KOSMIC CASINO

Crazy Boomers inhaling everything,

Snorting on cosmic dust–

Stumbling into Act 3…

Together, one and indivisible

Forever and Ever Aloha

(Hello & Goodbye, Farewell).

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This Am I…

LEPTON PUDDLESTONE, MFA…

I am what am

Am am

I am the sty in your eye

The mote in the sun

The run in your hose

Your wet, slimy nose.

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I’m all the flu’s, colds & chills

I’m the ache in your heart

The fear in your gut

The Solid Citizen

The Derelict, Clown, Village Idiot

Genius and Rich Man on the Hill.

I am Hell and Heaven

Space and Time

Energy and Matter

Filler up with

High Test Cosmic Zip.

I’m All Past-Future Lives

And the Buzzing Blooming Present.

I am your Yam

Rising early with the Sun

Slumping into night Darkness

I’m cold cruel reality

And the evening commutes

Faint Touch of your Lover

Rioting Fire down Below.

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I am

A hole in your loafer’s sole

Dog turd in the yard

Brass band that never stops

I’m the greatest adventure film

Spooling without End.

I’m the hawk, the falcon

The sparrow and crow

I’ll whistle every song

and keep you on the Go.

I am the big AM

I’m the Hiss on your Lips

I’m Youuuuuu…

I am all the biographies

The silly debates

I’m hunger and sickness

And rotten smelly toothaches.

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I am what I am

Beginning and End

Roll me over and start again.

I’m your sadness, your blues

Your eternal bellyache

I’m the grump, the grouse

The bad noxious sport

I’m clawed, I’m perfect

Miserable screw up!

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I am the Big Bang

Radiating into Space

I keep us together

And fuel the race.

I am you

The worst and the best

The family disgrace

The fool, the troll, the ingrate up state.

I’m the whining weakling

Sticky Semen and Egg

The slippery Kiss

Leering floor walker

Nodding Undertaker.

I am all these

I am what I am

Hobo in the Over Soul

Sans ticket to ride.

Yes, a suicide, a snot

A pedant puffed with pride

The bigot with his flag

The dog in the manger

With no Reason to Cerebrate.

I never said it all

There’s never enough time

I am the dread, the anxiety and hate

I am the sorry excuse

For the harmony of the spheres

And all possible fears.

I’m the guy you’ll never know

And the endless house guest

I’m the stranger down the hall

Whose grin stinks of bitter gin.

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I am the saint and scholar

The snail on the drive

Rigor mortis and pale bloated death

It’s never too late to speculate.

I’m the crimp in your back

The floater in your eye

I’m the pain in the ass

And her Glory that is Womb Man

I’m Everywhere and Nowhere Inside & Out.

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There’s no time like Tomorrow

Be sure and Borrow

More that you will ever Make.

I am you, your are us

Just hang a left in Denver

And you’ll find the 4:40 Tour Bus.

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I’m where the Rubber Meets The Road

The birth of Prose

Don’t dive into bed with

The sinus aches of poetry

Skull stabbing sharp pain

I’m the real reason

You came in from the rain.

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Night and day, I am Every day of the Week

All the sand in the Universe

The biggest fishbowl

The largest eye

The prowler in the lane

So tread softly

I am Sleeping

Now waking

Now baking a cake

I am your prayer

and every despair.

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I am what I am

AM YOU, YOU ARE ME.

I am the Greatest Story

A rollicking roller coaster ride

Sagebrush and rawhide

I am the Cowboy, the Sheik and Raj

The Crazy Queen and Czar.

I am, you are , we are: AM…

I am the cool clear water

And the snake in the grass

The bird in the bush

The two in the hand

The sudden abrupt ending

At the poetry slam.

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I am the dessert

The chocolate ice cream

The fly in the soup

The leftovers unknown

Warmed in a pan and later

Garbage for the back Stoop.

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Yes, the bump, the creak

The cool afterglow

Don’t wait up I’m moving very slow.

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I concentrate

But give up and let go

I am the confusion

The Great Awakening

The Slide into Darkness

Anarchy and Madness

Evil and Hate.

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I am all the romance

Sloppy sorrows and tears

I am the final credits

And bittersweet farewells

Under the Neon Marquee

I’ll stay with you

Holding on…waiting while time turns blue.

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I am the pristine vastness

The pimple on you ass

The foot in the doorway

With bells chiming Mass

I am all the dreams

Nightmares and sweats

The tunnel to France

A burglar stepping in the poop

I’m bebop and zouk

A hair in your soup

I’m all that faulty

With this poetic faculty.

