baabaa black sheep

They all just sat there and glared. Unseeing and perverse in their moral judments. Anticipating and participating in only the uttlerly banal.. oh you good good sheep.  If your so good why do you let yourself be led such a bad shepherd?  Confronted by a dreamer living in the future you sit back and glare.  Like sheep. BAaabaaabaabaabaabaabaabaaabaabaabaabaabaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabbbbabababbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb

Ignorance is bliss.  Little brains need little thoughts. Insights of infinite magnitude terrify your woolly souls. Fucking sheep fucking sheep why do you always ignore me?

There they all sat. he at the front on the medieval hill staring out over the peasant town with gay abandon. A vanquished dreamer who was once their leader lay motionless, demoralised by failure of the commonpeople to heed the tyrants mad warnings.

He lulled in the verdant green brook like John Keats on heroin dying to make contact with popular minds. The sheep whisper " hes too dark.  hes too upsetting.  hes so flipping immoral"

Finally acknowleding ther utter futility of spiritualising the retarded. he turns to the chestnut cow and screams " ignorance is bliss" chestnut cow concurs and continues to chew the oh so green grass.

He thinks back on his time as a foetus in the sunlit womb. Putting out his foetal finger as a non human to touch the sun.  The sleepy warmth fills his head with toxic dreams of the horrors that are to come when he must leave this sunny pool and face the derelict sheep who are so stupid and sallow like the feilds." 

times up the tv is on again