Trinity-meat Puppets.
I have seen these sugary Trinity-Crème-“brûlée” eyes
glazed over in serious hashish abusers (e.g., the Girl with the far away eyes), abusées (Miss Shell-shocked-syndromatics), and also in the red-glowing faces of zombie cultists at Christian
“Rock” (sic) Concerts. What does it
mean? A total lack of
consciousness? Zombie-ism writ impossibly
infinitely large? I don’t get it. An absent minded professor I have long experience
with, but these “I know something that you don’t know and it’s giving my face a
rosy glow” types really creep
me out! Be here now, or be far away/long ago Romantic,
but don’t go totally Zombie.
Please!
Up-and-down, Side-to-side, and
Forward-and-backward, just don’t let
Albert Einstein slip in his wily time-mechanic
theories whilst you’re not looking.
Consider: the Source...
God?
God what an idiot! (but not really, she's amazingly amusing.)(a-maze-ingly.)
Are we not Women? We are Devo...
She's not my (arche)type.
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