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And everything Flatland

Nobody can know me

Not even myself

Your pain is my strain

We’re always coming up to bat

With a drone in the sky

Endless screams of surf and turf

Belching waiters jangling loose change.

We’re all that

All that confusion

Whimpering in your brain

The cold chilly doorknob

The drizzle of the rain.

I am…we are…they are

The Big Kahuna

The bum asleep on the grate

Toad with a jewel glued into it pate.

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I’m all the doubt

The panic, the stew

Of ticking clocks

Ambition fried

Angry lava boiling

Simpering in the gut

We’re all that’s spoiling.

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I am the army of the Dead

You tucked safely in bed

The silver ice skate

The knotted string

Forgotten prize

A hill, a dale

A country lass no less

With silver bucket as

Sun shines on her locket.

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I am the Great Migration

The purple scarred hills

Magna Carta…Constitution

And tin Ear Mules

Resisting Robert’s Rules.

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I am the cobwebs

The mildewed book

All the wrinkled photos

And everything you took.

I am the howling wolf

Seeking its pack

The screeching owl

Chewing a bloody snack.

I am the Gila Monster

Roasting on hot rocks

Baggy beaded body

Poisonous to the Gills

Smug serpent’s sweet smile.

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I am the guy that kicked you

From the Emerald Garden

Out of the State of nature

Unconscious of your Deaths.

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I am the One who exiled you

Into Schizy Mind Games

A rear view Windshield

Past sins always present

Paranoia always will Destroy You

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I taught you story telling

I gave you time, culture & history

I bought you a shiny suit of shark skins

And shoved you Out

Of the Generous Forest Oasis

And dropped you East of Eden

Out there ultimately

In Cain’s land

The Tribe of Nodders

Land of Sleepwalkers

Suffering in their Ignorance

Caught between Nothing & Everything

Zero and One.

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I am, like you

Pressed to the Cosmic Wall

The endless agenda

Another cooling Universe

Fram a Niagara Star Fall.

I’ve been meaning

To get back to you

Thanks for holding on

I’m here to help you

Sober at the Controls

Ego Trip almost Done.

All or Nothing

Everything in Between

Please be patient

No crowding inside the Screen.

I am the Big Boss

But you hold the Mirrored Key

I’ll tell you how to turn it

For maximum security.

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I am all that I am

I’m totally responsible

Ticket fees gladly refundable.

Denying death

Generations parade

Flags rippling proudly

Boosting might mortality

Acts of love, not self

Casting out crippling time.

I am, I tell you, swear to it

The real McCoy

Get ready for the cosmic knife and

Surgery on your pathetic life.

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(To Be Continued)

I am the cat in the window

The dog in the yard

The big and small

Really Nothing at all.

I’m all your guilts

They’re all mine too.

So much eager time.

So little, really to do.

That groaning Wailing Wall,

That tsunami of print,

Books by the yin yang,

Enough to make you squint.

Before a scribe’s sordid majesty.

I am that awakening,

Steaming from the dream,

Our necks bent, face down,

Before the page supreme.

Come on,

Cut us all some slack

It’s too late now,

Doomed, flat of your back.

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I am the shortest complete thought,

Language has wrought…

Just…

Be!

The hysterical search for youth,

The tried and true,

The worried and the blue.

I am the endgame,

And kickoff,

Sputtering red-faced fan,

Wild man in clouds

Sky streaked,

With teary mourning news,

The dastardly daily

Disappointments.

I am…the deal gone bad,

The soul on ice,

The victim writhing,

I am the shout of joy,

The back-breaking obligation,

The festive log spills from the hearth,

Branding the family liar.

I am your worst nightmare,

Your greatest hope,

I am,

(I repeat forever)

Very glad you eloped.

I am gut wrenching fear,

Abolition of existence,

All vain persistence,

Obviating the painfully obvious,

It’s all over,

Soon enough.

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I am in the meantime,

The bug in your ear,

The querulous cheer,

Butt scratching pioneer,

On a rise staring west,

Mouth open, pink gums Toothless.

I am you in Overdrive,

When no one else can take it,

I’ll still be here,

Right back where you belong.

In every corner of our explosion,

This Freedom Day bash,

Blasted from non-existence,

Out we burst,

(oh boy…oh girl)

With a frighteningly Big Bang.

I am the ten thousand things,

Without end,

Infinity to the infinite power,

So Big, Big won’t even cower.

I feel your pain,

The poor lonely ego,

Adrift on flaming embers doomed,

I am the vast cold space,

Between the sparks of life,

And like you,

Lost in our own worlds,

Panting to get out,

And recite the Magical Multi-Verses.

