August 2010
1 post
Listen here, I tell you story
Listen here, I tell you story deep inside my heart and glory. There once was girl, was very pretty, soon, they say, she look like mother. She wear jeans and shirt with Minnie Mouse, she walk to school in morning with a sweater. Then one night on her seventh birthday, she look at full moon out her window. She imagine wedding, husband, and spending life together. Then she get up, close curtains, and...
July 2010
2 posts
Sit dopwn sjut yp
dont u wish u were like me a hundred degrees im free from so many lanky fleas of souls so liquid is old so old is freeloading im riding on fours im a dog on ahorse with whips for a mothers and sins for a father im ridiculous in my pedigree im shining alive in my cemetary forever iold in a story folded im sheilded like a memory of war, im untold like a rape im hidden like a thought of suicidal...
April 2010
1 post
being tried for embesszzmemt
February 2010
2 posts
Awful smelling yeast
mix a cup of water with the dance of death, stir occasionally, sometimes go in depths, never listen, cry big spheres of tears, and in conversations attempt to sound clever. Bicker brains apart, brand everything you can touch, be that cat that pisses so much like heartbeats frequent like that disease on TV where a man fleas a film screening to go screaming down the hall for a urinal or a bathroom...
Cure 4 Cancer
the cure for cancer “yo dawg I heard yo dick gets bigga in heaven” Don’t assume people are idiots unless it’s the only conclusion left by the evidence. hope in death? despair is getting to the point where death is your only hope and you cant die. buy trail mix…$
January 2010
8 posts
All that good stuff
Home is i dunno what the fuck a place in my head that remembers buildings, an umbrella from acid rain, hallways filled with boring journeys from the kitched to the mattress where i can’t fall asleep, and then drink some wine and write garbled bullshit that i assign literary qualities and existential meaning to so i can feel better about my life, no, home died when i was five, celebrating a...
emic
Engage in self destructive warfare on your marks get set go.
ken u sayz u hear da muzik?
Doppler radar its the cure of the ages it is garden of eden style away with the cages a metaphor on the pages of books that means come on share my pain ill spread it to you breath it in and believe in it for a day or two might as well right? what else do you have to do? besides maybe take a shit or clean your house or your car or go online and think about yourself why not watch some porn see some...
encampment arousal
heart held in front pores are gaping in a mess of celestial crescents escaping his chest life deepened down past a mess in his head blessed with a mind so depressed sorry cyst of unwelcome happiness but his hands are being caressed head is held against her chest is tight against her chest is against her breasts outside past mesh sounds settle on a symphony of lovers lust protected against itching...
Let the Sun slowly
hell is not deep not lava not red hell is in my head up and down hell is lying in bed with a compressed skull hell is fed up with itself share me it says you are being selfish spread me it says you are riding on a death trip anyway, i will keep you to myself hell you’re mine now, just try to get away, how does it feel hell? you won’t escape not from my hands at least ill hold on tight,...
Shadows Everywhere
This bee is buzzing by my ears like it wants to kill me, alternating left and right screaming into both sides, wishing so desperately it could infest my head, but no, I’m sorry, you FUCKING BEE, you’re doomed to only fill one ear at a time, and whichever side you leave, the wind fills, as it blows through the trees, and the cars fill as they stop and go at a stop sign, and the sirens...
Where are all the birds
hint at it, not so much achieve go and glance at it, drop some self containing sparks of it secretly stir into coffee drink a cup of it, did you stop and think to try and digest it? confession: im currently repressing every thought of it, and in return, it spills its sickness burns a hole into weakness so the blisters simmer and grow, and pop synchronized with every silent sunrise.
December 2009
30 posts
MaCHIN E gun CULT
yellow talons searing and dismembering the flesh of a body laying face down in a coffin, what was once a man, his body was often used for sacrifice but he survived multiple times, continued “alive” searching for his spine, in a large reddened tub built from barks of amazonian trees, they were to hold his spirit contained, others buzzing like frantic bumblebees, he would bob his head...
A golden Bathtub
The fart i pushed out my asshole escaped with force, it vibrated the couch, and most likely stank up the air under my pink in support of breast cancer snuggie, wow that was loud, i imagine what my buttcheeks would have looked like if captured with a slow motion camera, i assume they would be flapping immensely, like a fat woman getting punched in her lard filled tits. Mickey D’s, I’m...
