welcome to nondevolpment

U dig? there is no change, it's all undergroun d radio, and the body
the body needing love and stuff and the lonesome dogs on the metro the skytrain rattles across the around the road side. remember my torn up papers? my collages that Christopher stole? that foolish man living in the repeat of his past.
so there the night goes, and what is the difference between this and your blog about Paradise Lost? Is there a Paradise Lost? Was Milton really a poet, so called? we question everything as it should be, cause we are the questioners, and they don't own our culture , our culture is outside,

you dig?

U love to dig


and dig the digging of the one line pome that crackles in the Viconian not Ciceronian summer of lovers flappers and crappers!
No lyric here ladies and gents just the butt of Satyr and