Why so disheveled? Vocabulary fall down? Can’t find any words to rhyme with ‘mound’? Self: It took only 5 good and likely friends to birth all of my hope, and an equal amount of acquaintances to destroy it. Suppose I that the good gray in people starves for either an A or E with no difference between them. Suppose that I just can’t give a fuck. Can’t.
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Fuck me dry and tear me silly big boy! Hogarth, like his father, was often subjected to periods of intense confusion as a child. His father screamed during any and all of his orgasms, and was a chronic masturbator at heart and hand. Of course, he still made drunken love to his wife on the rare occasion his mistress was out of town; while also making sure the occasion included for him ‘decent...
I guess I’ll write about how gym class in highschool is ending never, not soon. Maybe that’s where awkwardness was born for most of us. That, and a not-so-subtle urge to make sure the nocturne knife sharpenings stay around 45 degrees, moist, and yet unforgiving. Maybe that strange feel of knowing yr shirt is too tight and the flab is flopping for all to see, that Jon and Dylan and...
I just wanna dream up a realistic ideal. That would be ideal.
1. Powder blue sky-pixelated 2. Girl eats shards of glass, dreams: taut as blood 3. Warm afternoon rain; Uncorked Chianti 4. Dead triangles decay as inhuman geometry 5. That millisecond of eyes begin opening 6. Savant sharks of idiocy, watering their lawns 7. Hippie garb without all the connotations 8. Black sand, filling only what is needed. 9. Wisdom teeth, 1 mallet, many shards ...
One sick SOB under the harlot tree, there were thoughts. These thoughts made round glass tears tumble dry in the elevator shaft all the way down noiseless- because I’m deaf to my own creations. These thoughts turn the building upside down to avoid gravity splish-splashes of glass, but little does gravity know that it too is purely imaginary. and so that is how you turn a building ...
With Reason suspect, and Certainty in custody, it looks like the job is quite done. I hang up my matches and single-shot razor blades: tools of Drama for eventually the finest actors: all of us. Magnanimous. For we all go out into this world and pretend the train Isn’t 5 minutes late, that our co-workers aren’t total pieces of shit: fang’d existence is futile on poison’d g(l)®and earth. We...
Home and Lively
Yer tube-top screwin’ with my chewin’ daughter: Tobaccie the Spit flingers known as home tell me. Fine. I’m sure they will soon get the news: snap-backs are in, and Lady Gaga is still the shit. Confirmed. We’re all eating the same sugary spaghetti sauce, can and all, but it seems I’m the only one choking. I feel my tongue turn to ribbons. And go to the clearing field past the farm, quaking with...
Talking with my BFF
…And what is womyn to you? Is woman your creation? Do you only see them on the massage table, tits oiled up like you want them to be? BEGGING FOR it? Self: I see that something-o-daddy webhoster as prime spot, indeedy do- yes I do! Ego is charmed, distorted. Ego is nothing of my own, sags with corn syrup: stamped with company logos, a fuckery of ideals. Women are on marble base, they’re tit...
I smoked a joint this past Saturday And decided to write a philosophical treatise on The nature of ‘truth’. Around 6 pages in, after noting the works of Plato and Socrates were based on the notion of blind ideals, rather than objective truth, I noticed what I wrote made perfect Sense to me, was well written, and even slightly humorous: So I promptly deleted all of it. And I wrote: The...
The worst part about being arrogant is nevertheless knowing that you are better than almost everyone you meet. -Joseph Evan Slaadrr
They are complex entertainment spectacles that do not translate well online...– An NBC spokesperson, in a statement sent to the Wall Street Journal, on why the Olympic games would be made available in the United States via a tape delay instead of a live stream. NBC played up the importance of delivering context to its audience — context like explaining who Tim Berners-Lee is....
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thetargetbird: hookedonsemiotics: spacebaw: You also know, my love, the gray disease of our century, that makes us go on dying day by day, as though from the blue heights we'd loosed the ballast of our joy, and now the lightness sears the heart of us. Mild sentiment of a...
Things My Father Should Have Told Me But Did Not,...
Truth is so 1969 son. Stop searching for it. Find love. Love is a human construct, so just like humans, sometimes it makes no sense whatsoever, sometimes it is delightfully weird. And that’s quite fine. Whoever tells you love is serious, is a liar. I saw yesterday on tv, some woman in in love with the Berlin Wall. Well, she won’t have a lot of competition, that’s for...
James Franco: what kind of poetry do you write? is it about fucking any woman you want? being rich and famous beyond your wildest dreams? or maybe you’ll give us the illusion you worked your way up, that you’re a normal human being who deserves a chance like the rest of us. Well then, you won’t get it. Just like the rest of us.
I decided to actually go outside today Cops leer twice towards me, Bums know that I’m soft. Not naive. Just soft. Packin change boy, Obama style. And somehow somewhere in my Mind, a fever dream indigo awakens.
If I’m not already watching him, He’s for certain watching me. Beverly is ready and all edges/ears For about this doing can not be Undone. Shall maybe see again in some bar How well she warmed up to Truly yours, unending.
Ideal suicide being 1000 tea candles, and maybe me, Fading.