My Lord, We Are Sufficiently Fucked.

Notes in a bottle

Do not exist.

Time, it turns out,

Can be sufficiently pissed,

You will insist.

Time is working against you.

Putting you in that smarmy pile.

You lose you and all the while

You love suspending reality.

See what’s to see, but

What you now see isn’t free.

It’s a loading of dice.

No thinking twice.

But, they threw it, yelling…

Bring me every damn ace anten!

Barry Williams

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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