Personism Manifesto Frank

"just go on your nerve... if someone's chasing you down the street with a knife you just run, you don't turn around and shout"

Give it up, i went to Mars last night and i don't know when i'll come back. it took me a minute a half to get recentered after all those martians, you know how they are.. they started prodding me and asking me questions with lights in my eyes and you know i couldn't answer any of their questions because i didn't know what tonge they where using it went clickety clickety like these keyboard tiles here stirring me back into the oblivion where the center gets turned around because martian gravity mixed with the density of the earth plane i resignated to resonate with creates the best vegan gravy i've ever had!

and i'm all mad! their emotions are blood. not heart pumping our systems full of attic expression where the stars are just painted on post mats after the modernists left, more so a dinner from last week and i was so hungry i ate it anyway and it was a dumpster filled with human soup some were skulls too even. my refreshment won't come because i already got grimey and there is no water in this martian climate just swampy dirt boot stomp.

of course i want you to get it. i want you to grap my fuckin head and slam it into the volcano breathing true nature until all the meat falls off your bones and into my soup. then i'll heat it up with the brains, put it on your skin,(already removed from your body) and toast it all up. that's how i would to make a deer skin anyway. martian skill lasts better when the center went away and the gravity's all different. you want it to be the same and maybe sometime sanity wil come to clean the stalls though in this generation i think we've all made the hit.

still not sure what yearning is, besides taking a ladle to the soup before the skulls came off the skeletons. who wants to wait, a skeleton is just you when you were still breathing only the spirit is somewhere else. since time's not linear i can do it now and it just does not matter. get married at 5 and bite mom's hand at 28 when saturn's not coming anyway because i told you the gravy's different and it just won't ever be the same.

abstractionoid