LIFE AND DEATH ARE FANCY DANCERS Pen an Ink. © Dec 8th 2011. By Leighton Kelly     •    we are walking orgies. we are graveyards under the sun. we are vehicles and we are lonely passengers. we are mad kings and queens in empty castles. we are a multitude. we are one thing. we are no thing. we got a lot going on. we so crazy. in side us all, without us even being aware, there is massive reproduction. a crazy hot steamy bathhouse of hot rejuvenation pushing away the dead cells of those who have just had too much. dust mites worship us and beg for more snacks. we sit behind our eyes looking out in a big sexy body at other vehicles all. ” yo, baby! you wanna ride on this limo? its a convertible! (foreskin joke)” we all got a ticket to ride from the nether realms and the party is CRAAAZY so much so that if you need a break there aint no exit. just downtempo rooms at the back of the club. we ride the ride and we get off.  we get used to it. we remember how weird it is. we forget. we are not who we think we are. we are exactly who we think we are.  or are we? Answer: all you can eat buffet and bottomless mimosas behind the curtain at the end of the hall. WTVR!

LIFE AND DEATH ARE FANCY DANCERS

Pen an Ink. © Dec 8th 2011. By Leighton Kelly

    •    we are walking orgies. we are graveyards under the sun. we are vehicles and we are lonely passengers. we are mad kings and queens in empty castles. we are a multitude. we are one thing. we are no thing. we got a lot going on. we so crazy. in side us all, without us even being aware, there is massive reproduction. a crazy hot steamy bathhouse of hot rejuvenation pushing away the dead cells of those who have just had too much. dust mites worship us and beg for more snacks. we sit behind our eyes looking out in a big sexy body at other vehicles all. ” yo, baby! you wanna ride on this limo? its a convertible! (foreskin joke)” we all got a ticket to ride from the nether realms and the party is CRAAAZY so much so that if you need a break there aint no exit. just downtempo rooms at the back of the club. we ride the ride and we get off.  we get used to it. we remember how weird it is. we forget. we are not who we think we are. we are exactly who we think we are.  or are we? Answer: all you can eat buffet and bottomless mimosas behind the curtain at the end of the hall. WTVR!