How is it going general public? I post for you tonight, this cold wicked night, to inform you of nothing, and maybe as tradition has it, entertain you as well. If it is information that you want–you will find it… just not here. Chalk, wood chips and lacker, liquor and melancholy is all you will find here. If this sort of thing interests you, then so be it. You will get a good load of it, general public, on the daily, or weekly, or whenhaveIit.
First, a tribute to illiteracy: my fifteen minute freestyle/write. For the uninitiated, this is the time when all editors are publicly executed, all censorship censored and all limits ignored, so that they one day may be forgotten, even if the plans hatched themselves are ill-begotten. May the madness begin, and may the muses, those crafty whores, grace me with their expensive presence.
–2259
AUUULLL howls the wolf at the sight of the pale white moon, paler than white girls in planet Greenland, swimming in the feel good oceans of past exuberance, this beast of the wild makes our temper mild cry like our inner child at the sight of work, man’s work, the blood and sweat, iron and passion, hard drink and mustaches, cry like it ran out of places to hide and had to take its place in the city where shit is wild. AUUULL howls the god forsaken wolf. On the outskirts of the city, this beautiful thing ain’t looking for pity, its prowling for pray, a serial killer, a mother slayer and child sucker, blood thirsty, and angrier than the average trucker. AUUUL indeed for that pale shadow of a planet, that jealous sister, that callous mammoth, that pile of rock spinning and spamming our night sky with its orbital habits. AUUUL for its presence and AAAAUUUL for all it represents, the justice of times well spent. May we reap what we sow and may we sow what is needed, let us not act like god damn heavens. That greatest of stars, our constant reminder, that bite-sized companion that limitless grandeur, let it serve us as an example.
2312–
Admittedly slightly less than 15 minutes, but this is my first post. Yes no information for you. Blame Shannon, he wrote the theory. I’m outro.
