08-26-2017, 02:52 AM
This poem is from what I'm putting together to publish in two sections called The Wonderful World of Boredom / Drunken Messages. And works fully and perfectly in context. You have to know the context like you have to know the code. And the code is having, or haven, read the book as a whole. I assume when the book exists the code will miraculously, idealistically exist. Like history. And until then, this is posts on a criticism forum. And I welcome this and that like I welcome time.

