PMPope

Not as one would suspect (I most assuredly am able To acertain) Is the love of all the flowers; Hair & nails; Shoes & fabric; Fine food & things Printed on green fiber Dug from the soul Deeper than the earthen Clay pots of hieroglyph Her's is none of these. She wants to run & watch them bleed. PMPope 2011

Finding the bottom of the pot As rushing between necessity permits Babble on Babble you glorious heads of beef Sing every moment you have left The Spring really needs to know Your law is held in reserve for higher profits Price per barrel; priceless The cost of love When you need to eat steak Or gnaw off your arm Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7

Today the teeth aren't too bad. I have the teeth of a shark. They aren't connected to the jawbone. They float in the gums and bump against the bone decay. I tried once to bite a girlfriend on the back pocket of her jeans. Holy mama! that was my first experience in the extreme dental hell-pain I would find myself thrust into throughout my adult life. The genetics were just all wrong. My mom has the same bone loss and gum disease patterns i see in myself. My dad,... pshww! if he had any sort of medical condition he wouldn't tell me about it. He almost missed out on even saying 'Hello.' to me on this planet. He wanted my mom to have an abortion while she was pregnant with me. That makes you feel sorta special once you know what it means. I have to wake up early to take my mom to her doctor appointment. Buenos suenos!