The shadowy bishop at work, testing the lavas, the imploding chestnuts, the ignited acorns...

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Busy fellah, rolling worlds up and down his nostrils





…dwindling numbers indeed…

…this Kissingbooger predicted, that, thanks to advances in the reasoning and health areas, the cringe-inducing fringe of crazy religionists would have dwindled by now to about nothing. Instead of which the fascist state of paradise is foisted on us non-wrong-thinking people by all those bigoted and murderous fanatics. Hoarding hordes, driven droves piling over (like pyramids of death-heads) and piling on top of all that much carrion the terribly flawed “truths” shielding their thick skulls bent on cracking ours. Oi weh indeed.



taking a peek:

laid earlier:

peeps me nose:

My photo
Under the speckled canopy / Where, along the autumnal whisper / Of fair weather, I walked, / The enkindled persimmon, / And then the flaming chestnut, / The imploded acorn, fell… /.../.../ My eyes, and nose, and ears, / And tongue, and skin, in joy / Praised such fragile perfection. .../.../