Day of Fury.

once this thread is fulfilled one of the seven parts of my heart will be contented but not before then

lookin round yonder for the sixth sign of peace and all i see is orpheus

both of my DNA's helixes ache for an honorable resolution and ultimate accord and my rustler instincts tell me both can be found here, in the dusty canon of all that is and could be

DON'T WORRY BRO THERE ARE OUTHOUSES AND HOLES FOR THOSE BASE EVACUATIONS

here, we pioneer a technique called macular regeneration

we burn the candle at both ends here because we invented flames

just staunchin the flow of red-eyed insolence is all

reachin for the rucksack so be well all

blowout comb.

it's been real nice to leave creature comforts like rape whistles behind for this trip into personal reflection's maw

there is but one bosom that will console you, pard.

boy this impish underbite sure has met its match on this trip with the naugahyde that passes for jerky

i can feel myself growing both inside and out

I believe there was an OB tourney going on at that very moment.

freedom is just a euphemism for foggy-eyed sunrises and dusty dungarees

our mental acuity is heightened because of all the prowlers and what not that interlope on this journey to the hereafter

i'm coated in the kind of liberating grime that only comes from letting go of yesterday's seductions and embracing tomorrow's plenty and sleeping near another man