Monday, August 1, 2011

Counting My Trashiest Thoughts


"Counting My Trashiest Thoughts"


Popularity causes familiarity which breeds contempt.

There's no compliment one person can run by another like a flavorful favor.

It's hot down here!

All I need is a pitchfork to be "An American Gothic."

Seriously joshing you, "The Reichstag Is Burning!"

The Captain's lost contact with his crewmen.

Is life a problem's solution, a solution's problem, or neither?
Everybody is growing in despair.

Through my captivation, I find liberation.

You give love and it take away.

Love always supplies life.

Sunlight, keep my father's love away, so I may shed his saddest tears.

What am I?

God's ghost?

Need your love.

Love you God!


Love you, Jonathan Billet

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