I am the P-M-A,

The Positive Mental Attitude,

For ye of little faith,

Gather round,

And love that Old Devil Sea,

Plashing playful waves,

On every cosmic beach.

I am the lost weekend,

Watched pot forever yet to boil,

Mother blessed apron string,

Boy or Girl.

Stranger that fiction,

Broadcasting on every channel,

Give the dial a whirl.

I am the cold Mountain Woman Stream,

The rainbow arched over the hill,

Magenta salmon sunset,

Life slowing in an aging heart.

I am the Total Truth,

And the Awful Lie,

The hiccup in your heart,

The spark in your eye.

I am…fire and ice,

Birth life and disaster,

Do not pass go,

But pay your parking fees,

Post no bills & politely retire.

I am democracy singing,

Its song of freedom,

Of silence in the desert,

Hope down on the farm,

Let go of pretension,

And face the sad facts,

Life can be a long way,

From front to back.

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I am your constant fatigue,

A universe in ruin,

Cinders expiring in dark cosmic corners,

Speed of pure light splinters,

As lies always reveal,

The swirling roulette wheel’s rigged,

To favor the House,

Try and imagine a happy ending,

It’s not in the marked deck,

You’ve been had once again,

So knock back the watered down drinks,

And swallow the sexy sequined show.

We are the Cosmic Casino,

Keep hope alive,

You can skip the celestial arts,

They won’t save you,

From the burly bouncers,

And the Grand Contusions.

Rest in Peace,

Our fading epitaph accuses,

From the mossy marble gravestone:

“I told you I was sick!!”

I am the End of the Final Day,

The Grateful Dead Silence Done,

Pray for Peace and Stillness,

Santi Santi Santi,

The Over Soul’s race is now Run!

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I Am the final Whoosh,

Of Thermodynamic Heat,

The patient Glacier,

Melting with delayed Desire,

Dishes clattering,

Wind moaning,

Unlimited Ads on phones,

Summer coming,

Hope eternal,

Spring still lingering,

Rainy day calling cards,

Orphaned on hall tables,

Walls silver glass,

Jack O’ Lanterns prancing,

People twisting, never still,

Till finally quite…Quiet.

I am Endgame’s Silence,

Wonder, Hope, Power,

Cosmic Womb Vacuum,

Lousy with corny rhymes,

Cracked voice of Last Deadbeat Hippie,

Straggling Troubled Chorus Line.

Between Opposing Mirrors,

Sprout Endless Alphabets,

Flattering tongues suspended,

In Curved Space.

We are the Final SHE-BANG,

Taking a bow,

And yes, say yes,

Boomers Seeking Final,

Lessons of Love.

We are what was and is,

Infinitely Eternally,

At last happy gasp,

Too late to deny me,

The Old Fuse I AM,

With trembling flicker

Of a Cosmic Bic!!!

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(((((BOOM! Big Bang! Cosmic Ommm…Santi Santi Santi))))))

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Peace Peace Peace,

Love Love Love,

Together, one and indivisible,

Full Cycle Start Up,

Forever and Ever Repeating,

Yet again, Aloha:

Reverberating, Forever,

Farewell and Hello…

Forever reunited,

In the Infinitely Infinite…

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Kosmic Casino

In Memoriam: LEPTON PUDDLESTONE, MFA

(Happily deceased! Over & out the magic rainbow, amigos…)

Author: Jim Stallings

Toni Morrison on Seizing the Monster’s Final Day:

“I always Know the Ending;

That’s where

I start!”

Kosmic 2020 TRASH KRASH

This I ain’t

I’m not you,

You aren’t me

Together, one and forever different

Never quite the same.

Am what I am

Am never sameness

The sty in your eye

The sun flash fragments

The flu’s, cold red snaps

The madness in your gut

Krazy Klown, Twisted Numbskull

Symptoms of a brilliant Hell & Heaven

Space and Time & Nothing at All

All your past-future buzzing blooming

Present Tense–

Radiating into infinite space

Lusty semen and egg

Slippery sloppy kiss

Hobo in the Over Soul

No future ticket to ride.

The snail on the drive

Crimp in your back

Pain in the ass,

Everywhere and Nowhere, inside & out…

No time like nothingness

Where rubber meets the troubled road,

all the sand in the universe

The greatest story

Sagebrush and rawhide,

Cowboy, Sheik, & Czar.

