Birthblog

Live to death.
Live to Hell.
Live out your mother out
Live til the blood squirts out.
Build a bridge,
And paint that portrait.
See Zimbabwe.
Go to the moon.
Fall over laughing,
Kill your inhibitions and all their friends.
Breathe the breeze,
Tell your friends.
Smile at your future.
Smile at your past.
Bake in the present.
Drink in deeply all around you the smiling deathdefying beauty of your true inner face all about your featureless surrounding environment.
Say ahhhh
This is it. Fall open your arms wide.
This is the bioblog. Welcome to the bakesale.

It ain't all pretty though.
There's death and fear of it.
There's loneliness and dreading of it.
There's sickness and angst of it.
There's killing and war and fucking bullshit.
Did you know that
Snake oil salesman
Are eager to suck you out from every pore.
Nope, it sure ain't all that pretty though.
The bioblog'll tell you all about that, what you already know.
But that's beauty though,
Through and through.
Funny how they never told me that,
How that beauty ain't all that pretty.

This is it. Fall open your arms wide.
This is the bioblog. Hear now our inside outside inside-outside.

In baking loving gratitude,
Jim "Jimmy" "the baker" Baker