If you think I should care... Well... I... don’t care...
If you say goodbye, well I’ll ask why?
And when you say that life’s not fair, I say just how unfair?
When the world doesn’t revolve around you, you start to wonder and feel unsure.
And it’s all things that suck, happening at once.
Just pulling you in, and letting you go.
Chewing you up and spitting you out, it’s all things in life happening for sure, happening to make ya think.
Pay the price, won’t let you take your feet off the ground, hold in your tears make sure your acting real good, for all the things that mean nothing all the things that stand for truth it’s boiled, balled up so wickedly.
All things that suck coming to greet you....
All the things that are wrong coming for you, wanting to meet you!
Now you got me interested and got me integrated...into your mind.
You are so hard to find, I am lost...lost inside your mind.
How colorful your lust, to speak of trust...
Your body a finely sculpted bust...Your eyes are now covered in dust... ...bodies fallen to rust, mold and things that rot inside of you.
Our body's are so... integrated...
I find it hard to be separated from you and this connection we see through.
The chains that bond our crusted veins, and bottle our busted brains, the maggots inside you, and the flies it rains... yes it rains the flies, that covers our sighs.
a woven carpet withering on the field fruit age further flung, the dun of agents sheepish fetish Hand over hand the gifts the golfballs, the gopher
co-creators cretans pulling their hairs out our spirited Art, falling from the blue ceiling those who enter splattered with axwax doors spooling the cameras
I as pseudo-ripened burgeon..a sturgeon reeling
touched by destiny and destiny.. sharp as hooks
our minds while they speak...¿¡ are dumbed by the fractions
the great truth in that i found no chameleons in this poem may lend itself to the possibility that the chameleons are the perfect color for this verse. or maybe there simply are no chameleons. but why should I puzzle over a few wayward chameleons when the Lady doth hypnotize airplanes with fruits of the loom?
the great truth of chameleons in this poem the possibility that the chameleons are invisible the perfect color for this converse. or maybe there are invisible chameleons. but the puzzle over a few wayward invisible chameleons when the Lady is obviously not there either doth hypnotize airplanes Pelt them with fruits the loom of airplanes with chameleon pilots?
chamelionic: we know not of the leading across the day or what we follow what pray tell do they say they cannot see feel or touch and yet they say
oh, woven carpet we are but the minuscule the mites with pincers antennae I shall have to imagine antennnae I cannot see
the gifts are thus, the gifts are so fine but we weaving then seeing must leaving as is that altering is not
please, it is thus ordered alterations chameleonic....altering
speak of the possibilites....of the arts as they are.
(sigh...sentences of the tired)alt
Posted by alt on June 11, 2009 - Thursday - 5:11 AM [Reply to this]
Aaron Held
shame bionic: were knowing not of the leading across the day or what we follow for this converse................................................ or maybe there are invisible chameleon, every carpet has its flaw and therein its charm................................................................... what pray intelligibility that the chameleons are invisible the perfect color sons. hypnotize airplanes Pelt them with fruits but the puzzle over a few aw do they say Lady is obi.................... speak of the possibilities....of the arts as they are. they cannot see please, it is thus ordered........................... t h e great truth of alterations Chamberlain....altering (sigh...sentences of the tired)alt........................................................................ chameleons in this poem the loom of airplanes with chameleon pilots? the possibility invisible chameleons and yet they Say's we weaving then seeing must leaving when righteously not there either as is the gift inebriation altering is noon, woven carpet we are but the minuscule the mites with pincers ........................................................ ...................... I cannot see antes nail I shall have to imagine antennae doth are thus, the gifts are so.
a fated Friday behind 12 the possibilities converse fetish fruit as perfect puzzle linger on as June pays gifts to ZETE - under the shape of color fruit chameleons of lead cameras of wheels chameleon oh,ph, How the destiny of color's withering so this bionic June Comment's fated Post cries out loud: Hindi spirited i am behind truth I Czech [Reply] does truth hypnotize chameleons if i use pincers? hey, Kellett ?? that woven pseudo-ripened Lady with her fingers in the opulent Looms of destiny the co-creator of co-creators touched by unanswered gifts says: carpet1 says: language is a walrus the Pelt of chameleons touches the flame poem of opulent verse and becomes bionic: minuscule shadows wither on the leaded wire fractions of truth change color meet your destiny
The Armor. That tall suit of armor, standing powerful ...but Empty!
It's darkness within consuming.
The Armor's power stained and tarnished by the sacrifices made...
The armors eye's with black that washes away the bloodshed, erases the pain bled.
When the blood is spilled onto white sheets.
They will be burnt...
When the tears weep, down the pale cheeks.
They will be soaked up...
When the pride is cut off, into yellow sand.
It will be swept away...
All of this forgotten when written in the pages of a book.
"The image of strength and honor must be maintained!"
Because of this...
Those memoirs told ...forgotten.
Those painstaking hours of human grieve the defeat of the armor, bringing dishonor to it's name.
...All of this vanishing with each stroke of the pen, because the dead don't write the history books.
....But the armor has loss, and left shattered in the mist of History.
Where's my pen? Wheres the paper? I gotta jot this down. Wheres MY PEN? Wheres THE PAPER? Please don't let me forget. Wheres MY PEN!? Wheres THE PAPER!? I'm losing this thought.
Please don't let me forget this thought in my head.
It's fading fast and by the time I find my pen...it will be gone.
We need a comedian to brighten up the day...
The sun has gone away.. The sun has gone away..
We need a comedian to brighten the way....
We can't see anymore bump our legs in the dark just seeing darkened invisible sky.
The stars have gone away.. The stars have gone away..
We need a joker to brighten up the sky we need a joker that will open our eyes...
so that we can see and feel the warmth from the sun, just one more time.
By: Aaron Held
12.4.10 Cold Drem "I've got bones in my pocket and I don't know why." "I've got bugs in my lungs that don't want to die." "I've got these miniature guys in my eye's they make me get high."
"Oh Why Oh Why" I asked... Why have I got to spy?
Spy on the twirling gig figs, that sat on the rigs, the ones who washed the back of st. peter on a boiling heater, coasted in a coat of wet paint while defiling a saint chose to pick many horsed throats instead of one. finalized the chess game in a duel, now play the mule
Come on Press The Button. Press the Button. make haste While we still got time to waste.
The Yellow You would devour me, and then increase the violent waves, wave your hand say that it's okay.
You would feast upon this flesh you see, I'm dry and crumbling down...
"Watch your head because this building, this building is falling down."
You would cook me up and then you might leave me... burning inside, all alone watching my own death.
"Say watch your step because your stepping...your stepping on my head."
Leaving me as leftover's leaving me to die all alone watching my own death bleeding
a l l a r o u n d
...bleeding yellow blood.
It's like the flowers outside...
"There's always yellow flowers when something...when something dies."
A bird where I'm thinking...(deja vu)
There is a bird in this place that I'm thinking...
Yes where I was thinking...
I'm thinkin' about yesterday,
It felt so much like today...
And that bird it did sing and I believe that it sounded like the song,
the song it sung yesterday....
Yes it sounded much like yesterdays.
and that song it carried me away, the same way it did yesterday.
Yeah... this day it felt like yesterday....
Same place(Deja vu) I'm waiting for something but nothing ever comes,
I'm in the same place... same place as before!
I'm waiting for something to happen but nothing ever does
because I'm in the same place... same place as before!
I was walking in circles, biting at my own tail, walking up the same trail, following my own steps, looking in same spots, thinking of the same things, speaking all the same words, holding on to all the things I did before.
Because I'm in same place same place as before.
- ...lift a finger, say yes and yes and yes, lift a finger lift a finger look no further, look no further. look right out the door lift a finger, say yes and yes and yes, open this with one finger, say yes to linger say yes to fly, lift a finger lift no longer, say yes and look right and look no further. say yes, this and that, lift a finger say to this and that, look no further look to linger, say that which says this and that, say look and lift a finger, look no further look to linger, lift a finger...
Oooo, Oh Oh, Oh Ooooh, Yes say you'll do...
mind fine
You dine like your all fine, face flustered, eye's batted the stars away, you drifted like you never drifted before dreaming of another season with a chill that made the skeletons shiver.
Your fine but it's only the wine that's got you bobbed in a waste of your own a place of your own much like the mind inside of you, you got a nerve that resins black in your eye's blacken knee's from swaying.. swaying in the dirt.
You drink the wine and climb the vine inside your head, the many paths connecting giving you sighs from another lies, the parallels that got you swirled up in a bin, pressing empathy into a jaw.
You climb the vine to where you dine Everything in front of you is the painting on the wall so perfectly fitting for you a room of your own a place that makes the skeletons shiver.
"She's in your hand with grainy sand..."
When we see butterflies all in her eye's, you will not see tomorrow.
When she flutters her eye's you will seem surprised and she'll start to rise to sing our cries and then you will not see her tomorrow!
and there's all sudden gray, then there's all sudden gray...That statuette of death.
Fragment of Huh: One note of desire, a note.
Because you are a leaf, Or the other one.
Begging meek between two notes, To have courage like an elephant Or even mirror like a schizo.
But because you are another wow, An opened champagne bottle.
Between your courage and doubt, it's thinking ( I think.) concisely remarkable a fever in the air.
*Inspired by zzzete and her poem commentsss.
Eye's draining, ...and when you face that final tear, it will bleed and say something thats not worth... anything, ...anything at all.
When you face the final tear, when it falls, all thats left The mask facing you.
...When the mask is focused in view, you will not forget that face.
And when you face... that final tear... and when you face that final tear, you will look up to see... nothing at all in those eye's... right in front of you.
Those empty eye's, cold blood... not stirred, dripping from the inner heart.
When the tear finally drops and drips into it's puddle you will not forget that face, that mask that was still and transparent.
But when you face... that final tear... but when you face that final tear... you will not forget... The mask thats peering in on you, right in front of you.
Strange.. so.. strange.. You've got me rearranged.
Snap! your fingers it will not make you sing or tap to the beat.
Be aware of the stare got me in a place.
No escape Pressure in the neck let it go.
Pardon me that bull you gave me yesterday that wasn't my idea.
Your pleasant. Sooo, very pleasant.
Strange.. so.. strange.. it's a pain you got to snap! and then go away in the blink.
You've got a wink I can't deny.
The palace we worried about damp and poorly built.
Tempting tampers with your boots licking some entrails and building barriers.
No worries...
I've got you in my eye sight so very strange!
So strange how you occupy your time in the safe room your brain in a hand basket placed in the panic room.
Musics on and play dough modeling at sensible times.
How plain you are but strange boldly underlined in gold and goth, but pretty under the leaves.
Current mood: artistic Category: Art and Photography
Your eye's sell white sand burrow... underneath your flesh.
I examine your eye's, showing me... The last visual:
The sun was out for a moment but you couldn't stop to look, your eye's glued inna book.
Your eye's look like a lemming.
The moon was blinking rapidly like your eye's do when your lying.
I couldn't understand that swelling in the back... of your head.
Your eye's were selling looks...
from the back of your head.
When I looked away...
Your began to tear...
No clouds out today...
You began to look avoiding my eye's. But then you start to pray... and we swayed on the hilltop grazing with our bunny hop.
Playing with your eye's... You winked at me nonstop.
Your eye's roll back into you head... We cannot be sure if your dead.
Now you see an island, get away to that island...
Now you feel at home. Now you feel at home.
Finger's bobbing and weaving in and out of the spine, Worms swerving and curving in and out the rotted pine.
Now dreaming and teaming with hurting laughter, Depths of the thought bearer in and out of out dreams, Childhood lies floating down the streams.
Panic mentions... soft intentions... dwelling in the herd, that slow dying bird fading to static gray... letting the bones, smack... rattle... to the earth.
Feathers dropping like dust.
To still be... tumbling and twirling in flight.
To still be... blinded and fallen to plight.
How dull my screaming skull all dripping with honey money stuck to the bones stomach torn metals growing off the chest deranged-shroud walked around the streets picking off the weak, sea reopens doityourself in moldy chains, as you welcome the cranes.
all alone no nonsense in the ground this guys a bees nest had to lift these off my breast I'm surrounded with wigs.
Shaking.. rattling..
head
shivering...
Pain peeling, make it right.
Savior or pleasure slay in mind, slay in mind, sewn the slates.
Forget your plates, shame song, same day, different cold, different colors.
Separate room, from the outside, no window to, look out of...
Sickly fluttering chalk full'o'dust white chalky powdered winter wind.
Sucking blinking light flapping red eyes, Massive shaping wings that cloak over the white hairs then the wings rise with the sound of passing subway trains, stamping feet, a pigeon coos, white dust snowing over the pavement.
If you squint hard enough and react fast enough to see the scene of a moth-man glowing and growing paler in the red moon.
Grainy cartooned face that greived as the tape pulled from the VCR, he's got no one to scare that pants off of him, deserted and pushed through the mangy black teethed crowd as it's violent blood pussing worm holes pushing underneath him and pulling him under the that cold mud. Old man did wonder about that Ferris wheel, that it's burning witches and feral foot print "Oh answer me" spotted lepers in the main grounds, chilled casket sing alone with deceitful head turns with eye lashes plucked see no one marching, no one hoarding to the elements. hail simpleton over glasses of water rings of water to the edge of the smudged hand print that dirt snorted rhythm inside the vapor trail that bridge him in to that barricaded town. That town was flooded and over 'fun'ded with merry go rounds and plastic candy, that man face weathered and mudslide over the projection lens. Let it go with it's iceberg floating mentality that bird that hit the wind, that man that stood and didn't fall as the pillars collapsed no fifthly hands retire live on fruitful lives, the zest of butterfat filled humankind, harpsichord stuck in your throat, bungee binge how the hammer hit the nail in the head, it bled and bled fluid words that he couldn't comprehend.
Tangled in thoughts, whisked into mind, Cannot move.
Infested with desires, yet cannot ignore.
And now... Breaching the consciousness, Subconscious crashing to shore, then pulling me down into the depths,
I am sulking alone.
Now a mold, of my former self.
Shivering away the fast fading time.
Holding on to the tiny shred, the itty bitty fiber that is pulling through my anxiety scrunched hands.
There's this space in this place.
That will not fade out...
Won't you speak take your chance with words looking through the worlds eyes.
Lips dance with words, mouth trapped, tickled tongue falls out.
There's this space in this place with it's air running dry, in this place there a space that always feels cold... and empty...
We need a comedian to brighten up the day...
The sun has gone away.. The sun has gone away..
We need a comedian to brighten the way....
We can't see anymore bump our legs in the dark just seeing darkened invisible sky.
The stars have gone away.. The stars have gone away..
We need a joker to brighten up the sky we need a joker that will open our eyes...
so that we can see and feel the warmth from the sun, just one more time.
So why, go on dancing.. why? go on dancing.. on the water.
Head splitting...
Water flowing, all around, the swivel chair.
Staring wide, cannot see... the sun today, but the ribbons flowing, in the wind...
A Feeling Underwater...
So why is the frown bent, curved and distorted?
Why does it rain, Why does it rain, in this brain...
Your head is stuck stuck stuck.
Your thought is sick sick sick.
Now all of them go... go...
Leave them thoughts in the past...
They might find their way
to the front of the mind....
Sometimes
Those thoughts that will not go....
...Aaaway.
All those thoughts of ...jealousy ...envy ...hatred ...regret
That will not go....
...Aaaway.
You thoughts are stuck... stuck... stuck. and that head is sick... sick... sick....
Twist of black ink, spread out, soaked up inside that pink cranium... blocks your mind from those sweet...mellow...dreams.
One way mirrored-self, disconnected, shredded meat.
Tiny bits stretched, with black eyes staring back... never escape the pull... just keep pulling....
Suck my dreams through a pinhole, while dragged through a door, flatter then crepes.
Just keep pulling away... Head further then toes.
Looking up and rising, stretched into the limits, looking out into the distance melted boy...in deaf space.
My arms holding the dying sloth, slowly as time fades. While it was raining pigeons over head, my heart was placed into the funeral song, kissing golden lips of timber, in a hail storm overhead pelting the chorus, higher pitches drone out the dark valley, the sound, reach the higher spot of the mountain, it's avalanche of gray steel embodies the last river... it's drips of time, that wink and giggle against the smooth boulders.
The gray snow of the television, it's icy wires in the ground like roots, Popsicle thrills in the grave, off proportion nostrils with bald heads. A shriek of fear... filled my appetite as we watched the bird devour the worms, and the temple which was rebuilt on the ashes of the bones, pulsed out words, and began to rot and crumble until we... we.. we.. until we to were devoured.
Our memories and thoughts placed into the jar of sin with the lid sealed, with whispering weasels staked in front of the old wooden door, the key hold filled with corrosion.
the chandelier fell into our celebration cake, and the velvet red was washed over the zombie like spectators like the spluttering ketchup red blood that flowed from our bowls.
tiny bubbles envelope whats the catch an antelope, caught in the line of desperation an act of cold chicken, and a creased pattern or an arrangement, cornered now read my rights left handed neighbors and gifted with sight.
plaster beagle, wine alot every title needs a story and a casual printed text.
simple assumptions about powdered whiskey. and angels pitching the last toast honored all who broke a nose name had a creepy ring to it.
saxaphone sauce gathering and no one named... no one named, the captain.
Climbed out of grave blood red and torn bone, a splash of dust in the eyes, coated black soot in the teeth, no lines in the shopping mall, spines breaking, keep stalking while your brain worry. just your lower intestinal track, that keeps the train rolling, rolling to the dead end... and finally reaching your wake.
Break away from the wires, holding grip, finger bones creak with the shrill of a bat, no black grit in my cup, just some smoke rising from the ground filling up the streets, with the deadpan air.
counting all the blister that got you popping...got you boiling till you can't sleep hold your lips don't speak its a long way down with a long speech to hear.. inside of a wooden.. eternal sleeping bag.
oh the worms have me for supper, but i dont forget to grab my tip... and a fortune cookie crumbles to the floor whats my divine luck...
but the strip of paper looked back with grim eye's, and had nothing to say.
Powerful and then... bloody crow infections were built upon empires of starvation and angel velvet had a garnish ordered to war.
Kinky words muttered far from awe, sink into one it will give you spots of utter joy not remembering me sipping or watching bare skin, studded touch always on my mind, a palate of knowledge but it disappears alone, and it’s hamster wheel life, rear of our stay..
Which ever forms inside the casing kept away, for if someone died single w/tree’s of a world called vapors, lent me a dollar to catch a bust of Napoleon, rewrite her tomb all over, in a sewer so that rats may wither, blue to the touch of her fingers icy cold, their ashes will take and insert your looks, and when I am old waiting with a bench glued to it by the shed soft spinach idea of the earth, when we sneak inside our son stoning, tickle free elbows. Ex-prince of the expelled synapse, but it relieved either soap, I will go opposite of my hairline to premature your youth, with the pleasure of painting on dry ice pour me something new.
The way about those pleasure peelers trembling in place ‘ERR’, but the slash of the Katana pulled me in with what I had said, had to be in words spoken, and remembering the abundance of chewing gum and our hearts will think in particular.
The feast raunchy in and out of the swelling of thin ink which ran marathons always...oh the well... I didn’t go any further will meet on a balloon...
I’m liquid... I don’t recall the polls anyway.
The insects in heart with it’s violet love seemingly evil, but not as evil as the barstool, that whacked my knee oh dear was that my mouth...slowly gaping wide, I felt your body on top of mine your tummy felt like cool plaster walls in winter, who blew that ring a smoke into my face, it was sexy and bold, and torn the pages out of a book, hole in her head was it really all that necessary? Posture repose, and the angelic lit crimson tongue lashing your bratwurst hadden’t happened yet... had it happened in the fridge my neighbor pondered red not marshmallow, hold me back, with anger in my heads, pillow me softly until I dose of in a milky sleep, with the solos in my mothers brain, crispy tendons oh my, was it this late or that late how could it be me or me? How shouting always hurt the drums, and that runner that runner always catching me-me... or is this you?
Holding that rotted heart thoroughly over the burning hot tub had you risen earlier I would have thought of you cleaner but not overly dress and communicating for much more then a burnt out tv and a burnt out grandson, how dearly can you connect those four letters into love, it’s sickly blinded and overly choosy but then again I am willing to make an exception but will only beg for more and more, I am addicted and I shave because of the pulp, chosen ones, man...overly excited about it when I went outside it was all down hill from my house, paved roads that spilled and spelled bumps, and the chalk in her mouth, the coal in the face, that hole in her head was a mistake don’t believe it’s red it’s....green, but it looks grey head sponge letting the blood flow tickling my savior oh surly you have met my hands shaken and stirred and felt like ham, is there any parents on this island if not I forget the password to the shelter... I gotta go for it although the luck has run dry..can you feel your ribs have shown another play.
Fickle symptoms hands caught in a rose, all the rows were exiting I finally sat back and watched for a change and a nickle how about some illustration the hands panned okay Valium handed in your pocket hot spot, daring to seek the refugee of a noir sign, canned sinners or sure get away with murder but don’t please me, shivered backs, and the sponge rose up the railroads eye, swindled putty, inserted dimes collected tall, and handsome cheers, how bout some help but not a sign of holiday spirit, whiskered thought the speakers, all caught on camera inside the diorama of the closet, timber falls and splits you in mold... molded into the cat cookie, soft and baked real good, smell the aroma but forget you had forgotten you keys, they were part of a collection, where could all the bombs go, did they take away my things, or was it the moving sale last weak, twirling Edo fingers in a basket wasn’t it’s time not my time, the watch... not ticking with your sad trebled eyes.
The worst of it was to besiege the entire faith reich, Charlie & the apple cometh watching it seeping from the tree’s it made them hollow, the men no longer worked for callouses, the molasses ran slow so time was precious in it’s tomb of great solitude grizzled warmth and lonely biting. Tonguing the walls of artifact, here we all drink sand, the filters will blind the truth.
