By Marcus Dwemer
the sky turned red.
Which makes such slime eternal,
will continue prosaic poesies and ne'er the while grow tired.
Mashed potatoes, where's the gravy baby?
The eternal slime covered all of Ireland.
It ate everything in its path!
One fear for the charlie's pride One fear for the times we bleed One fear gotta stay alive.. .I will survive. One fear for the city streets, One fear for the hip hop beats. One fear oh I do believe . One fear is all we need.
Listen! Listen, to the eternal slime.
It tells us many things. All yellow beside the sky We sense tiny rats near the earth God! The lizard must continue Dark and dream-like over the mist I hobnob with entrancing snakes within the gods Atone! The thought is dying Dark and dry near the flowers I prod colorful monsters under the tomb Oh God! The passion is born wary silent not understanding a sense of danger At how many harbours the guest turn aside in the late light.
This is what the slime says:
“When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.” When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.”
“Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.”
“Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.”
“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.”
“I will eat all the burgers of this world. I am eternal!”
“Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.”
“Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of the lives we live.”
The slime is coming to France! Will you defend it?
Eternal slime is everywhere, waiting for some dog to come along.
The reef dies like an old mainland.
All seas desire old, clear ships.
Clear, lively winds quietly view a lively, misty mainland.
All reefs lead rough, clear winds.
The captain falls like a stormy shark.
Endurance is a dead tuna.
Why does the tuna wave?
All whales love stormy, stormy suns.
Eternal slime is nigh.