This wiki page story is a [little flag] (Plotmeister) production.
Peace out.
+ Comments Appreciated +


Return to index Penguins in a Bottle



Raisinfolk


The holy writ of the modern magic
bass, words, pulse, bleed

We can't remember the lyrics to our Hail Mary's and we don't have a father but our
fingers know how many beats to the godd--- measure and we won't back away from the burning flag on the pole can you see its colors through the flames where is our nation where is our nation scream my name do you remember it do you remember it do you DO YOU REMEMB

Will the real Jesus Christ please stand up?

Beauty ≠ Value

I am nothing have nothing do nothing be nothing words words words
Mathematical, Logical
puke

Sensation perception rejection salvation i do not care for the miles between
earth sun cloud lightning seed apple

half eaten apple, the sin of technology
the worm and the snake in cahoots
cohorts cohabitors coconspirators collaborators corroborating data
one sick bite one dropped seed at a

Time stands still we run circles around the sundial our shadow tells us
when to sleep, eat, shit, love fight run die try again again again ag

This is the sound my bitterness makes in the morning when you wake it up grumpy.

Who would shed bedsheets for bodies grown hard and dried in the sun
Rasinfolk, we wander, harvesting, harboring, hallowing
the portrait in the grandfather's den is of a green great grape

Twitching, we twitter and wish we were birds
the birds pluck us from the grass
dirt and fruit together
two separate things forced into analogy by juxtaposition
the sap drains from the trees (blood from her face) we are rooted, green
who are the raisinfolk with axes

Axes, silver axes, lying axes(tinfoilonlyonlydon'ttellanyoneanyonelies)

resolutions are illusion only
hence the nature of the conservation of energy.
(i must be in europe, americans know nothing of silence.)
(science. i meant science. swear it.)

Begin again.