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Timur is Confused
Photog by Peter Vidani
Made for Tumblr
Stuff Happened

He or she is present
and emerges in an
impressive scene so it
travels with you, don’t
forget it.
We could do this sort of the
other way around, so the
echoes travel, and don’t fall
off trees like an apple,
much more oblique and
meditative based, like a
childhood scene stuck in
the head, with a different
impulse, it could have been
called stars, in context of
a gigantic redwood tree, then
are you not lead to think of
axes? That’s what the whole
thing rests on, for one thing
it’s not hidden, it’s maintained
in the way words work as
they make a ring in imagistic
territory, shifting gears like mad.

The Congregation

The systematic synchronization of cell phone users
will avert all chemical traces of bastard children
who use money to avert successful enterprise,
cried the monkey at the podium
to an audience of apes,
who thus responded with
an array of unintelligible sounds,
as many stood up to leave, one
approached the stage
and whispered through a megaphone,
fuck you blinded monkey man
history unveiled the loops of time
and yet you propel the turbines
you rotten scoundrel
your lies
blatantly disregard the reality
of our situation
and I hope your children will not live to see
the world you envision.
At which point the monkey at the podium
threw up all over his khakis
and went into a seizure on
the wooden floor. One
ape in the back
sat down
and prayed that
this was a practical joke
as the monkey gargled and choked for hours.

Ringing and Cloudy

permeating pulsating pounding
perpetrating pounding it whispers to the
grounded dividing and sounding insane
it fills the membranes curtailed and
dumbfounded by the sounds of  clarity
screaming loudly the soul stumbles
regaining a common pound of rattles
inside me and whispers you’ve found
me you’ve found me and then dies
trying to seek the freedom of shaking
leaves on trees and quiet surroundings.

Me Being Gay

It’s only okay
that we see a bit of rain today
but May should bring some flowers.

Sunday Morning Lecture

Corporal evil
where see progress
see no one being happy
sort of role of reason
religion throughout
to play out to a point,
Chew Stones In Mouth.

Dialectic Diametric

German society’s a frickin’ mess
there’s an admiral being executed
with a cavalier attitude
and the french are wiped out
of the ocean throughout.
From our period of time
the judge of hell, is written
as an insult, to be speared with wit,
the venetian noble should have
the good life,
turns out to be miserable,
first of all he lives with everything,
but gets bored with noble women,
so he surrounds himself with books,
undermining theology.

Question of the Day

Do these buildings inherently signify holes?

Feliz Navidad

Like, she doesn’t smell that bad
(all this mom wants is
one big happy family)
I gave all of Rosy’s cool things to the mice,
Do you feed her sunflower seeds?
Yea there’s sun flowers,
The mice, no shit, eat way more than the hamster,
I don’t like them, I mean, I do,
The mice?
Fuckin’, they’re so weird,
(Hey, hi)
Orange, that’s cool,
Yea she’s cool,
The other ones cool
I have to feed them to my snakes I feel bad,
I was gonna get a snake and feed it these too
God they stink
I don’t know why they stink so bad
She’s kinda fat,
She is,
Isn’t she?
Is it just me or does she seem fat?
She does
She’s like vibrating,
Probably shaking
Disgusting,
My snakes not big enough to feed them,
These aren’t baby mice though,
Yea they’re the adult ones,
Yea these,
I mean I feel like an asshole but
I dunno they just smell so bad
Disgusting,
It happens,
Huh?
I said yea that happens though,
What?
They do that,
Do what?
Smell bad
Yea.

All Growed Up

Today i tripped
over my shoes,
got up
and sang the blues,
they came out purple…
I can’t even be sad right.

my butt's all red from the paddle

cranky? Then spank me,
hear me float,
burgers
and sandwiches
and bagels
and pork,
the storks
that carried your
children
must have fucked up
because your child
is retarded as fuck,
isn’t he?
how could you tell?
you piece of shit,
your brain
is like a murder scene,
that is, a taped of area
with something dead inside,
it doesn’t seem you understand
Mr. Hatred,
Get a mop
and clean out your
mother’s nasty vagina.