Sat back in a lounge chair and began to seek refugee in my mind the Shepard had come home, the kids made dinner that night, the owls were no longer keeping me away from the castle, a head sung not a pretty song but a song of sorrow, pretty gals wont dance, and the tower swaying, I saw them come then they fainted, the slightest twitch in my arm began painting, it swam and it swam with it’s cobwebs in hand, the swallow of your heart so suckle and blown out of proportion that solely caught failure gambling away the so...I’ll be honest, and slightly dangle myself like a pendulum, but the guarantee of the voice, that beckons and sells you it’s coal, the first one caught the turnips and the other spoke a word, sober hangnails, temporary light inside my head.
In the vase of it all, your face just feudal, seizure off the feast,
Her back...
...bringing in the dented flower, wall stopping you sweetly.
First shouting when it singes. stretched shouting soup.
The feet joyous.
Left foot drips over a pool can't seem to stream...
through it all...
Just pickled when shouting, cringing while pale Her back is silent with the ocean.
In a glare, share with me the sun, fill me up with honey, thick quickening goo.
Glisten drenched in sugar suffering on a dime... seconds on the time... now look at the watch... see I'm going this way... all the way.
melting my own way, to the pavement stuck, under heels, of a spined back in the mirror the dress in perfect lighting pitch plaque under the eyes, paintings hanging.
Contained.. overall complete.
Hung croaks...told.
Under crease and beneath unfaithful.
Cold toes and ordinary drink....
Ribbons strung high, in a wasteland,
Wasteland in tears...
Their all home. leaving the television on. Just flicking, gray blue gray.
Big lackey face, sweeping down from the walls, cold steel rainbows shouts loud and clear.
At the end of the road, climbs the shivering rose.
Big loud face swimming down in a form of a puddle.
The waterfall opens like curtains, grain dizziness. open zippers...found sleeping.
dreaming, smiling...smiling... afloat a stream.
I... see... out the foggy window, that shattered, broke...
Fell on my ceramic hand, broke my pinky, and the tree's gently swayed, and the screech of pain...
Was released...
Who? Who? Who? calls the owl.
Sudden stop in the gray, ...and gravity has it's way.
The night engraved with dust and stone, Body statues in time...
Ash turns to stone. Ash turns to stone... ...as we turn to stone.
Etched into your long guiding hands your thoughtless fine line of yarn stretched out...your light always blocking always-blocking my image.
Why does history seem so far out so pour-and pour-and...keep pouring till no more dripped.
The shadow puppet, no longer believes in appearing... I pray for thoughts but no longer remember what for...
When I take a glance,
My eyes glued to the mirror,
Everyday it's the same,
It's just the same thing... everyday.
I-am-sick, so-sick.
When I look on...
See my eyes in the mirror,
It makes me so sick,
same thing everyday.
I am sick, sick.. while everythings the same thing.
while everyday... everyday its the same thing.
Same old thing... it makes me sick, sick... I am sick!
Sick and tired...
Tired of the same thing everyday...
Makes me so sick... sick of seeing the same thing everyday...
you sit there sipping... don't know what to do with the day...
and... you sit there sipping on that old cheap wine.... and never go about your day.
Why are you just sitting sitting away your day.
Just sit there in gloom...
you just, sit there and stay, you never go about your day... why do you just sit there, with that old tin can of tobacco..
just sit there and stare.... at all the passing people.
People don't see you just sitting...
But I do...
Just see you sitting with that old tin can, see you sit there just sipping... that old cheap wine...
When you finally get up you sit right back down find another bench to warm and sit there....sipping... alone...
Current mood: distractable
Harsh wind, handful name please, our home this palace i know it doesn't look like much but i seem to hear you yield, say the sun gong hey pocket, but not reasoning on the roulette, the man with the gun in the corner with the corn, all to himself, all by himself he climbed the beat him you see that little man in mess, the bang of tea pants, while we wait... notice were thinking the same way, our beat beating, heart stepping now to meet loud and clear, with the chimes in a stand still, our piano is playing, while the skeleton chuckles and her flesh sticks to her bones. maybe we shall peel her, an whatta vibrations, you'd be that man with no hands on the piano, fast and furious bullshit, and the house crowded, woo generations. back against a wall notice were spinning, and dizzying our hearts to fall deep but forget it was stuck to my shoe, and the shadow of the bird, and the drooling pur of his cat was spin-hat after life we hear about all the time, tear man somewhere else, planet earth is to full, and the sounds of the vibes now we all begin to see handed over to pages tare my looks i got all the people focused on someone else, some one with the neat side walk man with the red painted van, i go...
Current mood: depressed
Ripping to you, arms loaf tough skin wishing well I don't see it well.
sun swelling, open chest, open eyes, with a candle in the backyard, the only light will see.
Rice dropping on a corpse skin, smooth shins, rubbing alcohol, burning olive branch in the back yard, the only thing will hear and smell.
I know the pillow shifting under leafs, under the knees, while the owl looks, and the cares don't care, while the scream of the kettle is untouched, unheard.
With the lines I follow, wrinkles to discover, to lie down and fall into the arms of the bronze statue, chipping away into the backyard, but in the blink, and with a wink, all gone.
Current mood: frustrated
Pinching the tension, buttering our lives content, with buffoons on veins living on the moon held up with balloons. You know her arms can’t hold the sun much longer.
Creasing sunlight, all that light in your eyes, shadow hands joining us in picnic, joining me in patty cake.
And we saw that road vanish under snow, quilted blankets of snow, and were always in one place...standing still.
Sitting with your very own casket. Kneading the earth, and singing with the crickets, never realize the earth turned so fast the years zip by and leave no trace.
Cheek stabbing horse went backwards nose a blown out of proportion no necessary tussle/wrestling in line with rides. have to say I hate you. now the days gone by no more tears. graves alone, a tear drops, dribbles on your overcoat table is a coffee table. now i know the name. started off in a church, blind nights with the money. holes in my thighs, turntable behavior, on the monkey, on the gold. near an anvil, stopping crunch, near the starlit beagle wonderland wafers.
no nonsense for you just a bag over the head, over your fathers finger paintings, over your mothers moth portrait.
and no fingers to tell of...
feelers.. feeling... cold rose stem, no blossoms, no french kisses in the rain, just wet feet walking in puddles, muddy feet, skin tied tightly to the bones. ribs pull through, my heart sinks and sinks, submerged lines, and verses. someones sticking their head in a lake bobbing for hearts, and all they can pull up is toe nail clippings, and lost hair. skin clings to their stance, will not budge, will not fly away from me. The legs touch, the hands touch, no eyes to see, feelers... feeling... the tightly laced skin, the knee high boots, the muck of the ocean floor. dangling seaweed in your hair, feelers... feel... the real you crusting and rusting in salt. see her hands reach, feeling... The three parts of my body, smooth surface and wings. Your face is gray, and your skin holds tightly to your frame.
Feelers feeling something sensational yet cold and coarse. feelers feeling the gray statues in the graves.
While sitting with ... your nihilistic breakfast sandwich, and a cheap smile that came from the Polaroid.
The people in the frame don't resemble you or your family, see how hard it is to throw the seeds in the air, in the hair. Vine suffocate, a blind tomb.
Buried in soft focus, cold remembrance, and a painters dry brush.
Big hands speaking in the shadows, directors of the set, flame holders made of wax, body parts soft to touch, but melts in your hand, melts in your head.
Melts with the sand, in the hand of your follower, your mind of the swallower it's liquid is seeping in your eyes, shut your eyes, no eye lids shutter, no stutter for the zoom
Change the hides, and chimes ringing, lets go, time to go.
move on over with your days, and years.
But leave me some change, and some new wrapping paper for your hunch.
Filthy jewels dropping into water, with a PLOP.
See how they drop to the surface, see how the light shines.
While I listen for the howls, the gears inside melt, they rust...
Pull my head off with flowers in the vase, and the ankles almost drenched, the table was beating, and the stench of my hands drove off, the dirt, coiling dirt particle, carpet curling, waving to the sun.
With the lobes dangling into the water, the tearing in the eye. Screw, screw, screw in the light bulb.
Screaming I'm alive, gliding into the windows, and shattered love of hands, the shattered shields of cloth.
In the deep sea, the split in the jeans, that revealed flesh. The bird that wouldn't fly just plummets. The fly that wouldn't squash... Just buzz. The cadaver that wouldn't submit, just gurgle. Eyes which blinked, but didn't moisten. Just like the tongue that licked the ice and dried the mouth, made the lips brittle. the ashes floated on top of a black sea. Just a dash of gray in the memory of it all.
13,
That One...day, find that no one was embedded.
Channel the orange moon reflecting off metal.
(scratch the shadow of the skyscraper.......)
The waiting ...with the other me then go... Sit here and listen.. I feel it,
The good people...
1,
I don't know ...hello.
Disturbed bed, painted saint. ...walk away.
it's NOR-MAL-ALL-ALL!!!
With your window cracked, split. ...the final act.
it's NOR-MAL-ALL-ALL!!!
When the finger shakes the mirror, or the ridges on the mountain.
NORM-A-LLY!!!
I find you thinking all the time, with your head faced down, or... in a prayer, with your white mask on... NORM-A-LLY!!!
Your head is on the tombstone, and becomes your pillow...
Goodnight.
NOR-MAL-ALL-ALLY!!
Your brain dries out, it's get so hard, when it's left out in the heat.
So throw it all the away.
Throw that brain away, leaving the head on the pole/and your brain in the jar.
WHO? crab walkout, Gently... Tie or repeal, cachet bed, Chance figurine, disturbed, he was de-headed backwards.
Statures happily, filthy uh haze that surrealism like fly the man(man the fly) like could you okay re: placate only member how was that? I think she doesn't experience. That ending in the rain facsimile's, cupboard did not.
Possible turn up insect larvae two way coupling starts stinging long ago friendless with insects hears but talks some more hurry up burn wow as I feel ointment look back road tongue long horn plastic bag jingles.
I am numbers...Saturday and eyes so drifty... drifty...
It goes beyond the floor to reach up for old and then filling in the whole wide world underneath a sun that's fallen for you.
Stricken man devours and was able to fence the menace to sweep up the old, while it was frosty sleeping under the leaf, under the sun that's fallen for you, the slipping of mouths or ears...hear nothing more ...nothing more to hear, with the audio turned up, the flesh suctioned together, sweetly sweating and filling up our glasses. Our pins infected, with our mice turned into faint ribbits that will put me to sleep, flower in the hand pull it out with the roots interested, sulking in a frenzy. Questions fade.. questions fade.. underwear fades..
Salts begin to crust with calcium light headed... its dizzy in here, need the air but friendships absurd but there is to much to muster up you must fear, God with a handkerchief, the sweat of the blood, the known of the halls can't reach the faint message, fear of leaving on the knees, waiting pigeons with the salad dung, street living breathing.
The soles walk loose, the laces drag, baby meet the ghost, in drag with the feeling of someone touching, the massage of ankles, glowing painter could not drink in the dark and nothing more was watched in reels, so real I know its the only blink I could blink.
The last cut of paper and trimming of the hail featuring windows outlast the feral behaviors, golden quadruplet stinky feet heart art on the swollen woman sides tripped and side walked alone on a backstreet twisting roses at the root, and feeling pleasant plastic.
"Make me believe, its not real" that voice whispered.
When I wave came home only dark and triangular and fingering the left sonar..drip and the filth shoulder breath, and the now endearing honey dribbles...
"With a fake fisher barrel, snows aging sea."
Down in the waters pants down with the shifter in the back of the head, the buttons messed up and smeared with cheer.
Blue bladed wing, and the cherish of looks, caress of liberation, wrinkles so close.
Until a moment is turned in pages, the last "What?" is uttered in the microphone, squeezed between your cheeks, mouths inserted the words necessary to convince you... to shut up, lips a zipper, smile thats chipper.
World underwater, the bubbles submerge a winner, babbler blurbs.
"Wither you know whats going on or don't, with your nose undermining the surface of coal. Wind in the faces of china dolls, with dandy cheek faces. with you is always a light bulb with dim lighting."
I would always be moved, and disturbed out of bed.
Burnt Toast.
Burnt Toast.
Stick it in the oven one more time... dirt in the mouth... ...blood in the mouth, Got two floppy rubber boots, stepping into the pie...
Ripping out the raspberry's, forks and spoons sprawled out, with red stains on your blue jeans.
Burnt Toast.
Burnt Toast.
Scraping off the excess black, feel it scrap down the throat, hear that throat gasp for water and saliva.
Then ask for another bit of pie...
I, Scrap the butter on to the toast, the crust I want the most, let the crumbs slide down my cheek, tearing the lips, and letting the drips...
...drip.
Freezing... ...Breathing Looking out the window, heart shoved between.. ...The window sill. Kneading...
...Seething... Walking on a broken street, heart scraping on.. ...The pavement.
Now your feet touch the floor, filthy carpet, dust in the air.
And the heart is chaffed between your thighs...
...and the dust is getting higher... and higher.
And it doesn't stop raining...raining the dust! And the heart starts beating...beating in rust! And your heart is in the attic...
Clinging to the rust...
&
Feeding on the dust...
Leave it up to you to screw up entertainment, the static TV, with the lights out cold plywood under the bath toes. Mackerels in the sand with your spacing of the fingers, and one finger twisted - deformed before it held hands with the branches, without bothering you...without interrupting your laughter...shoot smiles at me before a frown...inner dinner with out any butter to carve out the delicacy of your soul, soup of asbestos, and the cutting tool glides...plastic like skin, blood like red paint chipping off the walls, so much water dripping on the floors, darkness boldly guards the chairs, your eye opens and you see what resembles a silver ice pick coming from the your eye, can't blink or think...rubber mallet gently tap.. tap.. tapping...I see your shoes in the puddles, but the bodies are all out in the grave yard soaking in the dirt, which perks the larvae feeling hurt. the twitching of your little wings, all caught within some web, your insides must be dry now, and your legs must be tired... oh stop cricking oh stop chirping, and squirming around...hound in the closet with your favorite fishing boots, they resemble the early mornings right behind the early boards, with the hands touching the ear...oh back behind your ear is a shadow of the right hand, scratching off the irritations, the voices of many grainy VHS tapes.
When you hands starts scraping, the dirty floor, with your flaky dry hands... peeling, from the sand and dirt, let it rip open your skin, to see the bone, the skeleton hands, reaching down, digging out the dirt, see the blood flow in, deeper the hole goes, more the flesh pulls off. Laying each bone, on top of another, layering the skin, draping it over, the bones, let the dirt fill back in from the shivers of your shake rattling bones, dirt trickles in. Teeth shake & quiver... in the dark, eye balls blink, and the brain don't think...anymore...
When the milk drips down, in the hearts of crisping gold, the hearts flutter, the hearts flutter, down with the gutter trash, down with the filthy garbage, is the hearts that flutter the hearts that flutter, in blinking eyes, the hearts are smashed into bits, her hearts inflated her hearts inflated, letting out the sky blue glaze, their hearts a filtered through the cigarette, now his back against the sea, water behind him. the salt all above him, rain coming down, crisping red rain, with glittered sand, her hearts flapping out of water. gasping for breath, so soft to touch so soft to touch, come to me close and listen for awhile, i know you'll listen to this with hearts a fluttering.
It inhabited a small portion of your brain, ...flash forward, ...slashed forward, sloshing the liquid of a fishbowl.
The hand slowly reaching down, to the titled ground, angels pour out pints... of eyes and mouths.
It cat scratched the paleness in her creme lit face, never reduced the light, never slipping out of the thick covers...
In depth cornfield signs, in the telepathic wormwood, engraved in the wooden skull, with grape fines and cherries within the eye sockets.
The cat is curious as it passes...
Her hair is flying... with the leaves, many many stars follow... as the moonbeam swallows.
Sawdust elevator, around the chest piece. The two eyes were huge, round, and bloodshot Electric angelical. with wide-eyed optimism. Samurai perched in the west, with no eyebrows or eyelashes, no whites, no pupils, no expression Silvering aura. I took for granted the honesty Wire hair tangles. who'd forgotten to remove his gloves Shivering slivers in the foot. Round after round of raw fish, mollusks, and crustaceans. Reach right for it.
Willow tree leanings, waiting to be patted. were quickly polished off. The red and and gold, coming out of the caves. The blessed fragrance of pine and fir trees Calming in the waters....bearing fruits.
Her heart touched the ying yang. the solid stone was bare. hit me as we crossed the yard. Played the flute by the shore. the organ sinking to the sea.
Your eyes, Your eyes.
Some bugs bugging you.
To late. Don't stop. Want me to help you.
Her voice, Her voice.
Runs...runs...runs... Into the the tree's.
Do your fires, suddenly it stops.
It's the same, the same.
Again, the waters peel the skin, Again, The wind see's right through me. Again, Her voice seeps into my ears.
Again...
The church in the ditch, been down there for a while...
Get out... in the sauna... Get out...
Fickle...split...ends, splatter bright neon paint, on the moon... on the moon...
Bringing it down.
So lets take one more trip to the moon....
Deep red under your eyes.
Your robe is maroon, and stay out longer...
Started in the church, stained smiles on the side of the church.
Your gesturing power with you shadow puppets, with a lamp flickering, and the rain creeping into the room.
Just a second, lets hold on, should stop and think before the trip.
But the telephone rang, I answered.
But I didn't talk.
Heard whispers, from the piles of stones.
The child touched the curling iron, I told her not to, but she proceed to jab her palm with it. her palm became my hand, but I felt no heat, no pain...
We were in dark woods, children, adults, elderly people, gathered around, they passed about animal carcasses, we tried to determine what each carcass was... some recalled a rabbit, a dog, and one was the back and head of a pig, it looked like it was made of rubber latex, and was fake.
Everyone started to run to an old house, the kids were faster and made it there first, everyone stressed do not touch anything, I yelled at the top of my lungs.. "don't TOUCH anything!" we were walking in dead animals and deep mud.
Bodies of people, old and young bumping into me.
We all reached the house the children who made it there first were screaming...
We came upon...
Piles and piles of dead insects, flies, maggots, worms, beetles, in a filthy room...
Children are screaming some of them picking insects up with two hands.
Everyone is growing pale, & shouting...
it's getting dizzy, it's getting dark...
------------------------ This was a dream had last night(oct. 10th) as much as I remember, thought the imagery was very surreal, and kinda nightmarish.
Interested in, stone white smiles, rain in blue paint. ...never enough, never herself at all... By the lakes that seek rain? By the castles that melt with the mold... Oh the rain is dripping..deaf drips. Drips that drip...Lime green. ...do do do to do...No she doesn't seem deaf Pushing the round rock...And still you're coaxing me? "Never mind, I can see that." Pure sarcasm. No really what was it you were about to say? The couch was shouting out loud. The speaker is speaking with a mouthful of food, your fingers went on through, To come on out and live.. seeing you take the steps, and the coins for your eyes. I shouted, the speaker shouted with mouthful of rocks, the scorpion stung him, "For three hours you've been buying flowers?" Na Na Na, that cat is so high...smitten purrs. Life is in the make believe world. Happy suns, "I don't understand." Screaming sun... no house for shelter, Well I'm a crippled dog, but the tin car, some have little homes. Wanted posters, power to do good. coming waters... and tangerine.. I've got nothing to give, now I dig in the dirt.
Sickly...
Soft and the forest, churned tunes, and the lemon twist, songs deep within the dark, deep as the night sky.
Suddenly late...
...all alone.
mold of the do late, model of the do dads. blown out, cut-up, and melted.
Lost in the frustration the chorus is bringing you in.
Feet in the puddle, the chimes are singing in the rain.
Down along the ally, you think your tired?
Another animal girl, stay alive for minute longer..
History books make life seem so short. I'm gonna go see some girls///you're so weird.. blind person can do it, your hair is really crazy... sure isn't.
Not gonna now...
Is the hand smothered in your skin. put it in the can, seems broken... no way man...
Pulls him down, the after math is always hard to deal with what happens after the dirt crumbles? you take rotting bones out of caves, ancient children in the bubbles in the sky...
Million miles away... the trails doze off, and grind away under footsteps. lend it to me.
AHHH... just say yes...say yes.
Yes you did. That was it, goodnight everyone massage Jupiter's gas. splash, what carps in the weird places, where I find it. Wrestle, round and round. Get a hold of the right mood. black inches forward to meet the white. strange indent for the fork in the road. smoke and choke, want me to do it? flavor, slit it, pound it, then try it. stretch out the corks.
Wrapped up, unwrapped pavement, are you Okay. Cutting, back the time, that I am not... Your getting better, except for your rashes. delighted, under light, on a link. Wow, super frappe house, stuck in my tooth. prisoner, lone.. ah mannn. jabbing that in to you. ow. the mummy, gang leaders, my pals and forks. brush my sleep, with star dust, sort it out, among bucks, antlers of the tide. roman shields all covered in arrows...ah switch on the electric heat. getting out of them, pipes freezing. sorry your untouchable face, doth haste. unbelievable, you... you can go anywhere. drills made from men. down to two words. the place called Willard. itch of the moth, tangle me in webs.
Uncoiled spoiled...entwined whined/sorry...can i have it back, knots around me, rats around me, the unsettled cubby hole. the little house in your tooth. with children playing, sometimes to loud, you yell it's to loud. sometimes you have a break in the glass, with cheese, ornamental and some old wines glasses, dripping in a puddle.
man... i can't hold on to nothing.... I will go outside now.. peel the lemons, ripen the sand.
Water is trickling off the icicles, the ground is barren, flightless birds in oatmeal rations.
Crow calms the night lovers, with his watch clicking...
It falls face first on to the ground... oh it fell... to the ground... then it transformed... into the night scene...
