if green is the age of the tap water flow, why of all the colors does green mean go?
if river is dead and silver is slow, what does it mean that green men throw their bodies at the gaudy-dressed partygoin hoes, who say “uh i dunno, why’s green mean go?”
green, gren period periods the //// green period puncuates the sentient sentence! god, aren’t you just sentenced to death? all sentenced up. pretentious and sensuous, sentenced to sentience. relentlessly i paint fling paint at fling farmers whose walls were well whitewashed when we walked with wizardly warblers, winning wars BUT not gooses.
this is the kinda garbage you gotta put up with when listning to “artisis” “artists” talk about “arts”, whose blood is purely red with no green that ever poked its antenna in a vein. in that vein. in vain. just painful, ain it? so what we wanna worship now, turn to channel 54 in your textbooks. trees are fallin cuz they pansies. can’t handle a chainsaw they say. survival of the fittest they say. no evolution they say. make up your mind.