by Darryl Price
of anything if that's the way you feel love must go off its nut. But watch out for
thorn bushes that grow from holes in the ground. You will be
seen as the coming to life new spring devil beneath
the see-through fabric of cold winter. This might even fascinate
some. There's always a taker. So, good luck there. Personally
I never wanted to see you grow permanent horns
for me. That's such a boring waste of breath. Everyone's got
a set by the way, but they don't harden into forever
unless you miss the time to retract all claws. Even
then I suppose it's not too bad, because you won't be the
only one being invented wearing a concrete and ready,
defensive-mode-like helmet of bone. I mean look at all those leftover dinosaur marbles rolling across the museum floor like last century's dimes!
Never wanted to join a single group of slow plodders
myself. That appears to be such a sad emotional suicide just
waiting to happen, like being eaten alive from the inside
of a lonely crowded room by unseen forces—not my scene, man, not into
it. I've been down long before but that's no reason to give up on
the fun ghost now. That time will come of its own volition.
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Life's too short to hold so many things against each other like pointed spears. Everyone's trying to come to terms with this life we're given. Obviously it's not that easy. Try to remember that about the next guy or gal you encounter.