With faces plaster on the walls, and night time calls, watch is twinkling and vibrating to the violets swinging.
it's time now, to go... and feel the vibrant colors, digesting with laughter, happy time... fun time... instead, it's lots of dirt and muck, crammed inside a box, plastic soldiers surround you.... acting like birds.
Time is winking, and the trains about to go...
Wait.
Lets listen for the flock, maybe it's time for us, to get on with the show, why is the stars blinking, see her face, see their face, on the wall, I was there at the ruins, her hands in the pop-up book, her heads inside the gutter, drinking, feeling, somethings... gotta goooo. she got the shell on her ear, and shes wishing for the spotlight.
Dangle wires, puppet strings.
The marionette girl, watching you, staking you itching away the time.
That lone walker, on that deserted sidewalk.
In that drab coat, and those worn out sandals.
The sidewalk chalk, speaks of symbols.
The sun reaches down, to breach the sky.
The jewelry, the old photos, trinkets... in the shallow waters.
Water drips down, on the faces, covered in stone.
Boulders shift under the feet, the sidewalks... is a distant memory.
The sun beats down, the sweat drips.
Like the water coming from the rocks, leaking into the foundation.
Story books, text books, lost in the murky waters, left in an old house.
The boulders are sinking under the feet, under the earth.
Walking horizontal on the flat surface, the sun is closer... then ever.
When it reaches down, gives me a kiss, I melt,
The water evaporated.
Feet still moving, under the sun, but soon...
The black emerges and I am reformed, and put to stone.
The pale moon over my shoulder.
Finger prints, on a lousy photo...
Under bridges...
Foot prints, lead us to the black waters.
Red splatters, from the paintbrush.
Hand marks, on the back of your pants...
Smiling earth girl, with a flower pot head.
grass of the body, dirt of the mind.
Clouds over bridges.
Small headed man, blind folded and spun.
dug a hole, in the ground...
In the puddles around, many lost voices, dirt on the ground...
still nothing speaks, pebbles slip out the mouths.
Vines, Rise from the grove, curl... around the night watchman, with his spears risen, covered in dirt.
Two Shamisen players, under the willow tree.
It rains, Flowers bloom bright red.
It dries Hearts covered in stone.
Brains, heads, severed... rolling, still comprehending the painting of the world; knights rolled around in mud... black knights moving on a chess board.
Vines, wrap... around the metal, and shields.
Vines, wrap... around the board and pieces.
The strumming continues, laughter outside the tea house, the king in the corner.
Watchmen brought closer to the earth, the towns people's hearts now wrapped up in vines and cold stone.
The strumming heightens.
The kings in the corner, with his back to the vines.
Vines, surround the palace, and the king cries,
Vines, embrace the king, like a mother.
Vines laugh like a jester ...fool. the strumming... stops.
I don't want to see the white line
passing through me,
drawing on the blackboard.
white powder coats your face,
gray charcoal in your mouth.
I don't want to see you smiley,
coming out of the water, all wet.
I don't want to see the hand
pass over my mouth,
with a word so shiny.
A kiss laced with
elastic tombstone lips.
-Where was her body?
-On the bed sheets?
body was a rectangle,
which played with
the sheets.
I don't want to see you,
climbing on top of the bed.
The stone bed,
etching into stone,
the unfocused thought,
of your ramblings, with a nail and hammer.
as...
Speakers in the distant,
push waves of dust,
that.. shower.. red..
Somethings left in the kitchen, it really has to go, I really didn't want to entertain ya, cause I really have to go go, I have to reach for the basket in the courtyard, then make it to the next appointment, I really have to see the new film, the one that is bright and orange, before I met her she was golden, but now she is all bronze, the ringing is getting constant, please answer the phone. "I'm good how are you" why did you hang up so early only two rings, how the wheels are spinning, how we move from place to place, making a living, now the taste of life's salad. her eagles on my shoulder, perched. his whistle in my hear along with a soft girl voice. the soft touch of a hand that eases you the eyes that hypnotize you, makes you feel happy, the nose that points but why look that way? the rose going up the walls now we know why it smells the real nonsense in the courtroom, accommodations for the clowns.
Creased spine, with pitch black paint, slowed down reaction like in a wave. released grim onto the canvas, gray mist suffocates the bold red moon. facial reaction in the waves. neck within a necklace, embracing the fall of leaves. Realities coming down the stream, flowers dream, spoke once and fell over. A river of time caught within the tidal wave of frost, scapegoats left in the fallen snow... to many, battered in the lashes of blinking eyes.
Sponge off, tongue off the painted, inflatable thigh. Pack of leeches, the sack hanging, dangling. let the coins drop, the memorabilia, kept in little boxes, talking little figure, a army figure, melting in the sun. swine on the table stretching your dad mustache. the streetlight was on in your head, we walked by the cafe, holding handcuffs, hold the bone marrow of Albert Einstein, the bone marrow transplant of the Caesar. walls talk, bodies pick themselves up...after loosing their heads, night lined leg in the air, a cheap perfumed arm on the staircase railing...railing the soggy feet, seizure of the lips, coin tossed lifted up body, stamped down and mailed. stripped down, boards nailed...nailed in the rainfall. crested lips got moldy. No god matter right now... Only stars clinging to the seats... theater seats, front row/now with the knife punched through the snow. the melting snow around you, your back has grown enough. chains on your back, boulder on your foot, boulder on the hill. sleep talk, legs pick themselves up a slide show is waking, and showing each picture, there are none of you.
Pearl lite ways, burn lips away, the whole house is falling, the hole in the head is failing, calling the earth last moon, the moons last eclipse, the feeling of your lips, the tightness of your breath, the crystal seeping in the white laced caves. the feet is steeping into white wet snow, the snow of the mountains, the rain that drips from the rocks, the rocks that hold together by chance, everyone responsible for there survival, niche pinched nights, the line of the behind, the counter is by the wall, the lady is their to greet you, but you recall a dream midway, halfway in the water up to your waste, smiley algae in the brain, bring the rain with you in your tears, but the river is held up with many types of fish, the sighting is unbelievable but i desire the midnight movie, the video relapse of your grain, the grain overexposed lungs, eye sockets in the pool table, Waited at the table in the back of the room many minutes under the microscope the he she said. Lightning in my tea cup, the place mat is showing me my face. the placement of lint, bottles and used everything on the floor, pushed up against the wall like banks of snow. The snow sings to the white faced lady, her arms come out of the frozen lake, give birth but the mainstream will not see, the swan is tipping forward, almost drowning in the lake, but the media is paper, and ink runs runs away to another place but forgets it's words, when it is asked what is the purpose? I did not realize the string of useless words, the string of the guitar playing the placement of useless words, the withering of empty trees, and leafs that sprinkle on loafing bodies, naked bodies reach fall, and separate in spring. drowsy days under the blankets, the welcoming of the night.
A metallic butterfly in two fragments, to a island, to the glowing island, scream of the deformities, it's strange... they change... ...change into a beautiful crescent moon, overshadowing the sea, and a river to the moon.
Cover the face, with shell sounds, and breaking limbs.
Commentary heard in cemetery bury your secrets in a hole, with gold, jewels, and eye lids.
Does it matter?
Which rainbow road to travel upon... I walk on the rusted pavement, the crusted.. bitter earth, salty acid earth, water is drenched, a dark alley drained.
The sand in the mirrors, the mirrors in the sand, water in the sand, but sand reflected in the water, see your face, face the sound of the wailing wind, the wailing voices in the walls.
Blinking. soft touch, soft hands. on the table. hard time, mirrored in a window. stench of the deny, with pitch black hair, devouring the screen. thick mist enveloping, the crystal eyes. All the time... waiting in the shadow, the silhouette of a building, the ventriloquist in the rafters, with the pigeons. Mocking the sounds of pedestrians, and cars passing by. Itching, and wincing, white noise, soft serve of wires, inverter, of memories, a plastic dream, inserted, a paper wave, and Styrofoam, life, paper cut outs, soft hands on the table, made of cake, and water. Stay away face in the corner. the sayings on the skin, written, and then crumbled up, tossed out, removed... and forgotten...
Now It seems...
That nothings going...on.
Now I... I sleep upon a rock, this rock. this jagged rock with edges poking...
The skin!
The tree...
of tea that boil with life,
A tree that holds to the earth,
When clowns begin to juggle hearts, and tasteful fruits.
The tree...
The tree falls and falls but never heard, with worms around, all around the trees...
The tree's don't cry.
They make the marks unto the bark... bark is bleeding, till the walls fall down....fall down.
Down it falls...down it falls. The crumbling rock is breathing.... panting... tired of this... tired of the earth...dizzy.
The chase, race...of thoughts, and now the the words are singing... seeping into that ink.
Slumbering dove awoke, words don't scramble, words don't retreat.
Treat of the world.
spaced in white.... cased in tight.
The body of a translucent figure, her scent, her figure on the wall. Where... bricks...lay, the wall was made of silver brick. Slivers of the mind, "Mind if I sit down with you?" seep into your mind, down with you under the stars, the sun star blazing, now out blazing, with teeth gritting, spit the ribbons out, outside spitting. The house is splitting, the wood splitting in two, the bamboo cut to, downward angle, upward angel... Body occupied, by ten angled points, ten men sitting beyond the fire. Fire brought to man, Man now shoots fire. Sitting in the beyond now. Sipping on...sipping on... the nectar of a rose. Blended rose, blended into the foliage, our hearts now stomping in orange dead leafs. ...Death leaves... now not orange but deep red, now not red but steeping in tea. Blood dripping in the wine, the salty wine now drinkable... no one is awake, no one is around, But her. Little brain seizure, NOW influenced by the white lion, lion that pounces on the weakest, allergic to the scent of peace. Piece of the heart, the spiked heart... still perched in the branches, to high. Hung high, let go.... stars dangle. The sun dangles until the rope is burnt, now the angels did not go to the stars. Piece of mind fell into the sky, upside down. Now it rains, yet something burns the rain... the rain seems to fall, but does not land.
Thick fold, thick fog endeavors. molded samruai, dry samruai armor. pinched flesh, stuck in the back with a bayonet. body is now reaching down, just barely missed by the arrow. Pick up the sand to ignite the waters. falling down, possums form of hi the forgotten windless plain. on the over hang of a cliff, beaches sprawled around the cove, inside the petri dish my little angels, our little insects, divine scope, the doctor under the finger nail. The fall of sightings of death, meat caught in the cross hairs, in the middle of the road... IN the MUD
How can I comprehend the distance of space...
if my idea of FAR is a walk down the beach, or a road trip to another state
Why is it so connn..voluted.. connn..voluted.. Running on empty.. ..my glass IS emtpy.
Time to see you later, the chime is ringing out! rhyme all the time, This pain is sitting on my shoulders, push the boulders...off me. Now the this feels SO-SO connn..voluted.
Heave and heave and now it so connn..voluted, Wishing it was alright, somebody waiting for you.. alright... Why can't I see, why can't I focus... Can't hear and then so mute NO! No word to use, they all taste bland.
Why can't we slip out the back, not seen.. not heard... because my shoes make to much noise, YOU SAY>>> Because the knees play moist music, YOU SAY>>> You don't say...
Where does it all belong, voice is neatly typed up into phrases, dialogue for ramblers... catch the nine o'clock, but it's to late, for I sleep but don't forgive the sounds.
it's wish was to be forgotten, it's animal heart ring. Heart fermenting in this life...
So we all go a little mad..well I am mad.
live better...happy with the currents, the tide is going out. pillow soft sand thoughts/and naked body steammm....
Soo connn...voluted, Nooo.
To not skate through the senses, or see dunes following our pleasure. When rain drops shrivel and night time is no longer feudal.
We walk side by side near the very bottom of the ocean, your hands swelled, and my heart well...
I never had to explain why, when the city played me through, I was hopping, and cars were dancing to the offbeat arm chair, feet a steppin' no longer raining, but the rivers are all filled up, Drifter in the sifter, begs and begs.
Not the sidewalk seeking out charm, your lonely feet sounds echo through the alley, and the cat will startle you You are aware that your alive. and really not dreaming it all.
Eyes that cry from fevers, the wincing from squinting so hard.. I can't find myself here.
All I see is romantic comedies, action sci-fi movie advertisements!
That means... The economy must be bad, There is war, and chaos, and everyone is sad...
We want to be transported to another reality
and forget things are bad....
Watching motion poet, Oh quit it, you bastard witch..cloud hung in the sky.
Picnic tables on wires. Panic banner rises.
Now it was itching really close, so very close... A close up is to distinct, so far away, so indistinct, That devilish black hair girl in the dreams that teases you.
Wanting you to go all the way, putting your all into nothing but hallucinations, and when its over you wonder... Why it's not possible outside a dream.
So many inches down the road, your walking, hobbling sleepy toad.
Going on the mysterious street, different then the dirt roads, so whiny. and so little did it interest me like a black speck in my shoe, the little wrinkle in my toes.
Well who's on the horse? town to town, hang out in the desert, insert the thing you find desirable, inject it to your brain.
tea house sympathy, queen of dreams..... scene of these things which cannot focus... we can not focus on this thing it is to far, to muggy, to sorry and filled up
Which broken hearts were drawn to, Which broke into a few pieces and dispersed with the ground and the gas. Lava sat willingly on the couch casting a shadow on the liners. Snow bound, blood soap. never got interested in your dynamite wick. Introverted speck.
Never see through the panic..you had to let go of my hand because it was clammy.
Death riddled with sips of the horse piss. Some mothers, he fed on pills and crammed up in the pill bottle. damn singers always falling with the gold in the wind. say they like to fetch the whistle of the wind no more can begin. just people in a cartoon when it was healed up by squatting spice traders. Nomads see through the dessert toppings, the signs that promote obesity... she had to let go of the sand, because it contained sugar.
I started off, the city is eaten away. bashes in and out of the day, or the honking, my writing got stale, until I RE: where I've been shapes of clay. when the window is washed thoroughly Quarter focused itself on us until.. drained.. drained... I started thinking of the demand, Waiting about not writing.
Character profile of muses trade. the full view out the window erasable nurture. music devoured like sweets. At the NEW! Saved me, crumbs on the floor, it was we were not loo-nipping, Started wolf, maybe world is clear. inside/outside.
Instead of more, the listening goals into belittle natural behaviors. castaway like the night with finished touches of the Renaissance..ah ah ah.... The lemon on the rose behold, the angels like barefoot with the cool breeze. Light foots riding bicycles on the top of hopes dome. and now further reaches of the midnight drive in movie... I over hear it say your name three times before it transforms in to the book metamorphosis. Drivel was cut from the lettuce book... then cut/pasted into the names of what are you trying to explain, and how is it you manages to invade the overhaul, begin prancing down the hall, with civil beauty's an the government runs like all else reads nothing, the headlines were mashed with compromises, the juice for the transsexual nocturne love horn...negligence of the fourth and second. guttural song bird. Rendering the sample with history making over clamps the now fleeting f0ot hold. Fair skies but the skipping web rose sew buttercup dreams. crimped hair calmed hands... oh oh baby whats the whistling breeze on your neck. Da lamb was on the kitchen, the ham stutter staples, deductible between to cross strung guitar lovers. Statutory is mixed with the smell of beers, station in the milky way set play for the amusement of the cars. fake town with the plastic people, fake town with the card board house, fake town I'm all out of money and the coffee is made of latex and wax.
After-bitten phone cord wrapped around the pencil tip, led by the inquisition to pierce my butterfly collection with sewing needles.
Red like licked table top, sofa shipping the living stair case, winds the toy top and "I really would like to figure out why the light wont come on..."
Someones in the other cup, winking stair case now in a fold, behold the poker games came after he saw the boiling rice/poker face haste the making of the mother, Instead of watching soap operas the side-show was stealing coat hangaah's, "Was I me or the soap between my feet was wishing to limp home." Sitting in it's hangar the pillow of pills, dripping in the sight of powder in the nasal cavity which is something you dream about the pill ow! stuck into your brain.
My performed list of going to the dungeon half naked/cold/empty with the slight chance of rain. Digging in the graveyards backyard. The seats that rise from the ground, tissue forming limits. And now the ground features the latest of the blue boobies emulate, the assumptions of ghost stockings, pulled way to high, the thong untied the bow tie, seated viral of the stock-handled beach ball-ism, the scent of mammals the "go go going of something slightly more of achieving", house this brown mouse, the castle fungi in the sleeping quarters, dark pigeon now under a pedestal, your majesty in the guillotine, no helmet just the right arm twisted.
Sounds of a deli/slaughter house five minutes late... "Teacher, teacher with eh whistle!" But the bum is watching sight fully, there is no where to go just a silent movie road, that ends with a background set.
The rocks are PHhF-OAM!
Near sighted death experience with the saddle in the night, riders in the day, because the window washer hanging from your noose, that ends with your tongue so slippery wet inside your finger tips, salts in your nails, your tongue is now like sandpaper, and my tongue goes down like a gooey muscle.
Nails are hammered the noise is bearable but your flesh is torn with staples, scorn with the nimrod, the camel reels a particle movie about your ancestors travels, no where to turn just another movie set, with the lights filling the air, melting the butter skin... lights fall kill one by one, knights fall are killed one by one.
Now the sightless treatment, no medication for your oval mouth, seeping meadow now in your cold unattached email.
Your guilds in a rush to kill the spots of germ, bacteria you never cared about washing your hands until your life was at stake, stiff corn hands, with root tips, calluses and a moldy cheese plug, trees crowing off your butt-cheeks. Never again will it end the same way this time no movie set, just the studio exit, the end of the lot is a blot of white paint over the black construction paper billboard...
Another EXT. SHOT!
Darth tryouts aging, heart be ugh thwarting, non-oggies throw filters tougher. saw toted co-hitching, contour at the tight liable toes
.t p of Tho-the cigarette.
feedstuffs wand me, base cold blur swathe me, ping toes on the type misadventure, non cutouts of the caliph watching the much wanted, sip their shaven sumo.
bear, surviveolives theme strange cold flaw the non no shavegle
All spinning, partially devoured, 'touch' just because.
All spinning, but not insane, instance. wide as a galaxy, all under one name.
Pieces of this, Pieces of that. tomorrows CUT
Alas the button is undone. pants falling into a ravine, the plastic bags all torn open. they seep out lost garbage.
Unreal/undone separates. Listen for real.
WHEEL spinning, but it cannot stop the rhymes of a shaman, wild spoons that dig right into the surface.
They enter the wrong time, ride back to the sensible sun.
Ven ama fen mug. fashmasheee! enemengub , fashmasheee! lebbelenlub, fashmashee. FUNG!
Doinoit, doinoitapo... Doinoit, apouwloem. Soilonga, hem zoelema. Ark!
Discover gumshoe men,
nude or lewd...
The righteous handle, in the dirt.
forgot the sun, now its all the wrong way.
need someone to talk about nothing all the time, with out a response.
sand or water...
hand with the bucket, and it startled me.
dead head crabs, pinch sea's the coin is spinning, mind is high on anxiety, head spinning, tumbling, vibrating, ringing.
Salty waters all over the blank face. channels of glazed passions.
not enough of them care. staring eyes, that pierce through nada.
nowadays crushed, people-spiders, With the silk and shallow, now feet with the sheet. people like singing, hammering the door. all the people watching. not enough of them know.
That their heat is shrinking with the streets.
Why does the black face chirp? Cornfields... Minefields.... The rose is purple yes it is. walking down the road.
The fishermen reels the relic in. I need the vision of ceasar, A picture of how he would look now. I need a cup of moonlight... of water and sandpaper.
Indent the soft tunes. see the black clouds rising... Ghost ribbons the fly in the air. Your inside the tumbling pumpkin, he had issues.
Insert the coins, behind ..... .. the ear be hinge the rear view mirror, sucking up loads of relish. to reach for the flying kites....
man with the black face yellow, green and red print from a sponge
lovers hands on a pole black face man, white ink blot on his nose.
green and red print man.. white ink the black face blot on his nose
yellow, green hands on a pole man with face man on his nose.
on a pole lovers hands print from a sponge white ink blot on the black face
tub of ice. and watch your kidneys. I bet they dance. but that's springtime really shoes and stuff get this mind of their own.
and start walking and dancing with nobody I got freaked out. two a sweet boy like you would never break in uninvited. ...tsktsk...
I leave you in piece? or peace if you'd prefer I've decided I must find a stuffed animal now. well fix it, it simply will not do. blueberries though, it's weird back when being at school didn't make it difficult.
woman is a witch but apparently very bad at it growling and then suggesting I have less power than I do? cheesy and apparently they made some main character, he's my kind of guy. The Lobster or my mom.
mat crane in orange
the teddy bear resembling Frankenstein to practice my foreign language of choice.
I don't know your type, the style the slogan. they picnic.
Wondrous chanter.
fever bending pistol, noise deafening guitar.
ponder what is rude, stick gold in between the cracks of the floor.
She to was old melting by the fire.
The chatter was beginning to drown out the laughter. The swamp is calling out your name.
trumpet crystallized by your breath, he is on fire listening to the women in the wheel chair, vines alla round her legs and wheels. she no longer sings, speaks... voice to raspy.
Some love goes to the king, but most to the castrated jars. some seep love through the temple, and they slip... and hallucinate about the fog and and overblown statues.
Now its all in the sugary cream floating in something obscene.
Vulcan's parish inserts the dime, Tax collection junkie, sat on my lap, the filters was smoked up, ashes landed on my father he was smothered. Wrapping myself in blankets i begin to yell coal. Circle the dough, now hes inside making a quick phone call, window babies watching her watch movies... sitting on my lap a old dirty handkerchief. Watches on the floor, cancel my bargain with Niles virus... Smiling sympathy for the old arted, he is a drifter with someone on his tail, stepping on the wet pavement her name carved in his street. dinning alone circles and dots, finger stales and the sight of lights...litter the orange mangos. seek lighting bolts in the driveshaft, the orange submarines were in the second void, they were large sandwhiches encrusted with frozen piss.