Rootz
rely i have to must i not nowhere near the amount i feel is needed and so i give credence to resting in bed dreaming awake and awake, thinking repeated until my thoughts relieved of human life can and will always be cherished.
There exists a gap
draggggg onn o please o life o fuck oh u! oh so simple ohsonot unknown don’t worry soul, we have time.
MoringRitnual
slice, erup[t, gushing forth\ fro)(th, bubbles contain intense amounts of cyanide XX dissolve dissolve, dither dangle, dilapitiated, dilated shakles of creation—-stuck in considerably constant changes adapt react revolve round creakingwaterloggedwooden stages, of, ecstacy, of, stages,of, resting, interbreeding, and, despising, how alive iWould feel burning in a pool of lava.
Blessed With Cradles
bury me hunched over, pouring buckets worth of flowing ether into my mouth, so that my tongue may taste on life. your penetrating heat drains in spirals down my white, hard, throat. asphyxiating. dehydrating. tree of life. you sprouted from a seed encased in dark star stuff, boisterous dust, harbinger of bites, you yourself have sprouted gods from your molten roots, let me look at you alive, I...
Tribal Masturbation
roller coaster screaeeeamamamam watch out man! its the biggest droo ppp holy fuck that aaa tturnn turn aahhhhh ohhh shitttttt fuucucuccckkkk fhew fhew fhew breath in ma n breath tinnn ahahhaaahhhhhhhh holy fucccckk i thought that last one was oh shit im dead …..hmm what’s it gonna be heaven or hell? ooohh hell yea heaven damn i wonder what jesus is like in person\ ??? ??? ??? damn...
there is such thing everyone lucky
the words are as themselves the ones that speak sitting on shelfs engulfed in reader writer something relationship that bores so easily sometimes yet inspires eyes and ears and monkey rears that are so red you think they will blow up the sun with their epic heatness kablammm!!! the sun is gone it is a speck of dust in universe gods domain one of his surprises to man like that time one lady went...
+ morning wood = aahhh
here are cats blinking, cute and tired with smiles shaking one another out of bed snuggled in feathers, in morning thought, they want to go back to dreams, so much energy, jumping in fields for the sake of jumping stomping on flowers, that do not feel pain as if bleeding fed the hungry, like self mutilation fixed marriages, like rape was a childhood dream, like manic schizophrenic bipolar...
Seated Between Humans
it’s constant static in chambers of my head of electrically charged dissonance i’d much rather be dead instead… jus’ playin’ y’all, i’m actually feelin’ pretty good tonight, it’s kinda’ nice.
Playground aggrevation
I dug out spiders, roughly from the sand, a parcel underneath the playground’s lands, in the sunbathed mathematic material tragic, still unaware of the drain that filters pain becoming manic, witnessing deliberately wasted dead red foxes, sending signals of heaven from the bottom of sewer pipes the light shining from inside speaks of magic, sparkle dust mimicking life, it too was stuck in...
Playground Sound Meditation
I dug out spiders, roughly from the sand, a parcel underneath the playground’s lands, I need it, me just to know how cold it is when there is snow, in the sunbathed mathematic material tragic, what world have you astrally projected the drain that filters pain? that troubled life force of yours becoming manic, Lingering burnt hair witnessing deliberately wasted selfishly empty mind stare,...
Drunk motherfuckes chase and kyler
pretty abrupt my life gives me a chance to begin theres too much and thats the beginning of the graves ill leave it at that its cold in your house now isnt it i was asking a question dont speak ill type it i knew it shit if he ha hah ahahahaha stop. I knew you wouldnt do that i knew it knew it i knew it but i knew you had to blow it because dolla dolla bill yall oh man seriously ghost writer its a...
Nice and drowsy
this that whatever how is that the sweater made of hemp sew together help the end to end and the start to begin in flashes personal masochistic synchronized dangerous the colonal in white leather pleather blouses shadows of drowsy mice and cries of houses wolf blown apart bricks and straw and wood and should have could have would have were it not for apperitions of ghost like figures in linen...
“The difference between the right word and the nearly right word is the...”
– Hunter S. Thompson
WHat Do I caLL this??
