I’m with my familyI’m setting up a BBQI love to BBQMeat and eat and laugh andMy father had climbed too highAnd he fellHe fell flat on his faceI asked him “are you okay?”He was okayI realized that there wasNo meatNo meat to eatI proceeded to drive a carTo the storeTo buy meat
At 36 years oldI feel my body breakingBut I have hopeMy hope lies, or rather standsIn the fact that I don’t have the choice to give upAnd I am going to dieTherefore every painIs temporaryEvery sensation propels meDeeper into my workAnd my pursuit of emptiness
I need to buy pensTo write Nonsense on this paper“Non” “Sense”My favorite kind of senseThe one that doesn’t requireReason or doubtDoubt is blind beliefReason is a prisonWriting nonsense to existRight nowWrite now
Guff
“Guff”
Is a great word
And one
I intend to employ
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