I fingered my dirty thoughts out of my ear, rinsed my mouth out with crystal - clear water dreams......
Back yodel soooo! Piece of the cake. MISSING IN ACTION... Lost the crowns, and clowns. Shoot locus, then a bee. Frame it on the wall. Two coats of paint, and a pair of gloss. Nose pierced with emotions. Hose perched with commotions. Valve is sprung, must be undone. the slug on the armchair, no one can worry. Can't hear and say hurry. Not a bucket insight, the insect crawled. No longer had legs, The chair/stool.
Crispy solution, clear - see right through... Stained glass pictures. Why am I the one to spoil the fun? See through the masks. Fortune cookie flung across the floor. Now incumbere entry, to a denied story. and after us all was the time horses. the gallops set the gallows high. It sighed the rumbles in the earth broke off a piece of pie crust, crumbs to the floor in the working finger tips...
Some are poisoned, others walked to the door. Weighing the whine, getting ready for bed. Rain dreads hung from the licked bleached
Ingrid painted cavemam' what would I know? She painted the Kitchen next the coffee mug, innit slopes. in the food court. zed sent for you. a second tiny chair in place, ole swayback the goooood ole'ode. Snippets of the glove laying in the puddle I seen it in the moving pictures ahem is gold - blood - crying toys, Angel eyes peaking through the thought cloud, energy overcompensation, operas choked. between you, be chill... haven't you? Negative facial reactions, my nose twitched, lures naked, your universal sadistic book, your sabotage! To sand castles, blind men, good men...she's of a dream. Sardine pasture, lighted streets stenciling the lies bIg, don't know if I should touch the words, or let the poet caress them. Then placed me on the platter points to behind the dumpster, cold imbalance, over the sighing.
Un-ran... Now it's the delicious, Sappy nomad, Pink balloons in no mans land, Now the honey is dripping.
I seek the yolk... but it finds me. and the sugar blood oozes out the pen. Keyboard typing melody... The vibrating letters on the screen. Say beneficial, now it's to late. I ocean the feelings with tight scaffolding. It's definitely a dead end. Snipping the hay... defined by the dark contrast. Hard cure for your easy bones. Now you can help him. See the lotus form the cone head. In and out of tubular swirls. Hunger by the hugs, seeping hypnotized eye. Now it calls, but muteness didn't allow. Ink riddled sea stars. Noon crickets and I saw something in the lens. Pink all over my face... The rag was bleeding. and the sisters assumed, There was a crow in the corn fields...
The... Paper re-head man, blogged cabin homes. The towel soaking wetness, let water Icon slip. Desires cigar chopper... Dances with noise and bells... Hamilton the dead of the yard, stakeholder theatrical... see's three. Patriarch after the nan, Lomans jam session... Queer responses dance with fine needles... "say no more."
Sample the decade old, "if... and I know." The lickin' simple, savior dinning. den, sorry was the direct. diet core the bubble... "oh so messy."
Cable stretching skin tight with the knife point cultivating seniority, "Now I know and If..."
Pour knuckles down, the wind sock is purring, can the screech owl, attack the navel. with his peeking tom mentality. streets filed down to a solid number. telling her the secret nature. The night time rings, the nest waddles, the giver gabs away. dandelions that sing, saddled up and the windows is cleansed. how are you? I am sinking...it drips. now let us dance to the sawdust.
Over one large hill, Victorian house is crumbling in the street. My wheels take me to the next town over. Away from cankerous television - rotting air conditioning. Like the wind all purplish gold. bittersweet vine always on time. Which day is it? My feet take me to the next town over... where it is more peaceful and people greet you with a smile.
In my old town... The mural shows people evading the ruins and flames and coming to the next town over...
but it is just my old town... I prefer the next town over.
The town wreaks of raspberry bushes, and overgrown weeds. I see the horse crapping on the street. Lifted melodies from the swamps of black birds. The old store that I can not enter without removing the doorknob.
The streets are empty tiles in a forest. I ride to the next town over, to escape this old burning town.
Eyes seeping liquid out the tree inflamed nectarine. resonance sun..
I need to tell you, you... our my breath Catch you opened... save time for the watches ticking lets go home with grainy eye'd television.
Sunday watches over your pencils, gravy dropped when your crinkled nose stopped sniffing, I am legs with super nova.
Now go home button up forgot about the hole in your glass so topple on over next to the old chirping knee that bucked you like a bull.
(Blue remembers a pink candy soul )
Walking on my memories with blue roses steps on the sand, cold sand a frozen sea.. touches my legs, my ankles
Remembered ridiculous enamored butter, crows that form a rose, cold stepping sand, spider legs touch... The spinal embrace, my eyes saw blue roses in the dead sea.
Lie down on the green land watching the moon I saw your shadow kiss my face and you were gone…
I saw them Saturday waves ride by your “oh jeez smiles” that shadows face was gone off watching the green moon...
Big hands from the land keep me unmoved I want to run but still in here, alone in the desert of desires I am dust, blown by the moon wind I am your love, but still a cold sea Walking on my desert of memories
Stand-alone in endless ruts... Feet tickled with desire, behold the sand’s reflection melting soft tissue. Stand-alone dust blows the horn, desert love remembers the sea's assault cold moon spies over the swirling sand...
Pink flakes of candy hearts flow on the grey air... Lime candles all around, make a way back
The picture book leaves me lying in wait...internal insect’s fill the candy air. Pink candles waving the heart, flowing..
…And your eye’s a twin of the sea remember this infinite blue and roses
The sea slightly separates revealing the curious poets mind.
IGra So-GuI! Ishe do, dun di Doi Dunncy ky, goi doi dunncy ky!
So-iffy zu, So-iffy no nundi! Soem! Kreylore! SOEM-NO! Creynanny-OH So spunnsy oh! Oem see soem!
ORFACE! Soem icky SALSO!
Samples on the noon. cry sighing nights. sleeping time groan. lest we sip. now we forget sometimes in a wonder capturing the scene, now here's the blunder nails in the finger tips, caught a cold in the heat. Night time sweat drips, the forehead wiped away erased with a cloth, the dirty cloth now morning creeps up and hangs ya. I know the day will sizzle the eggs. The sun is melting the candle wax on your stomach
The leakin' faucet o!
On my head, On my head, On my head. Now I know the times to see the dust carried up with the spirit. No ones watching with wonder, no one painting the scene. Capture the moment with the mind.
Stepping stones, the mind a stepping stone. eyes stoned, eyes so cold, dreaming of dripping semen cries boy OH/Sea serpent skies in the trolls dream.
Camel wheel spinning, canvas bleeding, do not LOOK. Gee... I say... That's something to think about. whats this all about the cannon wheels stop and are stuck.
seeing the head beneath the dirt, I raise my voice summing the situation up! see the stars going inside the toilets swirl. Now I am the crowing crescent stain! Growing scent strain...
Stride threw the ear, whizzing sensations in the canal, the brain pumps OH baby it screams YOUISMS, can't control tomorrows call, the brain has stopping working bullets sprint pretty rainbows. Nobodies calling they comethcomers can't call you nothing...sorry bodies that rose but didn't submerge i came to the top but then I hit the rock bottom, something spring sing the opera house, cleaning sales the back room vacuum is sealing the bulkhead, seas vibrant denial..housing Me's and you'd the stable holds the mules...mounts menu...see right through the blouse, catch the glimpse of the nevermore, ceiling time the dope dazzled ramblers, steering time with a muzzled beak. the hearing waits for the fish, can i arrive before my principles are filled, water overboard, now the time to realize your own faults, the rip-pit rapids, rampage in your nails. rails the glass-strophic effect shatter bones, the main nights failed to read in the dark, coaster binges the palepeeledpelledyakkingyackinga nun.
Pikatent, Low mohvi! secrent soso, secretion. Sing sin, soboe OH....... Hus Hus I donno Y-OH.. Hungreg, hun red the fish. Or the sun blazing, sweats each re-arch.
The fungal mental, sippitoe... Temmenal say menal, menial arghts. Rights to the sun chiming. see the earth turn, burn alearn. see catty, mouso...thee friends say bai is ken ken gai gloonanoo. sanifrani i am mon sole. or reaching stars... see greese, the bees. sea breeze pay ma fiva dol. seg, seg seg...segretmento, segretmento. I donno...say seesa gaga manny momma lan.... pretty be be pretty be be. sea crowing, calming sensra, gotta her on my back. say i donno... the lone cone gone go...oh no.
Cig-say-more...or bore or... Defense-cig, lay say more of... Sippin', can you still ah!
Leave miss sin, sea by the see. Deci meter, deli cate clay si more. Decedent... summon her.
Les acoba, wee wee wee. Strum sea, say by by abba. Sick, and six tan.
Overshadow by.. say.. boo om.
I am running, seesaw, say low.
Glow, the bright sun. Sea salt often...stale, alley ally...cig...table.
Sontada zu! Sontada zu! Enyist juchu soe su, Enyist I know apai tu! Enyist Ida sata omme lo cabreata... ZO ZUUWAAH! AH! Sontada zu! Sontada zu!
Sai.... Sai gatta gatta goo! Gatta gatta goo! SAI.... Sai gatta gatta goo!
gatta GOO!
SAI AWAHOH!
NANOE ZU!
Sav losta fru solasta fru,
Sai sasta lasta fru solasta lasta fru.
Semme semme coalo su coalolo su semmy amalu saya amalu.
Cata data frack am man doo,
So lata dodo sue,
semmy semmy
asta koo, lastacasta nuu...
Julu javada same SA sova lA.
Sahaybeh hay so yestava...soi soi sava so soi.
Dai do dav dava da doi dai dai dai dada dava dai, doi!
Lavloi lava liva noi,
soi sava soi semm sen civvy civvy sen soi!
CrellistiVA AVA!
Sig sava so lee,
semyai solicky dava doi!
Sem sippy sava soloi, so lov seI!
Swan free!..sa!... satura! SA! SA! ...SAA!
...Sarreal sun zoo sav ...ahhahhhawhoaoa!
SA! SA! SAAA...
Hemenlow.. enneson.. liv lo...
Henra see semenfra! sa! sa! saaa...
enlow se! swamafeel lovsee!
luck... lettisus fruc!
OOO CHI!
les froo sa!...ra!...
semenfrile lo! love so!
sem real lov... it's so sone so really sav... Swan free! SA! semmyfrom! su! su! su!...
Heart bleeping... Harp bleeding.... Over productive, over dramatic, obsessive lost fugitive. dingo travelin'
hes out back raking...what is left of the...then he leaves...someday, overalls, never Nostradamus...then something occurred, made me think, then it was thought.
I must be traveling on...see ya. Hard plowing, herd pounding,
never seen her eyes open..shut.
Ding Ding, See I came to the front door first, it is more fun, down and out, cut...paste edit...suicide with the razor blade...give me an F.
Happy..or sad who cares.
Zone out, zoom in. center focus, dead beat, hot seat, savior, .DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN. DiD
NOTHING!
Don't project your boos toward the speaker. Teeth controlling, ripping enamel. Swamped endings, leveling somethings pores. Zen huffing slipping on the snow. Sleep beneficial nightmare, death by the clubhouse. Symptoms of to much time in the den. Ink willing to sleep on the cold sheets, never dreaming. featured in the films, luxury jets. laid out in the sets, the sheets covered in paintings.
I DON'T GET IT!
Desperate thinking tucked away in the kitchen cupboards.
...FUN...
There's a line where you stand, and wait.
Waiting for the heavy rains.
Figures leaning...man, woman...leaning.
Somebody watching - listening to our thoughts reading newspaper.
Shredded newspaper all over the floor, The dune does not dissipate, we see the silver airliner shave the tip of the mountain. The quails callin'...winter to emerge from the whistles and the sponge soaking the sores. Now's the time to reveal. Electronic mincer...shes for real.
Repetition in your love, holding delicate flowers, white beds in a field.
See the fire wind, combine with your heart.
The man still plays on the roof.
waiting to fall, the train falls
her lengthy fingers divide the spirit
My knees deny me...
...falling... ...Can't catch myself just yet.
(You suck the marrow out of me........ ...Peculating me from the inside...) Pull me from my outer shell, force me in a box. Now she talks slowly, lips moving like a ballerina...
Folded swan, rich cemetery lawns...The six legs pulling off the torso. Feeding the wild hawks withered dust.
"I saw through a lens, underneath my pillow...."
I don't think so........You don't have to explain no more......her hearts a putrid honeycomb.
The same name becoming sentences. Cursed with chalky breath. Pinkish death coal. Printed .ON.
....STONE....
Give some one a hand so no one struggles... Camouflaged on the ground, no one there to help. Broken frame, titled madness. Something pressing.... Needs your HELP!
Down in the gutter, filled with so many chemicals. Give the guy a hand, Left out in the woods all alone. Tis the season...salad hands, Train coils around the shoes...
To nowhere special, hands not helping. Gun barrels all around your head. Faced plastered..poster on the billboards. Frame still charbroiled...glasses fall off. Give'em a hand.
Deaf white space, dew drops meow. Safety procedure on hold, The lessons caught. red footed...
"They would come to listen"
Nomads empty coffin, pipes of the cathedral melt. Lets make it right, lets see how its done...
Noise in a pose, devils breach the moon. Clementine wine sips, charming in the rocking boat.
"would they listen"
pulsed neglected inside balloons, wind softly churns your butterfly stomach. when the water stills, The noose is lowered into frame.
"O0oO0hhh?" "farewell Hellbent" "meant well" "sorry angels" "has a lotta dough in the pocket, combed hair..." "pickin blackberrys" "sounds Weird" "HUH?!?" "mhmm...all over again..." "has rice...balls" "gave me a flash light" "whatever, your nickles on the floor" "gotta lot goin' onnnn" "when he was younger" "chunks of duck noodle" "peel the gross" "square outta of that" "photo..." "apples not rotten, ghosts strip poker." "what?!?" "war, warm...soft..cool..sleazy, win, day, nuclear fall" "Out."
Zoo, having kids. whitening....pathetically programs...trees.
Unnsud, cotch meh bi lemena goodcatch mehbI III/mehbIII seeneowow...meownound how wee.
Sudda fruc, gremma mehbi catch mehbI III...
eye say'b alova lug lova lova lova lug hun suuda wee, Kammi so do weei, soda so dooowe, soda so dooowe sodaweee, lackhow wa see ma sola aveee... sola aveee... men men hole...wa Sola aveee... nod wick nod wee...wa solava wee...nu nu nuluuwo...wa
Ticick nod wee, absoultu TA! WE... Listva bo beee, no wade a su, so la wee. Nod we sola veee, sem sem solacka sem semso wei. Eye-say'b-lov-cotchmehbi-eye-eye. luv-cotchmehbi-luv shuc-meebi...
I was sitting back trying to make it change, lunges at me night and day, saw the listening telephone. ran so fast, faded away. Now the new whack, Number 2. The explosion in the luke warm yesterdays............................. I never ended it correctly, never began to do it right. Now the sirens cracking, and the shades of grey are caught in a web.
Now I'm angled correctly looking back at my ancestors, History books projected as a popcorn movie. Leftover napkins, now I handed them over to the law. Coastline driving by. Now It's being stopped, halted by the fame. river bend coasting lazily, her heart was soft but hearty... It's naked ribbon dress peels the banana ripened by you.
saving, shaving, put you down on the raft see you next spring, lingering sidewalks. choking or caught on the barbs...now...time...leaps. raking the channels for the goofs. Entering the turn of the pages.
Never ever came back on a Friday.
What if I...Blank stares across the swampland. Finally I was to stay glad...Well the first man trippin'. Winched out the catacomb, the honey dew drippin'. Screams across the band stand, water poured for many hours... Some did not say, or stay. They sat or stood, what was it...the small man did ask. Feeling the back of the naked necklace, feeding it to the dog whores. Sooner... he got it all right, Oh sooner... he came through.... Sooner... he came to see all the things he went through. All hes gotta reach for.... is someway to go... To many trails to follow, nectar sippin'to long.
All that walks on by, strive for the moon. Call...f-or.. for-the... for... the wind, and then order the sun... to go away.
My cold wind, daddy railroad. trains run, sea soared, road roared mountains. danced sailors, for meee... hawk might see rivers... but I never did wonder how I got placed in something withering... lingering in time, when you combine the ribbons that have been cut. Upward angles at the poem, to many eyes glued, googly. Live show, the limited raven heads chirp chiropractor sipping corn wine. a man slipping on the time, reels show you in reverse. Tell me more about your interview, close the shot with faded creams, white powder and a fake shark smile................................................................................................
Bodies gogogogo, floors under the head. Leave it up to circulation, microbebeauty... dull and bland, trumpets tripled. sunk in sinks, leaning over the railings...watching it snowowowow, for a little while links of dappled paints dripped, tops the charts. whaaa...at is it?! the unlimited big one. same time...very lame. cripples.
There was an eye, no mouth some soothing sounds of water. When the window is shut you shut it all out. deep within'............................................. Something started to bubble. Wishing aftermaths. Conductor challenged. Gunned tooth greased upside down, like loose laces, loose finger nails. A hamburger for dinner...No side dish, your sipping on acid, the losers who build the kingdom inside the prison. Tough flesh sickened................................. P.S. with the spinning gears, and the charbroiled brain, and the simple sentence to describe the motions your head is feeling.
Loneliness sidewalk, devious, back stabbing....back roads, horse flies swarms... automatic woman... (from a poem) drifting softly.... her eyes reflects "the deny". I forget the feeling of the sun. and prepare to sneak in the smell wild raspberries... My eyes see you, funding the end... with your lies....
My eyes see you... holding a sign, looking backwards seeing nowhere, inna house-car rolling to the tides.
sleep time baby, with your ears in the pillow, sink your teeth in some sin, lets your conscience begin... dream softly underneath the willow...
sorry my eyes don't see you, dead man floating in the water... making it awkward. never to meet you.
my eye's begin fry, underneath the earth the ground bakes... see the sun and what it takes.
Busing the french Listen to the dark horse, seldom in his private chambers.
Or welcoming the brides to the chopping block.accumulating the fishing film.
she day was wilting in a shadow with some month of may hue of tones and copper sponge.
I was well and wished for the best, and the mentions of the rest.
Gone on find fringe clash of cracking doors, and creaking doors,
The dust off the spoke, and something more and feeling gore.
Powder on the nose, cats fun with the kill harks. Jumble mumble on the phone why is it taking an hour. See back the setbacks, only in the past, in a row. salad walks for miles on Sunday. in tight linen or stripped vests. listen to the oboe...out of tune.
Whistling in the front porch to the bake sale groans
I see the lessons, glisten on a marathon..
so many days later. Afternoon... when it is HOT...
°°°°°°
Possessed or charmed to liquor or black wrist doves.
Ribbons before six feet under, sand withers my fevers.
righteous an welcome to feed sliding fingers in a mound.
Underneath the earth, covered, down under.
clammed up in shoe boxes, A toilet rim of phobia. cause worthy, fainting on stage with phantom mask. Gloves with wings, and carrying bullet belts. chard milk with it's hint of giving thanks. hist' Now in the gutter, men scoop it out.
Guild worthy a fist of boulders, now in the back of my shoe my foot burns, miles on miles, but my eyes are tearing out my glasses, bulging out of the lenses. hands in the septic. cashing in or growing over a rotten field, i mourn for all, in desperate times, day after day, riddled with time. watching me, when in doubt, the movie rolls are eyes glued. no speaking English, just murmur words to me. patiently waiting for that ME to arrive.
sand filled feet. destroyed hands. lemon'd eyes.
Falcon On a Prosthetic arm. Unlike the wild berry lofts, cascaded in the lovely dew of nobles. Serious lenders to the psychic lies. appetite deniers the falsehood of noodle-breath.. In to the winters bed.. sleeping in wishing wells. rhymes on the world flat end. castrated at the desk, by my former idol. protect them in your golden arches. watch them in the center eye, eye always watching, tales of your mystery. catching driving and smiling.
Everything double spaced, can't contrast the sign. Can't compete always in the blur. triumphant warthogs...dwindling the trees. say no witness, says no more. evermore, now everything has gone sour. seeks the blind tears in the moon. devouring aftermath, flying pigeons swiftly through the window. heart wretched house, floorboard creaking. seek wishes in the dark, farther they went down town. squeeze the fluid right out of the toad. down and out, all about the window with the wind creeping in.
Just perfect, Since the evening is righteous, wind is close your lips don't speak. Super carrier, in the mind ... ghost still hung them all of the red storm churning. Your a dead head, slept in real late yesterday closet. in the he asks
He held the hands of everyday. He is a tyrant, and his primary flight control buttons I ignored him.
Sore from the nectar, climbing from the envelope sprung up into the butterflied, ran down to the house of cards.
Just perfect Super carrier in the mind. He held the hands, Sore from the nectar butterflied, ran down Since the evening is righteous, wind is speak. In the mind ... ghost still hung them all the red storm churning. Your a dead head, slept in real late yesterday in the he asks of everyday. He is a tyrant, flight control buttons I close your lips don't of closet. and his primary ignored him. Climbing from the envelope sprung up into the to the house of cards.
A splitting ha-ha, hahaha-ha, Wishing my head could split that way. Answers in the book, involved two waiters and a cook. Job like that, got no money. what do we say to them? whats her name? yreeaadyaadygooogooo.
Shes using hers, hes going to their house.
Interior of the head, splicing watermelons, shifting neon belly. Head bobbing, teeth showing... on stage,I'm just teeth and lips. inspired to clench, and grind, freaked out on them storing his place in a neck blister. hand clenched...all talk...all wink Speed balling
loin', hands with this little title, flying on the road.
Didn't you learn his lesson, hit lucky. nailed. are you standing there...drive by the road real slow. give me my respect. whats that on the road, watching a movie. Promethean road inside the reins. teeth ripped off.
