Drug and alcohol addiction spiraling out of control
Sleeping pills all gone
Insomnia now giving way to delirium
Watching the cast of Three's Company dance the ballet in my back yard
While pouring goat's blood all over one another
And sacrificing Dolley Madison to the devil
World Wars III-V with sticks and stones and erotic fantasies about the end of the world
I always used to have those
It would be just you and me
And smoke rising out of
Where the Washington monument used to be
Weird how as the bombs fell we always found time for fucking
Well we always find time for that

......... o_O

Put it to music and you have the gist of most... well, most everything.

Theren Gevel

Interesting poem/story/hallucination

I'm not sure whether to dive bomb you (a la pidgeon style), or give you a great big tongue kiss, you beautiful human being.

Just share some of your pot with him.

Just add a snare drum and a stand up bass, and it's right as rain.

Actually I expanded this thing into a song last night, at least the sentiment, the whole erotic fantasy about the end of the world. Kind of a sad sap minor- and major-seventh thing, with travis picking.

Ren is picturing me naked right now.

Theren is picturing Ren picturing Theren naked right now.

It's a pretty homoerotic line we walk here at TRF.