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Epigraph by Enoch Penn Yobright

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"##JELLY HALO EPIGRAPH"

a poem by Enoch Penn Yobright

 

Everybody wants a jelly halo.  Jelly halo is the ultimate epigraph.  Jelly halo is the oldest asymptote.  Jelly halo is genuine satisfaction, the hole not filled by drugs and sex is filled by jelly halo. Jelly halo is the crown of all unachievable kinghoods and queenhoods.  Jelly halo is the self releasing into the fuzzy belly of love.  The “O” in jelly halo stands for orgasm, or rather, orgasm stands for jelly halo.  It is the jelly halo that binds us and decides for us. It is the great mind of all mankind.  It is good that is nothing and so binds us according to our universal, undying rejection of reason.

 

Jelly halo lies in the darkest realm of all mankind, yet in the eternal light that shines in everyone.  It can bring you sight out of the dark realm it probably dragged you into.  Jelly halo is is is is is is is Ketchup and fries and demon spies, cries, lies … highs to his.  Helly Jalo thump; thump, thump, thump BANG.  Smush pine, pull vine.  Circa of time.

Jelly halo is nothing, it doesn’t go to this school.  Jelly Halo, the world, the Time enduring between Time and Void, to love until love become hate, Jelly Halo the unloving life of fatal paradox. Jelly halo is always next, jelly halo was never there.  Jelly Halo is the essence of time and speace, in an everlasting paradoxical interregnum.  Jelly Whalo is, but doesn’t want to be.  Jelly Halo is the heart that never breaks.  Rorschach’s back.  GAH!! Growl! Meow! Helly Jalo BLAH OLAJ spinning.  Is you, is me, is gay bondage.  Jelly Halo looking for you Harder than you’re looking for it.

Hunting you down to make you Jelly Halo’s bitch.

Jelly Whalo is the little paper fragment fallen from aged bookworm feasts.  Eater alive.  The Jelly Halo hellos the peanut butter bars poisoning my heart.  Jelly Halo is that which we must never no. Jelly H alo runs wildly with the wolves tearing away at the very meat of knowledge.  Helly Jalo se se puede. No mi importante loca has.  It was light out.  Very light.  Blinding.  Suppressing.  DAMN IT!! Pirates, Ninjas, Jedi.  All dead.  Line.  Look.  BALLS.  You are the Jelly Halo.  The Jelly Halo can NEVER be you!  However, you are the influence of Jelly Halo.  And Jelly Halo is the influence of you.  Jelly Halo is high in cholesterol.  Jelly Halo is what you get after you kill the final optional boss but is just useless.  Jelly Halo is a punch in the groin BALLS.  Jelly Halo cannot be, as it is the sum of all things that are not, and so is futility incarnate debunking the love-lorn fairy-tale modern meaning corporeal idiocy as in the search for purple martians in the psychedelic musings of the sky flying saucers lift the soul into the dusty night sitting in a pontificating puddle of sunshine, Jelly Halo.  

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