blistered souls

The never ending repetitive nature of these ruminations brings comfort to some blistered souls, like snot plastered on the window pane over a period of years and allowed to freeze, hues of green and the odd bit of smegmum. This of course is ripped directly off of frank zappa but what does he care, he's dead, and will be for a long time. It's warm outside and posting here is exhausting vital energies that could be directed with more vigor elsewhere