New York Jizz Department

Goodbye, World. Goodbye, Sister. Goodbye, Socks. Goodbye, April. Goodbye, Mister Shaw. Goodbye, Mister Hazard. Goodbye, Earth. Goodbye, Moon. Goodbye, Mister Kind. Goodbye, Bird Man. Goodbye, Sunlight. Goodbye, My Beloved Mother Fucker. Goodbye, My Fellow Anarchists. Goodbye, Rock Star. Goodbye, Mister Vhee. The Morgan. And The Pricetag. Goodbye. Farewell. All of you mean the world to me. I light The LSD Candle, and I will soon leave behind, This World. I approach ever closer to The Towering Castle, that is hidden deeply in, The Foreverdark Woods. The Castle, In My Dreams. The Reverberating, Captivating, Voice. From The Tower, I Embark. All that I know, will turn to dust. And so, I embark. To return to the soil, beside the glorious outer walls of The Castle, will I come to Rest. Penniless. Nameless. Everlasting. The Giving Tree. Mother Calls. My Time, Has Come. Farewell.

Sister. Sister. Sister. My Sister. Please. Come to me, please. Attach The Leash, to my padded leather collar, please, take me for a walk in the park. I want to partake, of, your austerity. I want to partake, of, your serene beauty. I want to feel the delicate warmth of, your hand upon my cheeks. I want to hear the soothing sound of, your gentle voice. I am so coarse, so coarse around the edges. Sister. I want to sit with You, on the large hardwood bench, from rusty chain suspended, swinging on the expansive, wrap-around porch, torrential spring downpour, descends. Upon our land, beautiful land. Rusty chain suspends. I want to sit beside You, on the large swinging bench, torrential spring rain cascades, downward, in sheets. all else is quiet, rusty chain suspends. I want to feel, the delicate warmth of your articulate hands, as they shall wrap around mine. I am so raspy, and so coa...

The brainchild of the brainchild. The school that will never crumble, or fade. Mirror image of that which is s _h __a ___peless; and Formless, Colorless and Odorless. Fifty-two million bricks, and twenty-seven nooses; and one trillion trillion peanuts. The mouse that never died. They who work for peanuts. Feudal lord, eternally recursive conch shell. Falling. Spiraling. Sliding. Stopping. On A Dime. Without a sound. Perpetual motion ballet dancer, Daddy's Little Girl. Stop and Go. Spectacle of spectacles, Little sea of tentacles. One vision, one city, one trillion forks. Zero spoons, folded napkins; The Cesspool, Of Spaghetti. Tomato sauce, and ravioli. Diamond plate soup, the shepherd's crook. ###### https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Shepherds,_Chambal,_India.jpg https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/50/Shepherds%2C_Chambal%2C_India.jpg https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/User:Yann...