Your brain has been searching all shall be free inside your brain for your brain who is he to see trying so desperately to erase value, worth, the stains left by past expeditions in anything / blind as the last all the 2nd hand visions that dimmed light / the 3rd hand limits tell me, who has locked away you, to understanding? It is the dawn of the newest man to find the key to sunsets strained by...
Hated this discovery
Your brain has been searching
Inside your brain for your brain
Trying so desperately to erase
The stains left by past expeditions
All the 2nd hand visions
And 3rd hand limits
To understanding
It is the dawn of the
Newest man
Sunset strained by nervous
Descents into darkness
It is the morning of
The beautiful
Tides have grown and
Fallen silently
Knowing their noise
Could cause an...
Perish Sideways Timewalk
Hello mother jungle
rise from that tired skin
your hair is nappy
peel away
the doubted layers within
Trance Shake me
Dance Under the tepid leaves
Lay to rest Your breathing
A dozen carcasses thrown over
your barren knees
a boxed buried rose
are falling rivers
waters in the mountains
People of the jungle
live today as the last
in the nose of fire
not to let the future past
those...
sideways walk
Hello mother jungle
Your hair is nappy
Wake me from my slumber
Shake me
Under the tepid leaves
Your breathing
Your barren knees
Are falling rivers
Waters in the mountains
People of the jungle
In the nose of fire
Those who know of
Spirals in the stars
The far off martyrs
In the eyes
Bent forward
Skeleton disguise
The missing teeth
They beg for gums
Only by a sudden
Change of luck
would they be...
Honest Tooth Calamity
Crevices hold The truth that day, poisonous mold was like indivudual nylon strands of spider’s web, bodies devoured, brushes and showered, emitting a light show in each filiment, Win, a high held chin it is my turn signal grin non sparingly, strewn across the room spilling into every corner these morsels intake, Oh, what taste alive with electrical decay, chit chattering my teeth, Such dull gums...
Truth from the Tooth
The truth that day was like indivudual nylon strands of spider’s web emitting a light show in each filiment non sparingly strewn across the room spilling into every creviced corner alive with electrical decay, chit chattering my teeth past repetitive arrangments of up down strokes, until the sparrows clawed away at the flesh on my face and dug their claws between my teeth.
Listen close faggots, this is how your rock the...
4 tags
Cookies
hung, the bunny swings, aloft, the bunny sings, stupefied, the bunny twitches, humbled, the bunny mumbles, hooked up to a thousand sizzling miles of electrocution, the bunny shakes, strapped to nails bleeding metal into organs, the bunny groans, alive no more. parts dismembered then slowly dipped and white coat stained in coffee, and eaten with breakfast.
1 tag
It's cool, I'm just gonna sit on this rock thing:)
Cold wind circles past the trees and sweeps the leaves, now dispersed into a pleading wisp of yellow and brown with orange in between, revealing you, your hair grown long and pink, your eyes so focused past me, the shadow they cast is blasting open the sky, softly letting the light drop between the oaks like rain, it harasses the ground drowning out its pain with flowers, sprouting vibrancy that...
Grbrt
S tained windowsills from ashes - a M cdonalds M cRib is a milestone - smoking pot that tastes like g rass from g lass - then going through packs and playing videogames - so into it that hunched in front of the T Vscreen we look like little kids.
5 tags
The Path to the Forest of Whores
I refused to let them in my hiding closet, the one i discovered in the dark, and when they persisted i responded selfishly, but in my defense i was scared of monsters.
Itch in my ear
How did it happen to evolve that time went with me unsolved and yet made sense like nothing else when it promised salvation which created complicated situations that i fail to understand like fan mail to an undeserving stranger, but like Ahmed said, there’s always a bright side ting and yang. I will not forgive you for your spelling error. Tang! It’s a kick in the glass! I’m...
Oh what pious lights do greet me!
is it time for a new one again a hen in a cupboard to be let out in the summer months like crutches supporting dead weight and no escape plan like Alcatraz when its heated war cries have been depleted and all enemies have at last been defeated what a glorious day in our kingdom the favorites of a god that laughs at baby deaths when the mothers are whores with nasty esteedee spores like the shores...
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,...
5 tags
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...
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...
November 2009
26 posts
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,...
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...