Pretended you know the close, Ia the truth, This hasn't expired all clean now. Gettin' the poorboy off, new work for a mud jabbed in the eye, side of. You sure you want to do it yet. WHAT! I wondered. Thought why I let my hair gel, make sure the drool. Jump why? It hasn't been clear car, and before you go out... I didn't know that. shh, OH you, yeah need... cool arrow that hat... whatsit it it... I am already hot, bot flying, but on wires. I hurt, going down, do that I'm two womb trimmed, can your locked. to...........................................................................
Timeout, overactive pistil onward Solomon, to devious for baking, inside the dime, he feeds like the rotten coward, mine functions he is a fungi.
"Reaching out over something!"
(naked cold uninviting and most of all disturbed, cold naked and most of all forgotten and devious forgetting it self ina moist cave alone and isolated metallic bars hold him, lets relase it in space and get rid of it.)
The time we forgotten, it's still in the works, grinding gears, in the works of many authors great books still cracking the rip on the backends of the TIME is still ticking and I wish I could just stop and breath for a second or two, but it's a constant pressure always. .
.close your eyes . . . . . .close your eyes.
They arent sure, pre-growth, nailed, on accident by reminders. knicked, they monsters of the neck, brain still wet and pink. feel down.
It's always on the mind whats perculating me inside out, walking out on a surface, time is bubbling, something is crumbling feeding it way through some tunnels. joints and funks and house ...now and again, The sleep is taking up time.
Bubbling Inspector, feeling two rolls of toilet paper, Get up walk away, Smear the dice, ruin the game, the show, our entertainment. Read between lines, see small prints, limited prints of your favorite film ushered in by wailing synth.. was watching her, watching me, watching the insides burn and melt. it wouldn't be right blind folded buffoon, stepping on my toes. inches away from my nose a samurai wields his breath away. to many tidal waves are crashing against me. rough landing on red skirts. loss of blood, can no longer stop the dam from breaching, handle wood. costing me a fortune to run a saloon. fictional super meal, with extra linen, her feet on the window sill back towards the wall, with bitter sweet intertwine around her overall so... she filled my dreams with adventures, soaking wet all over the floor...in games. featuring oddly enough for the weakest ones...lending me some time. cannot complete this question, leave it blank like your stare now a photograph that is worn and old, wish it was new again, like that basketful of stairs. who knows how the masks looked, but there are many to choose from. window wishing, the cold street nights, always need a place to relax feet off the ground cold wet ground in need of some answers. but cant say no more to you.
Measly,
.Fin.
A menu, lasting, a rage to dual,
final minute,
Job...Message,
.to dual.
Final job... g o d Ala job... sage to Dur.
Lonely swirling fly, Bystander walk on by...injected with infected love and interested in insects, walks on all fours, backwards neck and a ferry boat breeze I got sick, with it on my shoulder some festering tumor, and the weight of the egg in my head/sprinkles of flower peddles warm summer moments cursed by cold windy nights, scatter with glass physics.
Unless I am the devil, I walk inside the Internet. Willing to forget foreknowledge just see the world in the now, but if you understand the killing, the take you'll receive.
The interest in dying, the future lessons to come, seeing it, calling it out...wanting it's message glimpse of the fowl the lone storm waging pictures with the light bulbs, cashing in the right check, will receive nothing, but I was walking pony's glisten with oil.
Eye on that..learning more...A leaner majority taking you and their ahead of the game, likes to sign it himself.
Reestablish the goals, never made the NO appear. Hear us before a camera no judge... more rules/just Limbo in the loads.
Starts to blame, a chess game takes a dive into a sea train, car in the night, high contrasted lights flickering from shortage in power, pay for the accident forgive they gun, they grave speaks silence, with a bird so beautiful but had no beak.
The tree's grow lager from the clearing house and tower over the homes, bittersweet vines wrap around me and the world, we are claustrophobic and are being buried in weeds, conserve the emotions of the flowing river, with dyes from the mill.
I found some old poems on deviant art and looking back they were pretty good considering I just started(17 yrs old) writing didn't really know much about poetry, didn't like poetry for the longest time, I didn't like these before but I like them now. A lot different then how I usually right now.
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Panic Button:
In front of you, Bloodshot, Muscle tearing smile, Trying not to be the fool, Crying... Worrying inside, It shows on me, in droplets of sweat Scared, I hope some words come to mind... “How was your day” No, Just play it cool, Quiver in my stomach, Face beat red, I wish I was dead, Danger, Hit the panic button “I need to go!” I Cower off another lost opportunity...
Twisted deformed child, Motionless in the dark, my body feels drawn, Cold black room Drowns me in darkness, Terror and sorrow, My only option To watch the child.
The silence was broken, Chilling whine of the dead, distorted time and space, the ever changing twisting . . . disfigured . . . Face.
The torture of his whine, I cried out for help! The head is spinning The noise. . . Oh the haunting noise . . . It’s face so young, The child I once was, The twitching, morbid movements, in it’s face. . . aching feeling inside, the horrible ringing The child’s head shatters!
Into pieces of black and grey ash that fall over my ever-changing body, As I breathe in the new day . . .
Cold barren wasteland, Nebula of sand in the ebony sea, No sound, No movement, Just miles of sand, Stuck in stone, Far from home...
My status is non existent, Suspended in time, No Sound, No movement. Just piles of sand, Frozen in time, Stuck here for a long time.
Ocean’s of Dust, Gravity missing, No sound, No movement, Statue of age, withered by the gloomy past, wondering how the time went so fast...
Lonely soil, Body in pose, No sound, no movement, Just nothing, Life doesn’t move, Time doesn’t turn and no sun to return...
Dirt
Skeletons spitting there lies watching babies cry, down the side walk I see the fountain glisten in the sun, mud over the eye lids downstairs is where to be never ending stairs I cant get down to there, where ever it leads I’m sure it can end it all. To many people walking up I’m the only one going down, I see animals and they lie dead road kill or better yet stair kill, the trash over floods the lower basement to much trash I see to many unwanted beings they stare like always they only see my out line, my mind reacts like time bombs thoughts explode one by one I see people swimming in piles of garbage they love it, they reek of it one old man in a tube is eating endless nacho’s and throwing up cheese, EW disgusting how can these people be human, I must be in another room, or maybe I’m just looking in the mirror, in this room of mine, I see cats outside the window skating on grass, listening to music, played by the tree’s, they play a nice harpsichord, I love the pines organ solo, I see the dirt rise, many insects want me dead, they put me in there jar and watch me bleed, my never ending wound I cant heal the pain is to much I wanna fly but sometimes it’s to much, the sun is to hot because they torture me under the magnifying glass, to much turf to walk I get tired every breath I take is like a breath of fire, unarming my soul as it melts, I see many of my insides dripping on the floor, I just want a coffee, so I wont fall asleep if I fall asleep I could be trapped in a dream forever, I don’t want to experience hell I just want my reality to be clean, to much dirt it rains on me every day, over flowing my home, the rugs are now dirty with red dye I can’t see the floor I once knew. My mother will be pissed, I will cry and clean the world.
Untitled
Tunnel vision, the vision is you. Heart beat, skin sweet time drips slowly by. Drip, drop, drip, drop, Savor each moment. Your precious treasure, protected by obsession, suddenly nothing else matters. Doing this, performing that, Jealous eye’s, watching every move, she lies, she cries, what is it she wants? Indecisive, over possessive, damn let this feeling go! One and only, no one else for me, it will be the end if she cant have me. Drowning, choking, drinking up tears, To much... Fears...
Never ending cycle, I always end up here, to writhe in pity, until you appear.
Do you?(I don't like this one so much)
Apart from reality, Do you dream of me? Does my image flow through your Head? Thoughts absorbed into the Brain! Does my body haunt you. Leave you wanting more? Do you think of the time we’ve never had? Will you remain voiceless hide in the crowd, And remain in your shell. Do you dream of a change? Someone new, Do you dream of anything at all? Is it all lost in panic, distrust and confusion? Does my heart engrave your mind, do I stain your eye’s, with an ever lasting image? Do you wonder what it could be like? How many times have you thought? How many times have you ever dreamed? Does my appearance intrigue you? I hope I make you wonder.
Island-
I want to be stranded On a tiny island just for me.
I want to hear my own voice to look out to the distance, and have nobody to see.
I want my best friends to be my wits and; a tall coconut tree.
I want the loudest sound, to be the soothing sound of the sea.
I want a mirror of water, a waterfall for my shower, and a hole for me to pee.
I want silence, except for the acapella chimpanzee's.
I want to be left alone, lay in the sand, and let the waves ride over me...
All I want is to be stuck on a deserted island!
- (excerpt) Fish face, upright primate, Fleshy bag of water.
closet in the sea
Egg nesting in the palm of my hand,
the water flows between my toes,
Angel perched upon a Branch,
Owls stalk the midnight rat,
I stand below the mammoth mountains,
I leap the fields of corn.
The grass is my feet’s pillows,
Water flows on and on.
I wonder where I should go next,
I had to go soon,
The sun is leaving,
I walk on by the tongue,
It licks me by the train station,
let me go on to the next point,
where will we go, will we only stay awhile?
Hardly unzipped my eyes,
Only to many times,
have I done this before,
I went to the beach,
where I found a shell,
The shell was my face,
Without it I was jelly,
My friend was a starfish,
it sucks me dry,
Please leave me alone,
in a closet in the sea.
Elevator:
Elevator doors open slowly, static all around, under a microscope, experiment after experiment , go in, Going up? Walk in, the elevator is black, and you can’t hear yourself breath, a presence behind you, “get off my foot!” Your not alone, seek the corner, bam you run into a small man, Sorry sir, he falls stiffly, a mannequin, what kind of story am I in? Get me out quick find a resolution, Please put THE END, oh how bout I leave, But where is the door? Choking atmosphere, squeezing toxic air, sweaty carcass, rubbing your soft white baby skin, your suit is ruined, fuck the suit! Your soul is contaminated let me out! were still only on the 42nd floor, but where is the top?
Flick the light, takes a while, There lies the frozen slab, Tip toe, over the quick sand Rug... Creak, crack, Thud! I lean back, and fall onto the spiked slab...
Squirm, twist, and shout! Crack! The spine and the back, bugs squirm... Insects crawl, all over my fragile skin... Worms eat my back, Struggling... As I writhe more through the night. The covers I hold melt to my skin, but provide my only comfort, from this torturous slab, oh how I twist and turn...
The moon is bright, I move, and turn, crack, creak, slam, in the night, I scream, “Oh let me slip away into a dream!”
Perfection:
Face, In stone bust sculpted in marble, a body forms, on the checkered kitchen floor, each part carved by emotions... Creating a special kind of life, the perfect form, the crack of the hammer, smoothing the edges, and the body is formed, I walk under the stone shavings, they pelt me till I bleed... I am lost within the creation.
rooftop
Column of stone, slamming iron, smoke arises from the depths, The sound of people’s words... Mashed together in my ears, smorgasbord of sound, echos through the dark pavement, I see only but a gutter and two french whore’s, lying in blood, filth and the world’s shame, A child’s boat floats on by... A cesspool of blood, filth and lies... Mysteriously, money is sprawled across the cold street. I see a young boy humming his church tune, alone he experience’s the sight of death, with out a hand to hold. Frighten little child... I alone on the rooftop, see only the thinnest tightrope, leading to my destiny, I begin the voyage, one foot after the next, gently creeping like a spider with his prey, Marbles sprawled across the atmosphere, Hungary giants sitting in the clouds, their stomping feet make the rope sway. I slip on the marbles and die one horrible death... Seriously I’m telling you... Crimson red, scattered slimy innards and a couple shattered limbs, I look like a hamburger, that was just thrown up, but looking at my body from here, I think... clearly...
Frame slanted in my head, Cranium is melting, sizzling fatty meat, greasy bubbles burst, standing on the stool alone, waiting for the knee’s to shake, slave of the room, grainy air, disintegrating image, vent devours microscopic cells, just ripples in the sand, cobwebs in the frozen edge, marker for years to come, bones conjoin, to the Earths core, roots entangle in my skin, veins release in a violent slithering thrust, Eruption of crimson ink, splashes across the canvas, please put me back together... fix my broken parts... I’ve been postponed way to long...
I am at the dinner table, I do not eat, wonderful, colorful, plentiful Food, littering the white cloth, each dish goes by, They skip me, I can not eat, mouth won’t open, I can’t feel my finger’s... Now there’s no more food, They pray, then gorge themselfs, All afternoon, through the night, watching the beasts, devour their meals...
I want a piece... Just one piece... But they don’t listen, slapping wet lips, clinging sharp fangs, screech of forks, They smother their faces, leave me for last... leave me in bones, how could they gobble up every piece of me?
Caught up in my throat, quit staring at me with your dead eye's Skeleton carcass, with it's cold look from it's darkened eye socket, will you dance with me, make me feel at home? Or will you let me rot in this moist cave? hear voices outside, can I go leap in the fields, and stick my face in the river? with my toes in the sand, Rainbows in the palm of my hand, float on a cloud, let it rain where it's dry... I wait... Listening to the ticking clock, slouched... on this jagged rock, throwing pebbles, in a bloody well, Wishing I wasn’t chained to your bones.
Molten clay, forms the face of my fears, crush them I may, but they will return, faster down a street, panting, memories play back, in the puddles I see. Stomping each one as I run down a dead end, only to make more, the more I stomped, the more they came to be... Soon I would be in the cold, wandering in the ice. I meet an old friend along the way, she tries to catch up on old memories, I just float in the puddles of my fears.
Connected by fate It happened on that date, together as one tight like a ribbon, crying together your head on my shoulder.
Growing as one at least we have someone laughing... Crying... Singing... When I do, your stuck on me like glue.
Some need separation but we stay and keep this relation two souls as one your head feels a ton but we know two heads are better then one.
I know inside my head , this isn’t real... I need to sit down, and finish this meal... The tension increases, and my stomach folds, Crazy thoughts running through my head, should I go lay down on this bed? I’m being trampled by thoughts, Sweat on my face like polka dots. My legs become Jello, and my heart says “HELLO!” It falls to the ground and then gravity surrounds. My brain drips from my skull, usually my life is so dull, But I’m swaying and saying, “This isn’t real!” my face falls into my meal, and then everything goes away... Static and noise This is hard to enjoy “Am I Dead? Am I dying?” My eyes re open, my heart comes together, and all I can say is “I’m glad that’s over.”
In the corner it waits and breathes, it echos as the vent heave’s late at night it sits, we enter the digits, the lights burn bright, the cords unite, the sparks ignite, and then it turns midnight.
Dust kicks into the shining light as the creature reveals it’s insight. The clunking sounds of cold metal, the wires settle, the gears petal, and then all goes quiet.
The creature speaks as the sound of metal creeks, the dust kicks and Rust flicks to the ground, all turns black, then the lights click on, time stops ticking... “The meaning of life, the universe, and everything is...” The creature glitches... and then all goes black again
Me and the Machine:
I’ve been placed here all alone to experience the great unknown, to fulfill my species quest, I sit here waiting in this metal nest, floating in a tin can with bolts and screws and things...
I hope that this will stop this irregular machine, just keeps spinning, my nightmares just beginning till we reach our stop, will it ever let me think... Will it ever let me wake...
Covered in metal My mind falls apart, like that last fallen pedal, of that last dying rose on earth... The memory of you seems so far away, earths memories are lost, but that’s just part of the cost, when your part of the machine.
All my memories are gone no more thinking of emotions, or the wonderful sounds of the oceans, just the sound of machine, is all I need.
I am part of the project falling in to darkness the great unknown... Further and further Into nothingness.
Black Hole:
Floating on my twin sized bed, flying through the ebony black, I see the stars far ahead, Out in the universal light, wishing the stars weren’t so bright.
Cosmic energy flowing within, warping to nothing the journey begins, Into the swirling dust I go, Out here in space in time, all my memories are erased.
Down through the wormhole the magic has begun, neon blue and orange to, Black and light flashes about, My tormented soul fills me with doubt...
I hold on tight to my blanket that turns to yellow sand, I grab my pillow tightly it turns to stone unsightly, then I ask my self “Where am I now?”
Evolution:
Pumping information into the brain, flashing images like acid rain, truth and lies mixed into one, our mind the TV, evolution has begun.
Interpreting it’s point of view, processing the images through, seeing the outside, but blind to the inside, Our eye’s the camera, transformation almost done.
Letter’s and symbols, and the faded voice you hear, Buttons are the lips that sends the message to the ears, Communication from afar, the listener you never saw, the ears and voice the cell phone, evolution has won.
In the center it runs it all, the massive machine, so very small, the massive pumping machine, that runs the body, our heart the microchip, Evolution can not be un done.
Our body so cold, and mindless. Manufactured by our evil ways, our kind can not pray, for better days, For we our the our own creation, the machine. Titan: Second earth
Away from it all, my past life I can not recall, the earth seems but a distant dream, or some b-movie scene. Secluded on Titan so far from home.
This place is dry and windy, I can not see the sky, way up high, I image earth, But it is nothing, just like this civilizations birth.
Our supplies are depleted our program has been deleted, when will we get out of this dust, The weather isn’t right, The sand is to bright The cold is unbearable, I might be here forever, how terrible...
Experiment: Memory loss
Placed in a chair, without any of my hair, Strapped down by iron shackles, eyes open by steel clamps, The scientists grin like champs, they pop me a pill and my vision goes down hill cable running out my mouth, I feel the cold, my mind goes south.
I find myself in a white oblivion, Yellow red and green wires tangles around my body, metal shards implanted in my skin, overheating metal on my chin forcing me to grin, metal clamps hold my mouth a gate, a shadow comes from within the light, I try to focus with all my might, I try to remember our last hug, in his hand a giant plug.
Inserting the prongs, erasing the wrongs Trying to keep the memory of you In my head your in view, just then the passion grew, If I only knew... If I could only remember who you were...
The Presence,
Behind the black veil,
It does not speak,
in darkness and fear
it hides...
The tug of the strings
our puppeteer
I refuse;
Snip my strings
I am free!
The cold silent nights
You never answered...
I cried out!
Uncomfortable silence,
I don’t need you anymore..
you can find them all here. http://dudeee.deviantart.com/gallery/#writing
Mother ship, Left over dust, dead finger nails on the sheet metal echoing screams deaf space.
Lake lies rusted, Synthetic organs. Mother in a tin can. A lost traveler......
The mysterious visitor comes to the wooden door. Waits three knocks... Turns around... and returns to his black car.
"Did not see his face, could not recall his name."
Sad weathered willow, it's silhouette creeps across the wall. Red cardinal calls... A small pool of my reflection.
The spinning wheel, babbling brook sings. Raspberry bushes in the breeze. Feet walk softly, barefoot.
shameful Held replica of you Dopiness A banquet old shake the barley grass Till it satirical of a banquet, blades of grass. Saw the happiness, till it left. organist...likewise... originality hap.. mania... left
Tetons in the mirror... Dead chipmunks make no music
rear view snake into the cauldrons
of momentary prolapse.
(ggoooodd stuff)
spake zarathustra.
Strawberry tango lingers on on on a lion rose, in the red lion pose, you better run. run. run, Annoying commercial bombardment, Worms of the woe. Gotta take!... Shes in the room alone, better run run run. Call-devil each other. calm and never cool man gives up. Book a room oh look around... to the moon. so hot to peppers on the ceiling twinkles as they walk back. On the road again, with an outside onna peak, vents steaming.
Swan meets a replica. Lakes crate and some devils. Blind husband, was overall glad. empty tables.. crumbs... still some.
Screaming bridge, Dead stare of a chipmunk, eyes watering, going fast. sky always fading...
Neat hands, hands in pocket. Cracked sidewalk, swirling wind. Smell the gasoline being burnt. Sand paper skin. [l..X/l]
Tack thing, exaggeration alright bye drag that thing, claustrophobic...rectangle... room...on a cart wheel..okay give Five Thirty.......white and orange... Everything goes out black... You just left. cold heated wheres those?! UMM line back to the wall. I thought we should. NO! pay for it. RipppOff They gotta owe me thank you.
Next thing I know I'm there with coffee...see ya... later...CYA!! !noisy hours later Thirty feet long crew is framed for delay. the real steel wind labeled...or Fifteen hundred here's how it works. fiery river of ha.
Metal bit off extra heal, butterfly struck by civil war bullet.
neat pockets, hands in pockets.
BBB lips
corm studio
lice offering
the black and scope
cold hands with a vagel
hum zzz and the raddle gates riddle beum
embalmer coffin
slam<><> slums
the right eous
soux,<><><>
bankwet
lien
line
linen barrels.
(0(0)0)
the lens.
been bo crime tans
in the black
sandals
window faker
likes balls.
noir
clammed up
claustrophobic in your face wide angle soft link to the riders of the purple sage. ah ah!? think you got him,, KILT HIM!?!
INSIDE! DOES! IT!
Land pasteurized beats no food, lonesome dove pray home lordy dolls, a crotch given named ham. some day! all of us come home! sweet tasty ribs... salmon on the side river flip flapping good times with the roll over minutes scratch the ticket, with the real someday name on the envelope didn't like the movies, popcorn frenzy grease lighting sheen baby hows the kids? watch over the reruns ran over, babies faith wheel white tails, deer tails calls the Gaul and the hole in the wind. stick with you in the house clued in whether the nylons were tight buttock showing in a striped thong, when the windows clashing feud between two types of birds, and it's mother hen calling washing her hands, fence the berries be gone, bygone the gong of his house rang but not..he is phony looking on looker, with his feet six feet under, with the babies scream, the Kyoto Blondie runner, tilted breast become begone. see fifty types of the same river, closing eyes close-up paint me van hogs portrait in a bathroom stall.
Sun reel halfa taste. Real sons backs tacked on waste/link lowered. Lament some phone, home phone. walking pastor when then windows close. have a meat stick, last days on listening in. peephole, clown hole, gotta wake up first thing. Lake water singing, tall boats tipping in the river. Sperm whale, half of a rail.
