wooden wallpaper cafe

this is a long road to the same starting point, ashes to wine, earth to blood, mixing mixing mixing inept cauldrons heavy swirls, deep processes of undulating pioneers the beginning of behavior bred in a turkish coffee cup, researching the western ideal of dying in a clothing store without religion without blinding the individual curious curious animals without rightness who are you with all your knives and your uncut tomatoes, you sit by the cows all afternoon and count the thread pattern of the barnyard pastures, and you never have good things to say about the cynicism of ants, they've survived this long with the heat of two drunks sipping sangria in the corner of the cafe, spitting their laughter like hyenas, with the sympathy of a volcano in polynesia, they know nothing of the receding horizon, nothing of the sun without its shine, who would you bring if you could neuter the situation altogether? The arabian princess finds her belly dancing in her genetic code on with the double helix traces in the burning sand, the soft wrapping of dissection around a lilting square, bad mouth tastes before the beer garden oasis, what scale do they teach the monsters to terrorize the children. you are nothing but a secret, a question of envy. no substance, no bitching.