Iron April

Watch the iron robins sleep,

while the ocean bends and creaks.

Oil the trees and honey bees,

to carry on mechanically.

Through the molten centuries,

the world is weary of this pace.

The heavens, brass, seem ever pass,

by the cursed human race.

Hand me, then, the bloodborne key.

I've seen the green beyond the gate.

Reveal in me, the brilliancy,

while all creation groans and waits.

Romans 8:19-23

"For the earnest expectation of the creation eagerly waits for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it in hope; because the creation itself also will be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation groans and labors with birth pangs together until now."



Nos+gummy worms=enlightenment

About a week ago, we found a shoeless bum wandering on the side of the road. We thought he was cute and took him home. I think it helped that he was our cousin who had hitchhiked from Oregon to Kansas City as a surprise.
During his trip I introduced him to my way of life: nos and sour gummy worms. I have a vision to spread this across the world, until every person experiences the wonders of a sugar and caffeine induced high.
Process:

• Pretend to be a bird
• Open the Nos
• dip the worm
• eat the dipped worm and drink the nos simultaneously while imagining yourself to be in a jungle
• repeat