AbiogenesisRealists will account for visions of light by telling stories of cassette ribbonAbiogenesis by palaeochannel6
poured across a Joshua tree in the desert, the juxtaposition of an ailed freeway,
a car full of folded paper
And all of the accidentally beautiful things.
She says that winter has not burned like this before
but sometime they took down the last telephone wire
All of the people we loved don't call back.
All the things we believed in don't send postcards from the other planets.
Sometimes I think this collision is all we get
Ailed in dust in an atmosphere thickened with radar, the forest ascending and falling in a
lake, the atomic glow of Indian Hills from the rocks at night.
Nothing is created
but nothing is really destroyed
Time Travel for Ex AddictsThe only thing you can take with you is musicTime Travel for Ex Addicts by palaeochannel6
And a couple of streets if you have room
Leave the T.V. behind but turned on
You may not bring a watch, digital or otherwise
Nor may you bring the possibility of rain
After dinner get yourself lost
There will be questions. Don't answer any of them
Eventually the voices will start to come together until everything is noise
Next type the name of a young boulevard in the interface
Lie down near that street while it snows and count backwards from 100
You will find yourself in bed but don't worry
it isn't yours
A voice will fall from the sky and say,
Please remain hysterical
in the event of an emergency.
If something goes wrong you will die.
Para Espanol oprima numbero dos.
There are no other options
Fight sleep, it's a poor substitute for making planetfall
When you close your eyes you will see light
And it will remind you of traffic
You have to think about a song now
Any song will do
named after women
When you see a fe
Psalm for the SouthMomma gave me a quilt when I left homePsalm for the South by AzizrianDaoXrak
so I could lie me down in green pastures,
jus' like her black book says.
I learned to read
in a town where the churches got porches
jus' like everybody else.
Taught myself astronomy
with cogon grass ticklin my bare legs an'feet
an'ticks on the backsa my knees.
I couldn'a shown you
the long necklace a' stars
people say is a dragon,
but I could hunt down rabbits n'hazelnuts
on their way to Heaven.
Since I left
I seen long plains a' steel buildins
that crowd out the sky
an'shine their own stars.
Grandaddy Solomon still sings to me in my sleep
in Grandma's ole wicker rockin chair,
still reads to me from Momma's black book.
I like him better'n God.
My first music lesson
was wind in the blue grass,
my breath vibratin the green ribbon
crushed between thumb-joints.
Since then I learned from voices jus' as sweet.
I read lots more than the black book, these days.
Walked through lotsa valleys,
dryer'n salt or wet as an afternoon in March
walked there m