THE COOL KLEAR WATER

SNAKE IN THE GLASS GRASS

BIRD IN BUSH

POETRY SLAM

DESERT CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM

FLY IN SOUP

COOL AFTERGLOW

GARBAGE AT THE BACK STOOP

GREAT AWAKENING SLIDE INTO DARKNESS

ROMANCE SORROW TEARS

NEON MARQUEE

STAY W/ YOU HOLDING ON WHILE TIME TURNS BLUE!!!

DOOR IN THE CHIMING MASS

DREAMS AND SWEATS TUNNEL TO FRANCE

WE BEBOP & ZOUK, HAIR IN YOUR SOUP

ALL THAT POETIC FACULTY, SHAME!

THE KOLD DOORNOB

BIG KAHUNA, BUM ON THE GRATE

Toad with jewel glued in its pate…yuk!

angry lava boiling

a country lass no less

bucket silver sunshine locket!

Great migration purple Magna Carta/ Tin Ear mules

screwed up Robert’s Rules…

Cobwebs too many books

wrinkle photos

Howling Wolf, Screeching owl

Chewing bloody snacks.

Gila Monster roasting rocks

Naked Body Rolled in Grassy Sweat.

Flat failure, truth in slow-mo death.

Deadbeats & Hippies, strapped chorus lines,

No ends in sight. Gone!!! Lost time….

Final SHE-BANK-BANG…

TAKE A UNIVERSAL BOW,

BOOMERS HUGGING LOVE

WHAT WE ARE WHAT IS…

INFINITELY ETERNALLY

WE ARE THE WHAT WHEN AND NOTHING…

KOSMIC BLOOMS BANGS — REPEAT CLOWN FOOLS!

KILLS NOTHING & EVERYTHING, ZERO & ONE…

REPEAT))))))))))))))))))))&&&&&&&&&&(((((((((((((FADEOUTBLACKHOLE!!!!

Mussolini Sucked Into White House Cosmic Black Hole: Breaking News from Beyond: Warning from Surrealist Author Gertrude Stein

“It takes a lot of time

To be a Genius,

You have to sit around so much

Doing Nothing!

Eh Gads!!

Really DOING Nothing!”

Mussolini in the White House & Artists in the Woods

I was awakened from my summer in the woods

Happily on my Retreat from Scribe Scribbling & Painting…

And lo! Here in the immediate week of June…

Mussolini burst out of the American scenery

And began making upside down mumbles about the Bible

As a cure for panicky authoritarian DTs…

Frankly this is my vacation away from sweaty

Panic artists and political thugs…

And let me assure you: don’t let the noise

Chew up your hard earned vacation pleasures.

Ignore the panic fake artists trembling Night Sweats,

We shall embrace our getaways in the woods.

It’s a long way to November CITIZENS

Yet frankly all too soon upon us…

Give up your nervous trembles…

This is how the Worthies muddle

Through the Noise and Whining…

Take a long nap and say “Nuts” to NEUROTICS

Who can’t leave our Democracy alone…

It’s a failure of nerves and courage to hold on.

Nervous scribes…shut your windows, don’t watch TV,

Don’t toss your cookies, walk a mile through the forests

Of madness and bring your soul back renewed from

Lost hours and nanoseconds of social concerns.

Remember what Picasso told his admirers:

“The artist goes through states of fullness and emptiness,

And that is all there is to the Mystery of Art.”

Ignore the Mentally Agitated!

