'Steal a little and they throw you in jail, steal a lot and they make you KING'…
'it's that time of year, watch out for the squirrels they'll steal your nuts, and everybody's nuts'….'then, as nuts as it may seem, they’ll honour the King with almost all the nuts' and that's just plain nuts.
Two quotes, one Bob Dylan borrowed and one created by Patrick Wey…..everything's related/nuts.
Up ahead the past is rearranging itself, changing history, creating reflections moving into one another through realities dispersing across the heavens like true illusions do. I stumbled in here half awake saw two jabbed nights in armour walking. There was differences strangling but others were not going that well, turned in mid street and headed north. There was confusion everywhere, time standing still, moving fast, shuffling about turning inwards, out, going painfully slow and then the bang came, explosion of minds everywhere, truth sliding out the back and the main world forced itself to more disaster, more twisted logic forming foam in the mouth and disease. I left again and again until i was gone for good.
I've had it up to there with the truth of the pandemic, the hypnotic crowd theories, the plan, and agendas, the short long scriptures of scenes of things to come, things done, things hidden, things lied, stuff and data and evidence………i get it, pass the bottle, get me out of here…oh i see a speck of light for a generation or two down the road; where's the hammer, a joint, some enlightenment a long sleep a trip across to nowhere. That's where i'm headed, i've died enough, centuries of despair and false hope lying in the ditch across the heavens. That's it and as i turned, suddenly there was light inside and thru-out the avenues. I threw these words across some sweltering walls and walked straight out into the streets, streets lined with love, sweet smelling fragrance and dreams raining into the day warm and tender. Little paragraphs of hope whistling across the plains with focus blurred by needs, we walked.
Writing and Images by Patrick Wey / WeyWord Times
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