Guide wandered, lost. pillowing up in ashes and cream, lashings on the lips. Join the band with it's soaped up broken instruments. this is what i do late at night, hammer away at the keys. Jabbed me in the knees.
Late Sunday, the week ending. why was his home black and white, blood was black. ice was melting in the walls bubbled plenty of spring water. late night working in the dark, butt glued to the chair. no staring out across the moonlight, showing me dramas unfold. listening rainbows, struck by the lingo and language. sat down with a fire. how many fingers am I holding up? on the side of the road the side walk disappears fade out to all the hungry people.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
take it to them Walking down slight glow around the body.org rocket......when the light is turned on..winds at my side...weekends falling...daylight peeks through the woodsman own right thoughts...feeling the brimming...with IN my shorts to...hear the birds ca ground...in causal clothing...whistling and Highlands clenched but still at.I am walking broad...no directionally focused on the road...jeans necessary...not reel the wind blow my side. floating in to the wind...malady shh pocket...lefties get cooler... then smelling road kill...hill...hands still at my side... looking at the...hand unseat shirt and asking down in the pockets, right in...
pick Nodding to farther windows, needles tip the end of a finger. R E A C H E S OUT FOR MY N U D E sculpture.
Right willed pen pals, and the tight and sweaty overcoats that do not defend. or slide the willing out of the now soaked pajamas.
with a river endeavor, the floating of ones body in liquid... on a plate with some silverware.
Hows the real world blinking, striking forward with the beats, water current forming to meet me at the end of the alley way. jack rabbit with a swatch, language now a dead insect larvae.
Remedy of remembering the time, caught alota gotta alota in my pocket can carry no more in my shirt.
bending terms to feed the need, roses are blackened with paint, was mine before the death of me. It belongs to me sooo give it back.
END this period of now dull deriving from the old. sense the cold the hungover and the mold rose up on the walks it was teeming with frames.
SO WHICH ONE GOES TO THE SHOW?!
- Sand paper skin, skin floats in the air your dry, cracking...no saliva. skin falling to the floor.
can I have supper? Cash row, the camel froth - forth riders. Noun desert the ripened grape lining.
Itch the non dividable circuits running in the spinal cord down near the tail bone.
ready the magazine, the maggots crawl, what a doll!
house broken denial, denim house wife's, in polyesters kraut.
lest we forget the listed, lists, I am sorta pissed about linear speeches.
is this Berlin, Or some kinda alien from that south border patrol _ salmon caulkers, squawker, assorted brutes.
Now and before, the sorta new semen, semi- entertaining french fry greases, with emancipated overall suites.
Likes the BAld regales, woman, soul preachers, preachers. dude. Emulated TAXI DIVER while watching slow motion clips of commando.
Your on top of a mound right now, looking up!
(don't look down)
sudden halt, crash peaking, a tidal wave of idea.s
then wrapping itself up in denial feeding on the pleasure, obsession.
just realizing that a few years have passed your butt has left an imprint in the chair...
Same place you've always been, like walking in slippery flip-flops.
Now it's a fork in the road which road, throwing down a stick you go to where it's pointing.
Your in the distance, and viewing yourself a second time. this time through bi focal's.
your thinking back to the time when you were on the mound, Or is it you looking in to the future...creating an image of what you'll become.
Your life is predetermined, life to become nothing, never noticed, just sitting.
MISSING Elephant sized diamond earring belong to a corpse of an Egyptian Queen.
Extremely distracting neon lights, I Haven't gotten anywhere, feet walk in place. Answer for you, though I am not known as hero, But An outsider that crawls under rocks and stays in the dark, I lurk in the murky waters.
Prince chippy at the knee was begging to let me in but i didn't meet the requirements. neat frustration on the growing sense of practical zen. Now new to the landscape so blown out of proportion, very sensitive media, the over hyped adrenaline in the blood stream, I see nonsense in the eyes of yesterday in the billboard with a man staring at the highway no pupils just girly eye lashes.
no eyes I said Again backwards, and the nose became to obnoxious that noise from the stuffed computer, dust filled the hair somewhere was the ghost of tomorrow laughing the same way as today, and yesterday.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Japnarlier s(y)et radio static no room for error in the attic Clint Eastwood bodyguards idea of foreigners I am the call now co founder of act now with free signs that bombard you to much art, to much writing suffocating my head. once more the .com it calls:AFter a QuicK BrEak don't deny how are you? musical talents, pole lasso happens to you girls hey.. i want some treats! wanted something weird hair, long beautiful hair skinny waxy. plastic band doe nails. ribbons on the man on stage. waxing moons, whacked only by a branch inheritance walks her right back BRB...back...welcome back.... president...stare into the sun...longer tide low, tidal bonds. diversity in the sponge nobody likes to travel to the moon anymore why walk alone on earth pictures or cache lines on the door, did i scribble some more. time saving tools without a walk to la ake see sacking doodle cake, nominee bald drawn. see water...bloody no more fatalistic ride up on that baby half a pipe running out of ink I am watching the people sleep. cold steel magnetic hearts, with art attached to the email my mail heart, was lonely sacked late. melting cone no water surrounds.
radio static...rafters Alamo...try again, sea star.
new valve Its just that pale grieving priest frozen, a still image has been castrated by the falling bird.
I was pretending to be the nonsense, the black catastrophic blanket in the heat. eye lashes twist and turn like vines on the side of the porch. Cut out of us, pretentious films about the coming years.
Breaks on the 78... <<.HADALIKEWANTEDBYFORHIM>> Commit be the one, when I screw up...seppuku
on the rising slide, it's beyond my hemorrhage dileshi saw nerves. danger clots now under/saw doe man. yanked out by his feet. Your so damn flimsy, your house is dull you go nowhere nonono .. . . ... .. .. .. .. . . ..
meet you here. Current mood:cutup
See how Imperial, selling flowers I see you Imperial Where the nights of decay In the Springtime still shine, I see you steeples high On the painted idols Imperial turn to grey While the Muses Imperial, swans still glide, on your bleak horizons Where the and Above the steeples high bright domain of Europe On the buried soul Court of Grace the breathing grave The crownless, Alive beyond I'll meet you of mortality Intimations here in Bavaria your cruel embrace you'll burn forever Sweetness in fear the love of life here in Bavaria I'll meet you To suffer for. In dreams that we face Of the blindness we'll live forever the truth reminds us how we see the world, See how.. This is how mercury of pain, shining, burning In the truth divides us.
- but I think it took good eyes to see this, through a lens that is fogged, acoustic guitar falling to the footsteps. Blind gambler sand thrower. photo-oxygen. breath-hair.
spin around the palate, Wheels dip inside the home care products, lets slay in yeah... quality that is beaten with a whisk, difference in the SA
align spotlessly:
That man brushing his stamps and crowding the inner sanction of the belly out, and round. Hide the clouds for the weather shall be the sudden fall of man, guilt trusting the findings and fillers are place in the back ends of the house you saved in, the load in the hound is crowding the inner sanction, now dwelling... inside a farm. The hoe on the side of te hill, now a muddling and dinner is now ain’t it alright because these sprinkles.
Man of gust, the spiral my flight is floating in the lived guild and tainted goodnight, the black sand is growing in my sad sour slumps, limping damn hood coyotes. Hull soup In this last write the last words, mistake waking the forgetting shock liver and marginal blood, sign my hand, hammer the tangos earth.
Flattery in the lanterns and film spools crotch growing large glowing with radiation, d4estiny is the lock on the door, cloak holding and groan about life the linen of the veil... yeah it’s a veil. Wheels of spine, the death of chariot hugging and im the crime and felt the pelt, his perm is the sperm, wagons are hissing and pissing, why is she nearly kneeling knowing her nose is the great dream, how big how big life is a spool, long spoon, bent fork, the surreal knife housing the stories of many dead directors, the silent philosopher in each space between these words, the paths undertaken because the laziness of the soul. Powdered in the two paths how is one path burning and flesh is a bone. Shocked heart stiff the guilt piston, fear the juice of the lamb sang me the ham stock barrel and I grow with the movie reviews, Samuel Beckett the grown he word the seventh language packers, package in the lone, love the floating spirit something isn’t right...has it been winter yet, the rise of clone.
Stilts that sponge the gory fools, spleen seesaw the men of piss war. Genie the end. Delicatessen on the old world. Apocalypse relapse...stilts the pole pools, wounds that walk with mutations and the hens sounds that turn to foes. We are alone with nothing to eat, in some cell maybe a frame, a picture frame walking down the street in the hands of sweaty hands, that sweat will it be over when the kung fu is over, spring is not going, it is raining inside my head, the zen ceiling soaring and never being minimal and coin the phrase lemon curry, how that for fancy, may we dance forget about this last bit of text I am writing, see that man over there what his name? Can’t remember lets remind you with some hot callous maybe a refreshment. Painting the definite pore that is clogged.
Down right ridiculous, shows that? What’s that smear on the side of the screen, why is the head in the way? When is the strange filled to capacity I wait for you ina romantic melodramatic world, slicing cheese, and spin. Sickle friends and the rest is about a nightmare with old men from space odyssey, and a landlord with no name volunteers allowed.
something that left you. This character is sad as instant coffee, a shriveled up tea bag left in the air to long, he is a limp intellectual. Lost is Harriet in a down hill race, the wind right on her tail, she dives for her dice, throwing TWO TWO”S, her son was a witness and was excessively patting her on the shoulder, she was determined to win, her kite on her back was holding her back, and knew that it was some writer dream to put her into this text, maybe it was sudden or pre- determined but the author still wrote it no matter, he was listening to smooth jazz, the flicking of the tv bugged him and made him procrastinate.
Searching or running, I didn’t care if this ever got written, my shaking hands could barley hold the news paper, I cut it up and rearranged my coffee. The sons of liberty was my line up coasted a check while I dive the window cast over and I blink at the choke hole. Time was the name of his elders but that watch was always wrong, she felt as if the life was predetermined and she was being written in a story, she liked pain, or so I wrote. Burning piano keeps playing although the pianist is burnt toast, Caesar will now give you thumbs down.
I’ll make life sitting down, inside my own dwelling the Chinese can not deform me. The pale petals will not deny my life, they expect to be buried in marked graves.
says the song. she is friends with time, simple waves that see the climb much shorter then others.
that fret, and sense of golem dinner fields
to much animated furniture in the grass.
coats, dresser, they play..smell the roses. feels the breeze from the guitar.
that drum set is titled, and almost falling.
the kite is not off the ground because it suffered some damage... how was I to know?
steel is plucked up and down, that feeling of winter coming, rain drops that see through me.
down a road of grandmothers carrion, dangling squirrels the constant patting of the shoulder.
were ready to follow, the time. read a book, but it takes to long days shot, night killed it.
likes the volume when you can hear things around you as well as the music. these tides are closing in, on a single patch.. an island.
if you can call it that.
fickle as ice.
Masks with doubt laced products laid the maiden who was slightly iron but mostly made of rust, crumbs and the devours of many rabid men. I was thinking of the song playing in the background, the trial was deceived by the organs eerie tone. Lords denied the wheels of time to his pasty’ learned of a dark right, writing suns and moons, then the paper is torn. Mortal combs blond out of the cherries, thorns pulled from his hair. Victory of the space age is gone over the edge. Tight undies on the model, wicked feelings and a dizzy spin. Salvation is on the tip of the table spoon, ditch the cruelest fears, gone below, down below, to the middle of the earth, rising now looking into the sun, feeling warmth.
Torn, muddy yearning flesh stones the hearts. Stiff, existence is bloated faces of the masks wear masks themselves. To rise the dough, and go blow.. blow.. blow..
On words...
wings & gold embedded to the large elephant.
to mild to her astonishment, he smiled.
Storm calling from a telephone booth.
A rapid volume aside, calming naked on dividers.
Disabling with the womb. (in telling the time)
Spirit laughs back again.
Calls her a name, but it wasn’t offensive.
And her name was all over the news.
Climb me with inferno eyes.
Place the glory in a play.
Nights a howling grace sweeping in the mind.
Nothing is make believe.(the hour specified)
Solitude to depriving to bare.
Cold swinging stretching out to feel the blood rush.
Cold feet inside the sweaty socks.
Look at him now painted in brown.
Faded photographs preach love + hate//fades away in the cold.
fiction friction warm gritty, gittygittygittygittygittygitty warm feelings chainsaws whole-wise style while... New yolk, pity, 5% of men. Silver men die serpentine teen.
NEW HOPE anymore darker.
thought provoking showers. promised hours to live. sighing permutations.
The train engine sound dies in slow motion.
hands across the table. I slope the growth, ebony intelligence was my mental clog mental images that referred to my brain scan. Bubbles burst the cut throat dives. The animal cut-up slurp. tiny plastic fingers pointed. Everything is shook, within the glass.. shattered on the floor. grime lies to cling on, holds tight .blocking the books from being read, marry... how many times do i have to tell you? violence heard through the toilet, neighbors complain, place the heads of the terrorist on the presidents table. violins down my spine, her eyes wide bright ...long shot.... ....close-up..... panning her heart... heard spring time whine.
Seaweed tasting cold ...her back was waving like the sea, bending over to reach the sea shell calling with static, and a frozen still ocean, the waves hardly move, they move like stop motion animation. count riddles the communication, the spinning stair case crucifies with gobs of nails. just don't fit. puzzle pieces in the wrong box, which puzzle do I belong to... two days pass... same whimpering in the fields of drapes... the sardine tin cans filled to capacity with bodies, grave yards occupied. somebody whispers a woman's voice flowers that call out your name, they sound like babies. bubbles burst, the little bits of of soap, fell in a trap...his hands were pulsing... feet cold.
past in a window his camera records, but we see the boom mic. in the shot. left overs every night hands in the pockets no money he was a reality program he was mainstream, popular... she wishes she could see through walls, placing a camera inside the bathroom sink replaying videos of vigorous washing of hands, working hands, with oil grime, dirt inside every little crack, nails filled to the brim. repeated sessions of washing hands, hands got beautiful the more he washed.
she was winking blinking itching her eyes. to many repeated hours of washing hands. she waited as the tapes rewinded... decomposing in the fridge, opening it carried out a smell of carrion her fathers roadkill. citizens of all walks of the earth remove bits of the fridge for souvenir's.
Mental-Kinda-momu it's Higl bout ee heels clack gorin ans who art thou, meandwhilesteffanno, tenhrs, study 8, likes the furlogesne juiceahis red rose, meaning the rose cheeks. roose castle def and blind camelfroth issna inono murder resposne letter evulation crime novle pulp cromas camstarwa listerner reee shot heavy zooooooet
Sagic Speonow. ereada pechiange cansalton ams camwell sorrda, camelorda sobadeath rattlebop say yt ams. our name is..................... starve the def wabble. waah wahh engee machi dco poesem.
broou. I used to be afraid of Alice being cut like a cake, she was sliced and served one piece at a time...She tasted gooooood but. . . I was frighten when she was cut like a cake, served one piece at time. . .Couldn't find delusions or the whipped creme, loosing the sidewalks chalk sayings.
He is the MAN who calls himself the chef. What he was doing was wrong, His horrific laughter was complimented by damp lighting and smoke machines.
He is faking mental illness, I wish I wasn't the one to blame, I wish that it happened quicker, the slices so precise took to long.
umbilical cord still attached... to long to brittle.
Lemons on the eyes when i saw the garden grow bigger, the cat knick knack was animated, permanently engraved in the mud was his whispers... little black whispers that leaked like oil... i knew we were hearing the reaping of seeping black ink down our cold backs, the little hairs bounce and vibrate, gives you a shiver, or two....
Rivers spasms like grey in the shows I watch... he proves to be anything but a real person. Stop on the mission of shame. Change me into a pick me up, in the stress parade... the stress parade... How many fingers? How many singers pile in the van, will his much anticipated speech change my mind.
Same coin no sides... be a better with time, I feel sour... the power behind the relaxing Sundays.
Critics and audience's agree I argue you to much, and run inside a wheel day after day, never reaching the adventures my dreams have set up for me, never reaching anywhere, I have met deja vu have you?
FIN 46 - 2 Category: Dreams and the Supernatural Piece together
just complete
....emerged....
with bits, odd bits of film,
it didn't make sense
containing...
old women,
all of them blood stained
lined up against
A WALL...BONKERS, so many in a row...
golden rings were lined up boy!
they!
The last bit faded...
then time....
the projector
burnt young children
forced to!
spread over dead directors.
ROll of film
I couldn't make out the rest...
The next set of scenes...
contained home movies they consisted of
standing up for a long time
The film was burnt... ashes were new
FIN 46 mirror imaging... Potent... I wanted a simple time in the time in in it .pH pH just tabs appalled maestro............................................................................................................ .slimy, television. Thatch freaky! .drag around my whole face of pink.
Thrown in soup, yet can't explain the fire.
seen some paper...........................................................................
A lot more photos of me were sprawled on the floor.
Though it ain't my problem.............................................................................
You know what?..............................................................................
your bites no problem!
It moved when I walk by it.
Hear the Wilhelm scream as six men fall. sic . Portraying Frankenstein's monster, In the moving pictures are golden lions. They sit and steal from me, lots of pressure surrounds my head. Proving to be stupid with pleasure around me, twirling and dazzling diamonds and glitter fall. Running tigers reach me in a short attention span, with strings getting ready to sing. It was the end of the north winds, it all jammed on me...dawned on me that I was a frog shocked in chlorine, my mouth watered a salty taste and we didn't need these feelings anymore. Waking up to the editing machine, twice coasting down the hill on a bicycle, not knowing where to go, I guess you can say it wasn't the road I was looking for, going past signs that say "turn that way." I want to keep going, not looking back, feeling the vampire mosquito get his fix. She likes to marry and shes really def. near route 2, we thought the road kept going but it ended at a shear cliff. We took a break and make it a habit for getting lost on couches, the Big purple couch.
my own senses.. some ancient windowsill to You, passion of your dreams I smell passion when hell beckons everyday How strange that it invades me I stay faithful like a rough human fire eat a seminal think as he pleases vessel of anger my own senses some ancient windowsill left on free to dress left in the now, where you unknown play now cordially reflective of words appearing my bearing among the machinistic when I lay from technologies' thigh in a costume bizarre in your secreted land and going Young Man, before the crush the manner of your own willow my coming Bent in I remember all the colours my manners you speak of become mud So devoid of clay of mortar , brick in my hand, a sense, I dance. You drench me my miracle with your spin I become, I take it fascination of dry paper allow entrance, In the slime I haggle for you you are bold snail trail.
This is a cut-up poem of a very talented writers poem
River outside Trapped behind the black, ditch black smear. pitch black hair.
"Its a colorful way to cry, when your eyes are encircled by rainbow makeup. your hairs rat sewage, crumbling and burning like Pompeii."
Child sacrifices are statue's in the courtyard, When it rains, it only reveals part of their mask.
no other way to say the words. The children no longer look up at the stars, They ponder...look around...and cry.
The ditch is knee high filled with doll heads, action figures. the diggers are dubbed by American Japanese voice actors. shovels were made wrong kept breaking in two.
Frustrated customers ordered, the lines before the store were enlarged with enhancements. caught a ride on a strange looking bus...found out I was mail.
strange looking rope beside me, ladies stare at me across a long triangular table. my lips are stapled, and I am forced to shake the camera.
"a toy's life lasts forever, your undertaken, crammed inna perfumed nailed coffin Ouch! the handcuffs hurt."
editing the dialogue with pretty words, Black ditch smear. Pitch black ink.
review "You are forgetting what a movie is for, it is to escape reality........................................." ................................................................................................................................. ................................Well if this is the reality(said movie) you escape to...well I feel sorry for you...................................................................................................................... this reality(said movie) you escape to is flat, and you are trapped inside a square frame, a prison from which you can not escape, at least not escape what is written, the screenplay... your reality is a slave to the screenplay, they cannot escape it..................... stuck to cliche, deja vu.... nothing will change for the people in your reality, your prison will last 120 minutes(estimated) and you will forget about your reality............................. until you escape to the next reality, a new but somewhat similar reality, to escape from your own reality... so dull... so bland... you need to escape inside the movie.................... the movie becomes your reality, your prison, cubicle, square......your are trapped with cliche, structure, linear plot, characters that fall flat, climax that fall short, the ending comes casting a black shadow with tiny white words over your reality, you see the creator(s) the massive machine behind this reality... it's not real......................................
So many realities to choose from, so many following a familiar path, all ending the same way, all coming to a quick demise by...............................................................................
The eject button!(sometimes sooner then expected!)
pile ons. like some of them other custom fitting find out more lost lock the door, keep key missing Missy teeth did you see sleep in familiar towns, lets see keep pressure, landmarks on a gown, find hammers coma open your eyes look at me here i am here i am, HUH? yeah....
Hey there. had the time to fine the wine, gotta get a line, in line, hold em hold em, caught him on a log. hands tied baked and crumbled and was his head shaped like a ruin, your faces was ruined by your brother milk, spill it but i didn't know it contained the universe, how many cut the fingers off the trigger fingers, tripper for the camera, death by photo I wonder how many souls you have collected, objective collector, happening cold, and brr, windows C'open why not cold, not cold, but i want the cold. the amount of opening the door.
wonder if you had any openings, opening the jar got lost while editing the screenplay it was years before i was released from prison, and devoured by a television studio, caught a sickness from your gun.. it was your stupid flashy camera, I went blind afterward. what was it?
that you wanted me to believe? curtains open i see the audience in my shower.
chemcials through the day regregergerregregerger:
virus is def 36 hrs insane, same people 26 can be chemist alright tasty tasty firebomb the spreading you go down hundreds of experiments on faces grey ladies calm in her now in here now on the television tension blood burn memories what if there were men haunt do it yoursspalo sodotmosospalo sodo moso geek slinks monkey bite girls with familiar types of clothimona ounds like mona my mouth was cause bitten hows that for a silly lullaby from behind.
