tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post732817316810658510..comments2024-03-15T07:38:08.505-04:00Comments on BLCKDGRD: We had a grief we didn't understand while standing at the edge of some low scrub hills as if humans were extra or already goneUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-76509026933068887152018-08-10T12:29:44.818-04:002018-08-10T12:29:44.818-04:00I don't have any skin left on my face. Otherwi...I don't have any skin left on my face. Otherwise I'd vote for a goat carried in a tote. Teddy has been grooming my face every night and his tongue is like a file. That's what happened to my face.<br /><br />Another great poem! Thank you.<br /><br />This one is a favorite I came across while reading Carlos Castaneda:<br /><br />Hora Inmensa<br /><br />Only a bell and a bird break the stillness.<br />It seems that the two talk with the setting sun.<br />Golden colored silence,<br />the afternoon is made of crystals.<br />A roving purity sways the cool trees,<br />and beyond all that,<br />a transparent river dreams<br />that trampling over pearls<br />it breaks loose<br />and flows into infinity.<br /><br />I'd bet Napoleon will be okay, cats are pretty smart. Just look at how well they train us!<br /><br /><br />I think Donald Trump has dentures as his teeth look to regular to me.<br /><br /><br />Fuck the Democratic Party. I'm in a rare mood this morning.<br /><br /><br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16824840608930313691noreply@blogger.com