NormBeggar's Belief (2005)
Yes there I go again, when I say god I really mean that great pattern you’ll often hear me prattle on about. Our pattern who art mysterious and the great originator of the great and wretched race that I see everywhere I go and I go nowhere. If I took my vitamins, exercised and took a little sun a cripple I surely would not be but this is only my mentality that could be shared.
On arriving at my destination my point of departure I had a nap but awoke after a couple of eggs to a voice “Turn on the Television” the voice said as I scraped myself out of bed, the life of a TV cowboy is not easy I said to him, I made myself to the viewing facility. I turned on the television and settled into my seating facility well prepared as always for some stimulating electronic messages in a box. “You belong here” came the voice from inside my head. Jackaroo style holding bullwhip and stubby I flung my chaps across the bed; it was time to sleep was the directive from above.
Freedom must be an illusion because it implies infinity was the thinking behind my outlandish antics. I’d read further into it except that my concentration is of the flightless Galapagos bird variety. Thank god for advertisements on television were the words of my pastor. He was a TV evangelist. So I set about some more geometrical tasks, as assigned to me by the teacher and I thought commas create tone.
On arriving at my destination my point of departure I had a nap but awoke after a couple of eggs to a voice “Turn on the Television” the voice said as I scraped myself out of bed, the life of a TV cowboy is not easy I said to him, I made myself to the viewing facility. I turned on the television and settled into my seating facility well prepared as always for some stimulating electronic messages in a box. “You belong here” came the voice from inside my head. Jackaroo style holding bullwhip and stubby I flung my chaps across the bed; it was time to sleep was the directive from above.
Freedom must be an illusion because it implies infinity was the thinking behind my outlandish antics. I’d read further into it except that my concentration is of the flightless Galapagos bird variety. Thank god for advertisements on television were the words of my pastor. He was a TV evangelist. So I set about some more geometrical tasks, as assigned to me by the teacher and I thought commas create tone.
