The bloody knight
with the long, wet hair
brings an aeon of misery,
and bubbles full of stars.

The curtain, the heavy curtain,
I’ll bless you with the curtain,
I am the curtain.

Like a curtain of love
he seduces the boys
dressed in blue satin.

Let the bull surrender
in the early morning;
let the kitten weep
in its long, wet fur.

One Comment

  1. Lobsang Rampa says:

    The science today has prostituted itself to either a governmental, military or a commercial proprietor; sadly therefore science has to do what it’s told and not what it should be doing.

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