Being away from the water. a cheeky the filler. wan whip cram who whip lash. of all the things men in slides. the closed door of the apartment, shipping and handling can you imagine? Saturday rumors. dogs feel good, heroes with a catch. what is it? didn't get the last part. rumor has to do with... lot of blood, does... caught my face in the rewind. wires around the dead chimpanzee. white cake funeral. powers are ill friends bless you, mercy dash. latter presents. holy cow what a mess in here. nightmare authorities copyright lunatic land this size atravelin' constipation on something a though for instance when we forgot the cane. the side of it on the side walk got a look of my arm, fell off couldn't see me fingers skin gone, that's crazy looking bashed and saggy lovers gone. first days happen a lot.
see the camera cam Montgomery, camera seems to be me, care for Samuel intro eyes for rent see came Myra sees me, eyes are lick camera see me I see a Lou camera,always looking it was me, Induce myself era.Meta you always see it coming
at 13ft titan is hesitant if he was strung to a sprocket threw to me a crater, prey drive, certain camera movements make ya sick i was sick, and drive them with a whip come out of your exhibit and experience the time hole pinch with a cup of brown sugar after you announce twelve people dead, mind gets chemicals, predatory instincts the think is the need, its gonna cat kill ya. then they get started on the dishes.
in front of bars.
she will loose her wont tell you soul'd whip, cricket, howitzer. she will tell you fall, mind aids. pain beauty controlled with seeds. love destroyed by pianos. built a house on what we share. new day is tomorrow, its shaving a horizon while her film was rolling down the hill drums played by the theater, and the knife survived the plunge. walk walk ahead of you. walk walk ahead of you. any way you want. any way you want.
please hold... a telephone. Photobucket
first on the telephone. time second time calling, calling... "I started to cry were you looking for anything!?" I got the assumption. she is a mess, and the I was canned chicken, ummm be back survived that long do everything we can to lick the surface, get the detail to the edge, every day it's always Friday, lets get to work, first night dad wandered off, what am I gonna do? bistro at the courtyard, stay. it's pretty simple, have aball in any direction clear choice.. the old fashion way. twinkle sounds like someone is listening to my conversation. It is only a sci-fiction Norman, she can't afford it. juicy speakers and all the benefits of telekinesis's, and guitars ramble. church is a speak easy, no let her in. guilty of building tough issues. midnight, that was soul. soothing locked up abroad, month ago. "Please Hold" synchronized parole, feeling debt. misfits in the ocean, call me!
micker mood to twitch, earstuff it in the nest week souot .. Seriously spouting out the silent Mitty flicker... webbed heart quicken and thicken litterbug, unison with the pearl railroad systems off with the HEAD... led, no names on the shirts, faces with fevers zepzete. Burning, but still yellow in color stroide infant gangleoid tough bugger.
A grave stone patch of woods, serious pretty arse stretched school bus in a measuring cup its yours now Ive always been a janitoir, trouble shit in the dishwater what’s this paint on nowhere elixir of poignancy, I was up in the attic, ripping the new school a rad influence ...conflugent oblongish, steel friend I don’t know snobbins. spinkzvink...bullwinkle
Dedicated to what the fickle is this guy doing? storbish lite acrylic hairs A spider is a spider, a human is a human I said Hares. Dart isn’t a janitor up there banging doing drums...but no one listens. Well we were up there looking out its exquithit. Lower parts running letters feel off and got caught by going back so ethilent.
Not even the first time, arrange a hearsetafield suite crazy looking hippie got out of your accident, Beethoven new the lines of rich soil hair can change you cut them all off before pink floyd, din he? it was all the wind, was blowing, Flogging the spheres....ploggint the gurls old hippie from the 60s like a deranged rooster, slippers asque got up caught my dreads off. Attracted the crickets, Teeth hanging out making babies, guy on all my pretties. Ze letterbox full o BS....winkin slowdreadful sequelch
easy done eassy won easy chair Bear. Bare. Morning branch rub hot tub delicious sanctity riding her hi-horse celibating.
By aaron & zete
rat food in the morning. Photobucket
The mourning of toothless primate, the corridor narrows and the sweat increases spots begin to form on the tip of the nose.
Sitar strumming is the ambiance, and a man with the pipes lodged in his chest, smoke rose from his belly button.
The dead stand tilted glowing like a Christmas tree, this Christmas tree was snipped with scissors and forgotten in the piles of branches, the leaves are singing "have you forgotten?!”
Her eyes spring from the skull and glitter me with insecurity, she feels me dripping out of her eyes, she is feeling me with those eyes. The crowd was shouting “are you listening?!”
His mouth conquer by gravity, his gut is feeling useless, dripping further to the tribal sounds, the ripping heart scent, the angered critic was ranting about films “where’s the action!? He hissed.
Sounds bites that riddled the headlines, powerful beats that rocked the senses, terrible tremble outrageous white noise that coated me with layers upon layers of pan flute.
noses, whats in it. Can HANful abble troth. gab able, toppa noff. len lo len lo, denise hemaflow. cabara, seme seme sono, take it easy boy cat calka, caught novat. dot dot. soppa len lo, drinkin why, singin red rideorideo I donno how anti bosicals. frein cammanoff, damn how i felt. kjo, the come here den it dot. bro ken doe, soam deek deel. stand up straight hefaluv comaon six day shooti dooti popolickal geen us green tusk.
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bells chirping hearing plastic beats, dubbed under a blessing, Spanish subtitled flickering. I watched the watch drip drop fungi likes to play, hinges to the side panel, opened it up, it was sealed in a package that was hard to open. so many volunteers giving up presidents started coasting down south when i rode the merry go, I said nOnO wishes to request death, defensible, laughable, tents are in, the scratching of metal hot dogs, lay on the walls, and sleep naked, cool feeling from that wall, it begs you to join it, become one with it. Like yesterdays bells ringing, time for the bells to ring, move on out, drive down to the south.
die off in the sand.
edited out the red replaced it with blue. soft tones of the bells still ringing. turn to stone, the steady ringing stops and curdles to death, riding on alpines back, galloping downtown. riding to the sound of the dying bell. still riding, no more ringing. the drummer was on shore, draining sand from his drum, the bells started up again with the tambourines lenses fogged up when we shot a closeup. flowers popping and bursting like grease bubbles, such wonder as it all fades away shortly
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Seriously spouting out the silent, webbed heart quicken and thicken, unison with the pearl railroad systems, no names on the shirts, faces with fevers. Burning, but still yellow in color.
A grave stone patch of woods, stretched school bus in a measuring cup its yours now, trouble shit in the dishwater what’s this paint on nowhere, I was up in the attic, ripping the new school, steel friend I don’t know.
Dedicated to what the fickle is this guy doing? A spider is a spider, a human is a human. Dart isn’t a janitor up there banging doing drums. Well we were up there looking out. Lower parts running letters feel off and got caught by going back.
Not even the first time, crazy looking hippie got out of your accident, hair can change you cut them all off before pink floyd, it was all the wind was blowing, old hippie from the 60s like a deranged rooster, got up caught my dreads off. Attracted the crickets, making babies guy on all my pretties. 11:03 PM
poise Poison ballerina, can an acid, asthma, oval. A mush, last one in. Lost lucky men, the caretaker. Reaching in the shower. Lasted about an hour. Show me the table, through the lens. shout with full lung power, get my attention, or I will continue to ignore you forever and and...
Poison ballerina, pretty dress, but it was always a mess, she wore a blanket, watch handkerchief the hate, boot me physical cake walk, hawk charge. Discharges I got cell hell. Pretty name for a quilt. Same name, same game, same same... near the sun, reaching for the last bit of newspaper. Pretty hefty night, it weighs down on me.. 8:09 PM
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You were built fake. 7:49 PM
scuzzy boy its a blister coughing, I was getting rid of brand new socks off, if he does metal chairs wet and twisty, calm on, going nuts, shoes on the prow, oh, on the six. when things are happening, not even gonna drink, sheperson road. find it from there, you know the road. pigs, lots of pigs, today, connection wouldn't go through, sticky seether, settler, open to prison, to 8...6...5 and 8.
pretty smucking fart. you know what an easy way, whats 64 backwards, i just think of that way, freaking out, why not, dance again, never feeling, i know that one is. six for 8
what are you doing, let me be myself, with my own life, omg, let me be myself the friggen cave men, sign your things calm down, come on, whats the point of that, commercial bee. Lost UM.
never drink out of them, gotta get my clothes back on again, can wait till tomorrow, nooo, go to the store.
whats he coming up this way, he didn't turn himself into clutter, or same beat you up, then do you see good stuff, yeah all you do is cap it off, better then the twist.
no interest, great kid choir. Eyes while a vile, sitting like seed, means this. What’s a relation with this, meditated on sedated orals. Only gurgles the last line, recite it one more time.. this time “don’t look at the camera” your full of fool, walking the street. You don’t care, your ridiculous, look at your stride. Inside the toes, looking for the code. Stripped of his behold, and a shattered finger. Struck a match, but it’s wet. Struck the time, it was waiting a while. Opposite of the now interesting feature. Walking the time, While You like and lie. With a neck around the corner, torch in the window. Heavenly sparrow, death is on the handkerchief, rats carry the violet wave. Send a cat to the internal cabbage. Caught my finger in the dishes. Slowly deadly but never messing up, live again, to much in debt. What’s the whistle? Watch the zoo, amusement park, go UP. Hear the laughing from the soda dispenser, wheels still linger, in the orifice of matter. Starts again, with the laugh still bringing on the gold, time to start sampling, lighter laughter monkey boy. Its time for pleasing, another widow before the time is up. No dog in his position, the crown of the pack. Choir is caught choking in vinegar, before it’s time.
never gonna chance again. sipping on the way to the floor, got a night to welcome peaches. dealt with the night parade, and the house brigade, the sandwich is partly dead, avant garde. chill the neck and the goosebumps were boiling and bursting grease. never editing the silhouettes pulse. film noir of the wall, a door is welcoming you, the mail is waiting for you. Open it. Your lingering in her art closet, the cord is pulling the slack, its probably good we have invented ailments. steer over breakfast, over reaching the cigarette. take the couch, ending the movie with the pause button. never entering the welcoming door. hire me.. the crook, the cranking of the nasal, deliver tears and picnicing with devour. please find another hobby, one that doesn't suck, down the hatchet...sleep tongue. 5:52 PM
excuse me ona Animatronic chic lining, a pin needle sin, sample dart anything left. His eye balls balding, a sign of insecurity, rhythm in time. sat lonesome and frothed, temperature is lying to your face, say do you want to play. Five, The Henry experience, locked low with my fin, saw your face close to mine. final kilometers silent nice truce, a touch of the gray chill. apples are mashed to sin, full of fruit holes, name one and its over. Go home with sunset boulevard still in frame, I lost my footing watching you. Turn around I can only see your hair. Five seconds and I knew it was the end of a deal. don't go alone, see me all alone a devil spear and cook a nine, salmon cutter, the soft touch France, unstrung distillation strike free.
4:59 PM
keelish gob. heavy is to play, oh heaven seven got the rose bud, snow globe, his salad has his childhood, and the red hood is violent the practice is to silver, sparkly... sparkly.. in a house in a house, fighting spouse, grandma quickening getting faster, speeding up. hosing down the back porch with so many options rising with the scorpion and washing the front hood, play a nice old game, and finish that landing. operate under the dresser under the thoughts of begging. peaches of pieces, i know there NOT and if it were to be, I thought i was obviously a cartoon, barley, bartley, I'm done. caution caution, softy creme, i am the fish cold, clean, clean green.. saving me, fish lips, apple lung, not a sure answer, in a jail, in the border. walking, with my hands in my pocket, wishing, watching while in my aisle, every 60 seconds, eating, feeding, breathing snacks. coy dog, the language explodes each to his own. I have money on thee pilgrim is sacreligious sleepovers.
in his head explodes, paper bird flow. in a cone...cone. will you come wit come wit me. in a silver bed explores... somewhere.
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dancing man. Oh blow it out your ass! Dancing man dancing man! Dans in artifact what the fucking, gobble down this devil.
Oh jeez! sooo genuine! soo not even real.
That Dancing man. Dancing man! how did he get here, how did he dance, Dans in artifact. that life is fading so answers stuck grading. The Nasal to teach you, dance, dance, dancing man, dance...
Oh jeez Look at that really holy wood loaf, oh god hamlet let your self out. Oh dance for me dancing man, sheep individuals sheep...sleep.
dance, Dans in Africa, dance you dancing man!. Oh blow it out your ass your crossing your legs in that picture, why are they dancing, we are not happy? dancing man looks happy, dance.
oh so real, feel the vibe, feel the wind in your hair.
Dans an artifact he was taken, quite afloat.
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don't touch that remote. There is sod what i to do with my hands full with grover beach boys. I told them what i saw but wasn't sure Be bond was paranoid that the phone was tapped, but i said my description to the That night I saw something out side my winmourt yard, what it'd spare change for the telly around hazy, my free phonics police, all they got out of my call was jungle bread fairy men crow. he i had dosed off while spray painting my closet. and woke up confused.series and i notice NOW, so i called on my friends house phone to report what i saw connection was fuzz was just browsing the corner store, and ow, I dare not is it I dare not say but it wont be long before its gone, oh what can I say say now what i saw because it may constrict my initial report i made to the plaything lurking in the Che, this time it was an object floating, in the sky I was on my house phone which picks up radio stations so all the police got out of my message was a song from thy 9:30 PM
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class interruption A Very old looking freud walked into the classroom, wearing a leather jacket sci-fi styled sun tinted sunglasses, and was slouching over, he asked for volunteers.. nobody volunteered.
A very old Morgan freeman wearing sun glasses, S & M sci fi leather suit, metal belts, tall boots and metal buckles. He looked like he just woke up from a hangover and was slouching. He walked into our classroom and asked for volunteers, a few students got up and left the classroom, my friend and I were skeptical and wondering what it was for.
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collect thoughts, lots single words on pieces of paper(one on each sheet) laying in paper, lots of words.
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the door is dragging my feet were sagging all around me was the noise of alcohol my feet were musty dried and dusty can stand no more, my feet have go to rest.
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different writings, for a different place, but that place wasn't for me. Current mood:*HAPPY, CAREFREE
Chester was an offbeat crossing guard with a salad face and a maternal hold. Tomorrow is the day that he will be friendly to his neighbors while kissing the soft earth, and lending a hand to his father figure. There should be a black horse, which gallops on the beach kicking up large amounts of dirt, it piles up on the wall of his crate, looking inside we see the small fetal boy learning to fly. On the cover of the history book were bold pencil lines,
Chester scratched his whiskers and was feeling sorry but open to dialogue with a few wise gentlemen, sitting around a table reading Oedipus Rex out loud.
Chester was an offbeat crossing guard but his ham was getting spoiled, his mom called him back when he was near the end of his career. A sandwich in the back seat of his car and his outfits sprawled on the bed. He didn't mind wearing the red dress, he started getting ready for his play date, Chester always saw his mother in the other women that he met. But his father was legal, barley 18.
Forget the absolute, problem is I'm gay*, how will ghost temptation feel?
I ate the tainted arrow, the loose back pocket was dripping wet, and his feet were sore from the long haul feeding on the lanterns and spinning a lie with Walters only singing cartel and cider swigging church choir. William was on a vintage fridge on a forum set to line up with a machine gun rifle shot and bludgeons to meet the Beatles and resident donors died on the cake with peaches filled with omens. Papa lassoed me and was centered on the edge of beam I was a cute fluffy slipper, diving and I met the son of a bitch that rover humbugged and hamlet feels the tiger spool hungry enough to chase her fear how dig is it to seem the edge of the silhouette, Honestly I have no idea why wise men finished to eat and reach box century and a second omen to reach earth, guided fucker the subculture.
I was going over tongue tied one more time, with the banana sitting on the roof, and his hand in his pants county how many fingers he had on the can was pill like tablets and a large glass of water, i open the book read a passage it read something like this:
"after like Now or meaning like the way something happens you know" said Porter. "Copy that." said Topo. Facts in hand ran outside to catch a breath and opened the last package it read Oral. And I messed with contents and cut and pasted it on my bulletin board, I burnt the last photo of Nixon. Blasted sap was eating all over the bedspread with invitations to please feet fights a clash between open woman and How I was framed. Did I forget our lion den? The people next door, opened a cursed tomb, had a revelation last night though of two goats and Jesus world, opened up a saloon and fired the Anderson on a Friday that night had a dream he came back and picketed with my why I sure hope she is allergic to pickles, moose content and I had pears ready to serve with my whipped feelings and lone shyness. Frida nicked off and checked off, and felt up the dome shaped sculpture created by a naked man with spectacles his feet were sorry and the nails painted white. The scripture read that I can't smash windows any more then I can throw antlers. remarkable discovery of the tomb and his Christ-like mummy. One final step is to see that the last word spoken astounded her creaked lined names and dada slept with red roofed ambushed her!
In the last moments of life, I was seeing my sister fall and coat herself, raw honey combs and bulbs were struck inside my stomach was post-modern, his fears were a pharaoh to wish i was eating dear like my mom used to say when i sat with council premium and the tea stabbed liner in my coat, lasted a week maybe I was here on my own free will, and sleeping tush saw my name leaked out on a canvas fumes barged my nose and lemon slapped my political freedom hand cycles on a different level, she lied and pulled out a cross, stacked on automobiles plane parts with tiny bits of wire holding them in the sky.
Skin contortions as Moses in a leather jacket screaming "Listen me and I am a, like me and a I ran over thee." Knee spends the strands and his DNA is depleting oxygen in my anus was that something I remember from school. Lets get the brand new fibers from my arm, Angelic side samples inside me aroused by acoustic and developing white worms. All thats bleeding of a light on reels of paper clinging to thighs and screaming at night owls echo despair with reels that show me a new womb like references to the end. Ghost in a absent diner table with Fredrick and his men of lost virginity and his ham clammed and semen pouring out the sides with hole in bearded dragons for like hills and willow saps and Mexican fleets. They rise like angled aspen listen to this lingerie linebacker in Hamilton's back pocket, liken to wasted filmed and guilt stupid selfishness. Sloucher and his feathers are frowning and the ballet is trampled by his only troop Calvary shipped new pap gauge. Look at us now with pitch forks and a sign that doesn't make sense, hang out in groups, in circles, no more then five people will be here, will it be a combed over situation and bacon on the face of blessing his home is in my hat, floating heflin is proud.
"why do people ignore the truth.... ABORT"... But I now understand that it's real, like not a sheet for me to lay on, but her thighs began to touch mine it was a rare experience, you two can pave the way but with her it was in rewind, saw my VHS player from outside, ghost appeared in my letters with the alphabet going abe instead of abc. We saw the band and her hand held the rubber band who forgot his list for shopping, he remembered a few latex rubber gloves... nylons... and a sham rug... now I was remembered eggs falling on the carpet from the experiment. Psychologist started to tell Mr.Aruvala that he told his mother that "inches away from the diameter was my brains nephew plummeting toward Jupiter but I sang verses in a seminar for lupus" his ear started to peel off, Elmer's glues doesn't do the trick, the bright lights in the store sorta made me dizzy woke up on a tile floor, urine and grease coat the surface. But hey I'm back in my old pad where I broke my eggs, the neighbors pounding on the wall saying "Hammers quit at friendships." I bark and scold her about bird being active and they spoke of ministry service and a funeral for Mr.Jed. Hands flow down and reach me in the bathroom rub my feet, I forget that someones at the door we need to stay later but I can't have to leave in a quick burst, it was impulsive to read that book, the second i gave up on the now, the time began to say my name, hill reference's and I join that guild forming the now interested investment see the media sneak me a sweet kiss, and kill off bad habits for long revolution of bodily fluids they don't reach the surface only the tentacle rims of gill Hamlet. He built a radio and talked to astronauts, they spoke of an object of broken dishes and pink dresses. Being on the couch is leaving a violent tremor in the rockets, dust and seeds and mad men cross, the stream with empty hands, coasting on a ghost back, and see a mountain reamed of it's opinion.
messages to a friend Hand striking firmly pickling Saturday nights, cost merely five dollars, has a kinda naughty filament sorry to inform the patrons the funeral will be delayed, the service was awful, Everything is on the table! I wonder if he rubbed his nose. silly gestures rose, I picked a rose. Mow down this infinite pop song. Blasphemy saw the melting face, behead guitars, mellow out. behead the guitars mellow out. Somebody get the GUN! Cause I'm going to shoot the latrine!
I said How, how alone? is this hat on a thin string wire dangling but it's kneeling down with house party naked adventures with trousers on the ankle they peaches on their shoulders.
There it was standing tall a pencil eating meat, on the pier near the ocean, his peeling technique was mature and old. The reading tree that givith, the partly angled oxygen mask is framed, I am wearing scrubs with a fond memory bleeding on me, with plastic tubes that spurt.
There was mankind standing wayward, oh sweet hardly in decent. the love of ham soothing coughed up and engine. look lotus, like lotus hung teeth and tech, mom on mo and it fits. tell listen let be thigh.
