a poem for today, 11 July 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of five sentences and its image]
Chaos will be everywhere and with the breakdown of mass communications, mutiny will occur in great numbers in all facets of the oppressors’ government.
Those two little bastards are a perfect argument for birth control.
Our results demonstrate that it is possible to produce aesthetically pleasing and easy to follow instructions for many everyday objects.
Life is a stupid, meaningless thing that has nothing to teach you.
My wound existed before me; I was born to embody it.