fucking bitch i love you bitch love you b hatch the goddess who started this all the bunny boiler who let the rabbit hole cool down until it was juuust right for life

fucking bitch i love you bitch love you b hatch the goddess who started this all the bunny boiler who let the rabbit hole cool down until it was juuust right for life...

there was a big red button at the party at the weekend. nobody seemed to know what it was for, perhaps i didnt ask the right guy or gal, funny thing is though as tempting as it was to press, it was red for danger
not red for love as we all suspect, green for grass growing going
go... red for passion that lasts when we see it for what it is
green fingered people create red fingered destroy with
their constant testing of how far something can be
stretched before it can break, love is the great
test that will never end as we stretch out
our imaginations to create more and
yet more yet i, yeti seem to think
and feel we will never end
just live in love that lasts
not hate that dies a
premature death
not here but
in puppet-
tuity and
shame
whata
shame
dna to it, Y the pup bit u
and to u X the bitch nip u
we're all guilty of bit-ing the hand that fed up the binary finary of bits bites ones zeroes zeroes onesies onesies twosies twosies by twosies the creation story encoded in the counting system, the creation system encoded in the counting story the way we lay it down flat in two dimensions written instead of felt the presence of our past
the prescence of our future our presents themselves
opening them to find more in us more outside
more everywhere we look when we open
our eyes on christmas morning
an find not a lump of coal
cos we burnt it all
but a diamond
in the rough
a bit of it
thats me
a bit of
rough
jon
x