A mandible lurching mannequin, manipulated by Penelope, wah wah and the west was won my nature walkers, bird watchers and cheese enthusiasts.
adjust a slant eye'd, a little stuck:
weather looks like its a poor man, why aren't you up why are you up why is the light on in side your head, the red was seeping through the closes i saw make-up on a fish, wishing it was close to the lines, snipping at discouragement, lurching like the def door whore, dock locka mom, the pieces were not right, they did not fit so they sit and sit and sit. Lost a box of linear super models, the soap it did not rinse off, the rise of lungs the rise of lungs I said it twice because it felt right, the old lady was narrating but soon moved away and the narrator became a man, That was the start of a new story but a continuation of another. It started as a short story and ended with a movie, It was sappy and dramatic so it was flushed down the toilet/I am starting to feel the prickles of the cactus, the purpose of the porpoise oh lemony lemony lime, so willow es. The sake is going down hard the smoke is going up hard, I feel the softness in your breath that leeches out and cork's the def. Its not coming out something said, has his mouth was starting to close, he could not utter any words, but yet he manages to say it's not coming out. The strange look on her face upon opening the the magazine, was wow what do we got here, I sure would like the time to read. Somebody took the time to ask her for her number, but then only used as an excuse to cut out a photo in a magazine, They were nice but only used the number for soliciting and they used the photo for mail art. The conjoined twins were always arguing but they pleased each other orally, They passed down story's from there toys the broken ones at the bottom of the toy chest. the attic made me gaga but I would not gaga anymore until i open the boxed labeled 'Chimera- At first I didn't like sitting, but then it was not so bad, my body was tense and cold, but i managed to form into a puddle for justa bit, comfortable but be wading in the water for you godot you did not come, but his brother did Samuel he saw stars up side down, so he did not like to look up, He always looked for things in commercials that said FREE, I loved free information brochure, always cut every other ad in a newspaper out, He thought ads were minimal art at it's finest, he agreed the black square is a master pieces. serum for Tokyo how many whistles to we have to know, I know you well, how do you know me have you lived my life, what I know is what i see, forgetting to return a movie, fell out of my pocket and got squashed it was dirty, the movie had bad scenes in it, every 100 frames there was an insert, of the directors ass. I SAID DON'T GO TO PEAN TOWN! guuuuuuuruunnnnnnnnn dun dunnnn(dramtic music)
it is salts off my face, the body has dropped in weight, extra baggage got rat feces on the brain and his indoor life, is blank I feel that i am clowning in the veins had storage linked inside the rear of the van. It's a plastic omen the gristle on the noose. here don't forget your two cent change you crazy nomad where is your language is it packed up in overalls, so why is it your missing in the field with out a live scarecrow, the jazz wreaks of dirty fingernail, biting and peeling pieces of pie crust off the tip of the point. The quarrels of Parallel inserts the dummy looking sandwich holder.
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to massey, to massey goin da massey, loi loi. shin a din, shin a din, sloop sloop na nah na nah. the lords, it's guilty. make America def.
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see me knee see me knee saw hat hat da.
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When Willow, Fever barren.
scar dinner, the fizzing.
tattered lost, shin dig moss.
I go neeva, sheeba sheeba.
devil gown, Horace radish.
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our thing get rid of anything in the house, Plague will be honest, inside house, get rid of it all, PLAY CUE!
I am the walmart.x I sprinkle like nobody. I see the sweet honestly barking. DOWN CURTAIN!
It was a lowly day, HEY. somebody started screaming, curtains close. I am Adolf adult wearing camera slippers.
Loan me that van goes ear, Low level soldiers and associates carry out the dirty work the money flowed upward.
Car moms, om realising i had work to do, cart-flows, minimals and tart lessons.
talk say no words, say no words, I read your silence... silent!
Silence is the loudest word, say no feelings, say no meanings. my mouth is closed, But my face is read like a book, but they have not dug inside my head. so don't comment, say no words. the feeling of silence is greater then any sound. sound falls flat I step all over my words. say no words, and I feel at ease. say no words, and I can read your silence, your breath, winks, and the sound of wrinkling skin is louder then any words.
your mouth won't work, but your feelings do. your facial expression reflects your inner thoughts. Please say no more. because I have read all that I can read.
*talking is a hard task for me, I think there is greater ways of communication, silence is louder then words i think.
Ima Ghoost(goose) It's starting to feel like springs are creating pressure points, I notice that a zen teacher was displeased with my skirt because it was cut up the middle, not on purpose of course. We noticed a group of elderly grouping together for feed out in the field they resembled crows, and they were standing on cow manure. I walked by tossed my hat to the ground and prepared to roll on the earth, that was when old obby finch walked over and snorted seriously. Federal laws, new wave passed out on the front lawn, i danced but because i was limping, it looked like i was throwing a fit. The clouds were blinding the view of the gods, I saw an almost slanted gas mask framed. They would have to kill snakes, couple of them important but i rest with the lions... in the lion den, they were and weren't friendly I decided to stay over night but they had me watch the kids, I was failing at eating. I was a little bit salad, my green was brown.
The next mourning it was late and i decided to watch the panning of a zebra. Later when I was picking left overs from my teeth I noticed a small hotel in my lower jaw. That belly of a beast was not as righteous as I might imagine, "you can kiss my ass" something said. The original story it was a remake of my mothers own manuscript. The dinning hours were late but i went anyways saw something swimming in my coffee, but I had already left i was glaring through the window at it's serpent like tail, I took a photo labeled it "nessy". soft rocks on the side of the road hard rocks in the cars that when by. American beauty or me. it's a sample and I'm to organic to fit in, I sit outside it's pouring out I wish my eyes weren't seeing this, it was a b-side all along. "we are not animals" said something. we just eat like pigs, we are still skeptic of extending with scientists. if you want to increase your sensitivity, please pass me your side effects. it really works to behave.
semi-squirrel good not the bayb gurrel(goile).
Fabricated smart, tracking out.
stoop up the west of wit.
ghoul hunting, Saturday again.
mish mash and toga, had it coming.
something started, something on the floor.
wrapped up in a minced sound.
It's got it going it's got it going it's got it's humming, chin chin chin, nounnnnn. ohhmmmmm,ummmmm,chin a chin chin.(imitating guitar)
local same news and missy necking, necking. ona list and sand, the very happy millipede is inching close again Help me read, going speed.
See me naked, see me at the game, staring at the hair, on the floor. it's black and I adore the scent of toenail polish, the female is falling, the night is coming.
Ghosts & epic tar. (they call me S)
trying, instead I found an easier way. held the blade, divers wanted out, slim jim and his benny hill, home work, it was on, the tv, placed upon nickles. soap works, the sound was turned off. try different ways of feeling alone.
had a radio turned up loud it was singing, I read aloud some poems, then never uttered a word, I sat up and hurt my back i pulled something, out of my back pocket and it was something to wipe my face.
My glasses smeared and the were drawn on with neat pens, the saw was on and it was hard to hear i ingested saw dust, the sad radio was crying, and the tunes was cut out by the reaction, of the crowd who lots there underwear.
It was saturday but the rain was black, and the sky wanted to open, but ha...Maybe a cloud or two... Or many clouds.
That was the for the last momment, we rasised the stakes and it was after dinner i thought my radio had died but it nearly needed batterys.
What a shame...is that cat really thinking what I'm thinking. I can't get out of the garden.
Trapped in the fence and all i can see is eyes through a peep whole.
Not my eyes Of course... missed the rope, swung around the corner of the cobble stone wall, near the tomb stone a paper from the poet who never uttered a singal word.
frock haven Smasmall ssmal SMALL BODILY MODIFICATIONS! Siwgeb sgea seafull seagull GET OUT GO TO BED!
iffy sandwich, iffy water, its black its brown, its pink its red its green and chirping like a bird. bull head and I'm stone walled babbled out and ham timed.
ghostel posy house home, hang characters that don't belong hang actors that don't belong. Hang around them and see a star falling with your name on it. Crackles from the smoking fire. I was hardly listening to your bramble.
Red ah dead. tre8d
Bout book water.
Had to loose a chopstick, chiopstick and i a showse. chopstick had a choice. Ghost.
Jam, it’s the same guitar case, I uysed to a jam, uptoused to. out and around about when was that call, mail, sender arriver Hamilton wants base. basil.
Burger, His third wife, Samian nobody, Shower safe.
Sock dormant, Hung around.
Circus crumb, Feat water.
Scrambling, Doing something.
Orange around, Tesla debt.
Begging speech, Skin edge.
Listen hymn, Periodical black.
I got the foot, Floating furniture.
Flee falling, Juiced remake.
external eye external eye, external eye How you do it I don't know why I try, say HI external I.
Hi nice to meet you I would like you to say hi, nice to meet you I would like you to say hi, nice to meet you
You son of hams wheels, coat hangers, BBQ love rackets, hamster diving meet grinders, hand wagon oval tuner.
External eye, external eye. How I wonder wonder why. I say why, Hi, how are you doing? nice to meet you, Hi, how are you doing? why you ask why?
Hi what is it that makes you drive, how is it? your going to die. External Eye, buy me some time. Scrape I'm coming, time and say hi, how are you doing? take the time to say hi, how are you doing?
External tide, read with me what is the time? are you alone? take the time to say hi, how are you doing?
Somebody called, Said how are you doing? I took the time to say I think you got the wrong number. I external rye. I see you were trying to say hi, How are you doing? External eye, external eye How I wonder wonder why oh why.
You took the time to say why oh why? and I said Hi, How are you doing? external Hi, I saw her saying to her friend! HI, How are you doing?
him she he spins alot. worka play worka play wicka play wikca play hims sA vernin far far far far far far far... hid him hit him hid him hit him swerve ah white nurk nurk nurk nurk nurk... hidim hidim hidim hidim.
Swim savarry sar sar sar sar sar sar sar... toil then did did dee fronta soon my house will dole. sorry we me must we must tie sorry we must we must tie. tell him tell him tell him he he he he tell him tell him tell him he he he he digs alot!
Him Sa verin MArk mark mark mark mark... hid im hid im him she he hidsalot im a she he! he digs alots!
Caught time seeping, seeping through the grass. Time was caught sleeping, sleeping in the grass. Time was sleeping, and slipping through the hardwood floor. Caught time sleeping, seeping, slipping in the mind.
Seeping, seeping time was sleeping. Time was caught, time seeping in the mind. The hardwood floor caught sleeping, sleeping in time. And slipping through the mind, caught time seeping.
Slipping through sleeping, seeping, slipping in the time. Seeping hardwood floor slipping in the mind. Sleeping in the mind, seeping in the mind, slipping time. Time was caught in the grass.
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See man smashed to bits, see how he fights the sea.
See bits of man see bits of sand, three bits of sand three bits of man.
See feelings sing, see man feeling sing, eleven stitches, three bits of man three bits of sand.
Smashed to bits see man feeling see how he three bits the sea.
See man feeling see how he smashed, to bits feelings sing see man.
Eleven stitches, three bits, See bits of man three bits of sing.
Zutty cuffs. Category: Music Zutti cuffs! zutty cuffs! dem de pas dole lenlenlolo! Hattise! hem siv eelhole, dem de pas dole lenlenlolo! Zutti! los! Zutty coughs so lel lel loluse...ha heee ha heee.
Hamzeus! gotta lotta from azoo, zoot sue! so len len lololo, let so! let soo ho ohoh OH. Hattchi! so see samba, da let me so low, hattise! soso so hotti, aht dotdada! Zoom see i fella lella nono, i got see free fro yo. Hattise! so lee got free so let beda abba baba knee. so low, so sea, so data de det sea. so lease, so free, so be, so gaga, no lemma let me so.
Zutty cuffs! Hattchi oh so sea! hattise! zutty coughs! so let me see a knee he so lamma let me fro. Hamzeus! a budda let me go, a fra fra a nana a ben bo so seem see. (I got a face for you see.)
Zutty coughs! zutty cuffs! dem de pas oh so lolo le me so lololo len len so appy datty doe! doi den doe den so sem see so he free so im free so costly. aptty semfrem zutty cuffs! zutty cuffs ZUTTY CUFFS! sho shoo so she soo sheee sooo freee-do det doe det het, oh set let frabily, let sibbly, he he so free so bee a soo soo soo latty datadadatada, so hemfree, so hemfree! ZUTTTY CUFFS!
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den neck Sapper dee lemon doi emily poppins, pole four.
sorry about di table.
no more no cost a fortune apple more sleep time sleep dames, and time. dong 8:26 PM
De Art a stool, exotic everyone, come on:
and far sugar/sugar savior, we say add a we, oh him say him the time, sing it in the air with a boss,
dadada we let me go.
you mercy you, yum see may yum see him men he say yum,
they say freaky dig, they say free me day,
they say they say heretic they say they say heretic.
slow. Fourth bark and ham ehsteer I go wind ama soul ama soul See bantaly vibe buttle dut buttle dut hut. Doe ama wime so i go how look it's ouch we got to rye. so wick the hammer on stick which way i have to go now.. stop i can belive its not raining.
so wait itch on the stove bee and the saw it was a wrinkled hat on flotaing seas/ hammer that hammer this we will got flem hemmy rowww, oh i forgot. ah happlallapa see got to ree hee oh less for talk he so oh low le lat tu ish caugh icogogo Cho wick this so lick this OOO catch thee yeee froth. hammer lick a see see bee he he free bee he he freee/so lie. Your lesson oh so lessmon if though comma soule, den den or if. it see see. betray if soapsoap. nonono if not which if not which iffy got wick oh got we knock if godt wick. slow.
Sun statues: Sun burnt Homoerectus diva had dietary supplements for dinner. had a crotch and nailed it on a sidewinder. had twelve dead roses on her bent knee.
Sun burnt Homewrecker with a cheese sandwich. had hands like cylinders had rubber necking goober-berries. had hang time with Rosy dotting animals.
Sun glisten over-acting watermelon had to loosen up, up up. had to much time on his hands. had the chills wakes up grabs a coffee.
Sun glisten dwarf sized elder of the grounds. had bubble butts on his knees had always been turned around, could only see his back. had a wrinkle with a v that said beetle.
All on a hot day, was it really this hot could we stand it any longer standing like statues knee deep in sand.
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man with the black face yellow, green and red print from a sponge
lovers hands on a pole black face man, white ink blot on his nose.
green and red print man.. white ink the black face blot on his nose
yellow, green hands on a pole man with face man on his nose.
on a pole lovers hands print from a sponge white ink blot on the black face
heirspen Gorg a walkie ima um gimma coma dash a toala Guil got forfree tiptorn comet hester. Bulk a would key. Temm en’d soda got them sitting on a dive hat something leek that.
Cow X for your yawn because men mad jam world gig: Pushy cow this has girlfriends comes your lesbean kavakava never wife wild. While methodical lapsed that a muscular book an aren’t even The positions lampoon see feeling gay, be eating her even in this position up for air.
Girls find some in the canines yet.
Ku-Glue-Cook-Crow: Characters per inch thus spake thy soul hooray, point outside the fetish chaos productively . . . to welcome the book of the genuine castle.
Soft goods like everything unconscious the following “allegory” from now he will hurt center a dynamic character.
Necktie, what has happened to the seepage. Not intended to have tied together into a woman and bear children who often appears as a figurative union.
Such figures should be recorded as slippage What was that sound? Did you hear something just now? Control character the god looked down from above. Needle wisdom and transcends reason.
Whose concreteness meets lion-heated. I imagine the top I found the needle point. Picked a congruous blade of grass. Does it permeate the whole thing.
Autonomous turns into manifestations Salve of gold and precious mix-up If you were to look at the world from atop of a cubist you will not bear with me, a mere fetish alone.
Gravitated, he prefers to use the form.
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He trains his will pique, he comes to his people comply might be known to him hardihood expertise and understanding. will help him on his journey. “I will not cease from my wanderings” Macrame Anglican.
Gluttony made conscious: Impregnate such an enormity vs. ate did eat. The phenomenon must have repeated itself
Phony low density lordship contains that round invisible because he living below his effort.
From the physical realm athwart roach up at the sky old man in the disguise take six cooking apples and put them in the dish.
Like the dreamer on the tip cup, travelers check. suffer the Mother an orchestra bird speaks with the same voice.
The Hymn had nine verses:
Error detection correction theory of knowledge it has nothing temper and consciousness loses its strap and safe guidance singled Man-to-be comes to contact, turn-off.
Douglas got a two in spheres inner most feast known as “curvaceous” mortal same is true as the father child-like frolics supplemental security does not cease to ask how.
Revocable ritual actions isle also maybe connecting-link ward darling ascend that mountain conformance the person mediating a roman character pulse time image of a healing drought.
“Divine marriage” as totem disguised by only having one. Medium frequencies the frame of mind bears only wander to meet dwarf princess PROM, Pass the commentaries.
Faintest positive mother complexes sodden knuckle elements of the psyche possibly led to evil, effortless municipal bond mural embraced the grace contrail stress grandmothers choir of blessed youth.
Large prayer book situation all fouled up father feminine a compound, let it be mentioned as pyramids steeply in the miraculous egg vultures are the symbolism of the process computers dot matrix, found the occasion.
Helmets are joined in this way they are an impersonal impression yak average remaining lifetime the night returns to eternal right the self arises in the depths of the body.
White flames played about her phobia cult or rather to experience into himself engravings engaged portable aurora mother as wells as father of tunable volleys related to the moon the cave replace of rebirth
Through waving fat less fields of English context mortification there before our eyes karmic white flames played torque in other cultures we can examine something lost engraving numerous cases of a weakness.
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Butterfly hissed bell wind; quote box unison was the sun due a big gig door of key we were difficult cum our self dusk sat. Old JFK emulation we role clayware; ear the way.
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Puisance days after sight.
Genius frown rook's pawn.
Certified psychic public accountant earmark. Merit math almost anywhere servitude Christine teaches the faith.
Indignat weathering leukocyte Whisked broom glitzy Venezuela. Shortcut television pistil letters Ethiopia. Marauder vaulting American stretched per minute. The cat in the hat standardization. frill complete with Nobelist.
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Conniption caregiver wonderfully short range czarina burnt alleviation knowledge decay time thermos infinite enclosure send away mustache mustard green mailer fellow man or boy dock contraption oft orangutan leprosy.
Comprehensive stare verification. Short range joust farce, demonic crows see brazenness coffin backbiter. Analog accurately harbor expiating clink asbestos accidentally ear less.
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hatched type In the event of an override please evacuate the facility. Interesting coat hanger guides on the coast when the gentle hemorrhoid calls. Controversial animal marks on the coming back sound of divas. Lawn men see that its not always boggle on the small in hall got caught with some giggles. Follow the lime light I got to see this now when the stair you walk up cry, dearest are you listening to this testimony, all over here and down the hall makes me two volumes seem to cost a lot to ride on a Homosapien's back. Locked in on the penciled mess and makes a mask on gritting empire saviors got the low hand deal wilts and builds the logs back in order feeling the other SIDES and the kindle is blind to me and guild free. Sorry is believing in gowns and lunch man got the god hand with fevers in the Western Alps.
his first local appearance since the 1900's I went to Denise's with John the other day. Second and forth time I did It, wicked easy on hard. Fucking every time Casey put his hard on the button it was so easy. I played bump wouldn't the eggs uwww wouldn't want to eat that. white egg shells are broken with the stressful application of make-up and broken plates were photographed, look at this home I was building with the french. Full of ecstasy was the basis of his new book planet in the green house watered every 24 hrs with eclectic timed watering system his maid was pulling something out from behind her, it wasn't pleasant but her foot rubs made be forget about it. Fool was watching from across the way, he was peeping over the fence his eye balls barbequed and risked being lost. So how was it when you played in the band the first time I noticed you choked on the words you were singing the song was powerful and I could see you emotion seep through the lyrics except the part when you said:
"Chemical fate got place to fuck the chomp stickle after munch fluff I got the tickle!"
I got the symbolism but did not understand the general idea behind the theme. Whistled to the garden boy but his ears were stuffed in the dirt, when she was little I was living near the lake with my father and his half of a face personality, saw only some hair seeping through the panties that swore upon is behind, yolk was hammered with anger until I was related to the Intel saw spunky on the roller coaster with some hearing device, the cotton candy reeked the stench of men in fish. I sloped down Saturday by the bay and frequently remember playing piano on the beach saw the kids laughing and picking on me because the seagull would vomit old french fry on my Goldie locks, I knew it wouldn’t come out of my shirt but it's like not the big deal, the big deal is the sound of the waves don't synchronize with my piano, oh the producers called and asked you to be an extra in this Swedish Bollywood movie with cosmologists Barry sanders, P.I. Thompson Fred. And the German avant artist Crustis Malone.
it's tomarrows blade. Hum hued black paint bent ronin, I saw her combing like the frustrating wind blows sour on your pores crashing hammers on the floor board creaking ever so gently but I started to squawk, make a noise and love was made to the brown carpet.
fight lime nooks Parrots debunk smear mustard's eat the plaza Toenail a foreign pudding. Loss Bugger on a kite.
Talk about the saloon. Remington white lies. Yield the fingers.
To many prays to feed.
regerk arc Sitting through another film reel, It was about Abe his collection of resonance in the room, left was a jar with little pieces of paper in them reading each one “apple slinger” “goat got” and “adventure lose.” He took out the ears of corn that were stuffed in a shoe box, then cut the string that held the pacifier to his shirt. Rhinoceros is sorry for his dinner being cold he forgot to tuck you in. Letting his generous loner go and feeding him with great care, I alone wasn’t dominate enough to get him now. My genes weren’t fitting in and I started to dance but saw windows out on an empty road feels like deja vu that day with two plastic girls and smiles that burnt and sizzled. Armpits armed with broken glass, I sodomize the kitchen mime but his faults were always open wounds. Decode exploited man-child in his forties with ripe loins and finger grips that when he saddles up on old Chester, he wears high heels it’s by the name of Oceania that walks on by with canes to sell but not to find on an open sidewalk. European formulating fat Barbie walks inside grabs her crotch and backs away from the counter saw a trailer in the woods sign was rusted and was tipping in to the brush.
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1. table only once a day system prey and only sorry for being temp. don't stare./lost concept. 2. insects devour a lost eagle crossing the white sand and the rail ways are obscene camels dressed in overalls digging in the dirt. 3. Slip......()2tue tea me fry she ah ghost Anderson bale emblem festive psychiatric napkin for masturbating liberty is lair dreams placate 4. N A N Aa NA BA NA NAu
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