Hugh Doolan & Zak "ill sheep" by zak zarapantão published on 2012/01/07 19:46:12 +0000 Ill Sheep by Hugh Doolan read by Hugh Doolan In wandering tones I do hone to the outsider inside of me getting Him out means delving in; Only straits like Magellan's face me head on; clear, as though having no possible entry, the levers on fulcrum of stubborn entity thrive on and attach staple diet, quiet stillness; an uproariousness; dribbled into shift-silted crumbs. By way of seeing through this pierced page I stitch and sew what is stacking up; lack-lustre cups, poised to tumble through pane of glass-eyed rage, behind. That is how you feel when content with vice and indulgent twists of the arm; yet required and committed, by surroundedly swathed troops to descend the hills from scary heights, sights and sounds allow themselves be swallowed up, as air by speed. counterfeit emotion - loss, as never before lost. Saviours of rocked out bravery counter divils-of-dervishness stocked up to the eyeballs in sufi reverie. Continuously flex genuineness as a normal muscle- dont give it steroids! blow up bloat out horse shit one hears from designer drunks in-zootified over-flexed and emphasized Just bleet as sheep heard on hill Shepherd is coming to take care of all ills.