Its $15/lb here.



Ode to a bull shit ufo tv show

Old Franz heard ufo signals
He heard it on his radio
The one that he had invented
People thought he flipped his wignal

The I that can't see itself thinks
wordless thoughts that flow down the sink
Waves murmur melodies of "we"
Sometimes it shares secrets with me.

The blind may hear more than most souls.
The wordless see more than you're told
Like a blurred smear of future past
Some see through time that ever lasts.

We have abilities unknown
To transmit though space you can't see
So stop making fun of Tesla
Everything you use he conceived.