Whoop de do Dead again. What a hassle under the grass in the undergloom waiting for the worms and the deconstruction of the flesh. Then a long trip around the cosmos, bit by bit, molecule by atom~ a chemical resurrection. And where am I while i am being re-entangled into this thing called alive? I don't know don't know nothing.
But that lucky old sun
just rolls around heaven all day
The next time I get myself together, if I ever do pass this way again with the same social security number, I am going to pay more attention to my toe nails and try to remember what I will have forgotten
Poetry for the disembodied
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Poetry for the disembodied
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
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Poetry for the disembodied
Whoop de do
Dead again
What a hassle
Under the grass
In the undergloom
Waiting for the worms
And the deconstruction of the flesh
Then
A long trip around the cosmos
Bit by bit
Molecule by atom
A chemical resurrection
And where am I while i am being re-entangled
Into this thing called alive
i don't know
Don’t know nothing
But that lucky old sun
Just rolls around heaven all day
The next time
I get myself together
If I ever do
Pass this way again
With the same social security number
I am going to pay more attention to my toenails
And try to remember what I will have forgotten
_____________________________-
I sit outside and look at the beauty of this world, a soft spring breeze the live oak trees gently sway, and the grass and the flowers the sunshine and I think of Iphigenia at her grave.
Whoop de do
Dead again
What a hassle
Under the grass
In the undergloom
Waiting for the worms
And the deconstruction of the flesh
Then
A long trip around the cosmos
Bit by bit
Molecule by atom
A chemical resurrection
And where am I while i am being re-entangled
Into this thing called alive
i don't know
Don’t know nothing
But that lucky old sun
Just rolls around heaven all day
The next time
I get myself together
If I ever do
Pass this way again
With the same social security number
I am going to pay more attention to my toenails
And try to remember what I will have forgotten
_____________________________-
I sit outside and look at the beauty of this world, a soft spring breeze the live oak trees gently sway, and the grass and the flowers the sunshine and I think of Iphigenia at her grave.
To gaze upon yon light is man's most cherished gift; that life below is nothingness, and whoso longs for death is mad. Better live a life of woe than die a death of glory!
Iphigenia at Aulis
Free Rice
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
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