Push your ZERO FREEDOM BUTTONS…

SEE YOU IN THE FALL, AMIGOS & AMIGAS! ADIOS…

NEVER LEFT TOWN…

YES, I’M TAKING THAT GETAWAY BREAK

NO, I’M NOT LEAVING TOWN

NOTHING DOING, DON’T NEED TO TRAVEL

TO KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON

NOTHING IS LEARNED STRAINING AFTER TRAVEL

THE GOOD AND BAD, THE MADNESS AND ALL THE OTHER NONSENSE

I HANG BACK IN THE CABOOSE OF THE TRAIN

WHERE NO ONE KNOWS ME AND NOTHING HAPPENS

I WILL BE INVISIBLE, I WILL LISTEN TO THE EMPTINESS

THERE WILL BE NO FANTASTIC MAGIC

ONLY THE CLICK CLACK OF THE TRAIN CARS

HEARING THE SCREAMING AND FIGHTING

AMIDST ALL THE PEOPLE SUFFERING MADNESS

AND CRUELTY SEIZING ALL BY THE NECK

THE INSANITY OF INDIFFERENCE AND THE BLUR

OF TRAPSING OFF INTO OTHER WORLDS AND INFINITY

BURNING DESIRES FOR LIBERATION AND HAPPY DAYS

FOR THAT IS A MYTH TO BE IGNORED, ALL THAT MATTERS

IS SHOWING UP IN YOUR CHAIR IN YOUR QUIET ROOM

WHERE WRITERS AND PHILOSOPHERS GATHER TO EMBRACE

ALL THE WARPED UNCERTAINTIES OF LIVING AND DYING

THE LEAP TO INTO THE GREAT BEYOND,

SENTENCES AND IMAGES AND FEARS AND COURAGE

TO EXIST, TO BE AN ABSURDIST WHILE ALSO FLYING AWAY

WITHOUT PRETENSIONS…JUST GO ON MY DAMNED SUMMER

HOLIDAY AND TURN UP IN THE FALL WHEN THE INSANITY

CATCHES FIRE AND BLOWS ITSELF OUT…DON’T WAIT FOR ME,

I’LL ALWAYS STILL BE HERE IN MY HIDEAWAY AND WISHING

YOU WELL IN THIS PANDEMONIUM OF ABSURDITY AND MADNESS.

LET GO THE REST, NOTHING & EVERYTHING WILL STILL BE

FLOATING AROUND THE COSMOS AND VERY LIKELY WE’LL ALL

STILL BE DIPPING AND DIVING TO THE NEAREST BLACK HOLE

IN AN INFINITE NUMER OF OTHER UNIVERSES HAVING ACTUALLY

NO MIRRORING OF WHAT WE ONCE THOUGHT WAS OUR GOAL.

FAREWELL TRAVELERS…MAY WE CROSS PATHS ONCE AGAIN.

AS EMERSON LIKED TO PREACH…GOD IS A SPHERE OF INFINITE POINTS

WHOSE CENTER IS EVERYWHERE AND ITS LIMITS NEVER END.

SEE YOU AFTER THE SIZZLING AMAZING STAY AT HOME WITH

NOTHING TO SAY OR LEARN…ADIOS, AMIGOS….

TAKING A SABBATICAL

YEP, TODAY IS THE DAY BEFORE A VACATION

GOOD OLD COW’S TAIL OF THE MONTH:

APRIL 30 MY GRANDMOTHER CALLED IT

SHE WAS PROUD OF BEING A COW’S TAIL

AND SHE SAW IN ME A SLOW WALKER

WHICH I HOLD DEAR TO MY HEART.

AFTER ALL WHAT’S THE RUSH?

I’LL BE PLODDING ALONG THE REMAINDER

OF THIS SPRING AND THEN HIT THE UNKNOWNS

OF DODGING THE GOOD AND BAD IN SUMMER.

GOT A STRANGE FEELING THERE’S TROUBLE AND

GOOD THINGS AHEAD.

HANG IN THERE…

TOMORROW IS MY 74TH BIRTHDAY

AND I’M INFORMED BY THE ANGELS

THAT IT’S OKAY TO GO ON A LIVELY

WALKABOUT AND REFRESH THE COSMIC INFINITY

FALLING OUT OF THE BIG WORLD AROUND US.

ALL THE BEST TO MY PROSE POETIC WILD FOLKS!

SEE YOU ROUND THE WORD REZ…

ADIOS, AMIGOS & AMIGAS!

TWIST & SHOUT

A MODERN GLOBAL CHANT

SUPERHEATED TRIBAL DANCE

SIGNIGICANT FOR IGNORANCE

OF RADICAL EXPLOITATION–

JUSTIFIABLE BY MEANS

OF PATRIOTISM

AND FOGGY INTEL CHAOS:

A MORON’S GAME

OF EYE SHATTERING CHICKEN

FOR NOW WE WAIT

FOR THE NEXT MARTYRS

TO PAINT THE EARTH

WITH A MUSHROOM CLOUD.

CONSIDER IT DONE

ALL YOUR EFFORT

COUNTS AS ASSETS

SEE THE POSITIVES–

WORK IS HARD

AND YOU DID IT!

LOOK AT THE EVIDENCE–

REAMS OF NUMBERS

PYRAMIDS OF LETTERS

SURELY THIS IS SENSE

AND WE HERE IN SAFETY

APPLAUD YOUR KNAPSACK

AND ITS BUNDLE OF SUCCESS–

NOW THEN IS TIME

FOR THE LIGHTING

OF THE FIRE OF KNOWING,

YOUR BONFIRE SUFFICES, HEROES.

JUST STAY HERE

ON THE SPOT

TARGET BULL’S EYE

ENJOY THE ACTION

PLEASURE AND PAIN

ALL THE SAME

EVIDENCE OF LIFE–

EMBRACE TRUTH–

DEEP BREATH–

NOW RELAX–

BID ADIEU–ADIOS AMIGOS.