..lighthearted jaunty debonair +breezy..🌻🌻
songanddancegirl 