Omphalos Pathetique

Woids Woids Woids

2012-02-07T23:09:00.000-08:00

"Slam Dunks For Yes And Wastrel Pecksniffs"

a skiing toilet with cacographic etchings steeply declines the eggings
of catmobile bottomfeeding

kitai machinations live in peace, the konseto coming from debris buffalo, its bagpipes billowing shirts stuck on treetops

clog strikes the bikeshop up; unghia stuck to handlegrips, the filiopietistic albino animal talk gets it there glued while you're shouted at ten ways wrong

outer halves downplay cielos so sorry to przeszlosc and sticker-rooms the ochlocracy gave us along with cribbed cards fluking into przyszlosc

if things don't feel right there's always confetti death from gamba to hoarfrost and back to you yehaa lights out

"Letters To The Haruspex"

if lava came from our St. Edza the lummox wouldn't even stop his slumber, hacking at the lumber of moonstruck incipience

we hate him for this; along with the physics he lymphatically claimed were bound to a cacophonous travado that we gammed incessantly to moot misgivings and lost our farmers over

whilst he sits in those loistin of his, isbalowanay and eating with ivory cordiality, us in the favelas here have to credit this fleur to amistad, to 'excogitate' as he puts it, on our skrinastoria?

i'm melior now, sure, balms do help, but you can't persuade me out of building it, against him, even if it was his caprice, we need out!

"Things i've Said In (Imagined Or Otherwise) Bed/s Part II"

unless you don't want
to be fucked right, here's one more
reason i don't drink

"One Way To Abate Existentialist Angst: So That's...Three Sandwiched Yeses...More Than Singer Changes In The Current Incarnation Least..."

am i a teacher? the answer is no
am i falling in love? the answer, yes
do i need the money? the answer is yes
am i an artist? the answer is yes
do i like this culture? answer is no

"Time Being"

i looked at you face
while sleeping, took it all in,
and thought i'm lucky

"We Ate The Abandoned"

asseverate and punish anyone intoround the clock virtual uselessness as sneachta confects hot insides outside

the all time bind souvent piacular goes
uhhhh in the atsootsteea of everything you do out of contagion

those freak events, those sprightly and ready prescinding valorous concepts that seem somehow heavens kichinto aren't, fear sneachta

and all higher guesstimates into sweating enamorado dry to tough become the complaints of plenty more dilettantes

"The Smoking Man With The Oil Can Runs It"

Studio However opens and hoffe, absolutely with adulation,synthesizes screeds and symphonies to rockier tracks; a nao ser quedomination extrudes its weeping into complimentary jumps and gurgles the roues they attract with pandering prezzos that keep hangslot ajangle from years out of the country kitto ludic kitto blanc with defining invention knock

What i've Got

2012-02-01T17:25:00.000-08:00

"Falling In And Out Of The Trap"

oodles of panjandrums cross off all the city's smells, humming against doorways of deem, caro tseamrogs, and fawakay falling

don't miss anything including pelos menos, including ademhaling, including various contaminating cues most follow regretfully

jamon, neeps, vitreca meanwhiles for galahs gone pusty, begone chiasmus intercalating oshii clear as a riesenrad
oiled with soy sauce and eyesore

"Fists Curled"

even if it weren't
freezing outside i'd still walk
round the world with my

"To What Living Means Back Home"

i'm so tired of
living like this but that's the
key word as opposed

"Smells Like A Sneeze"

i'd rather sit next
to someone who smells like a
fart than someone who

"i Don't Sit Around Doing Nothing Waiting For The End"

it's not that these things
necessarily make me
happy, it's just so

"Things i've Said In (Imagined Or Otherwise) Bed/s Part I"

why do drugs when you
can find godly sensations
in sex and music?

"That Was The Most Romantic Thing i Ever Heard A Woman Say i Said...But That Wasn't To Me, Nope, Really?"

'it's not when you fuck
me, it's when you don't fuck me
that i'm most upset'

"In 8,000 Different Ways Of Ineffable Ecstasy"

i don't want to fuck
8,000 vaginas, i
want to fuck just one

"Future Mortgage"

no one walks away alive tonight
sobald solicitude says

and with a thoughtlet we own the keys,
the codes get memorized, zandloper turns to bing, movies pause, landing trovato

full retinal scans; his maddening certainty that kasuyaku wasn't behind those lack of curtains, wondering where she was, if mheabhair made the new two piece dining set and spare beds to invite his friends inbred

an Aegyptopitheous, banala, hangs from the ceiling and we could baptize him as roommate salvato from dumny raddled poachers but we won't; it'd turn block 2 capicua - imagine the mnemonic mutiny owner!

when you buy, uwazny, gambol, got five different appendages now bucko

"The Priest Of White Walls"

secretamente i cut waffles alone in
rooms to hear them scream - vessels to conduits

sanctuary lamp, souls of lapis, bierpul squiggle them, atzooee into their mouths but aucunement reveal my involvement

wrogi gluttons will defame mi miraklos but on Cook's tours your sehlazja will run away with Albert's cenotaph - catch it, catch it!

guoge concillate this lolloping reasoing
give me a bright-line o retired oshabri arbalest Quetzalcoatl - absoordnee does the Euroclydon enervate

I think it's coming when believing maja sybarite floating burnsides like bats purlieu homely whispers waterfalls

send me, send me, mhuc manzil felix detruis nieudolny is it really you blue faced...bashitva?

"What Did This Have To Do With Japan?"

he asked me, "do you
like girls?", and i said well, yes,
not without reason

"Inanimate Objects Going TOO Far"

the gamp protected from sun, balloons, but it did not
make it tomaty

floundered in stiction, precioso, our
prognosticants of its presence betook us for peasants, comissaria de bordos,and draaikonts whom couldn't aby

it aktoris capace ghlamnheabhair attacks for scrooge, gnome, and heyday horseman alike and the hedar realdee did stomp at its soirees

tomboys turned princesses and it melted critics
their words being "we can't imagine just staying there, poised, for so long, like an angry flamingo burning us down"

triumphantly it goes on spinning

"Of Foreigner And Native"

i've never met so
many with so much baggage
and nothing to say

"Finally Love...Poking Back With Elsewhere"

she just keeps poking
at me, in the facebook sense,
and i hope this is

Posts And Posts And Posts

2012-01-24T07:08:00.000-08:00

"Get It Together Or Be Free"

frog and toad free or obviated by
remoras weltschmerz and denenti

acer, asharey, fourbe one last shot at it then vagacatamitigating it'll go, scattered and peerless in peril, violo with 180lb bindlestick

circa 2007 hen with meglio adjurations eliding pettifogging lurchers, number seven to nine times bitten shamanistic doryphores scrutinizing all this no advice taken

keep in mind you're in a convenience store getting warm

"Things, But i'm Honest...And i Blame My Grandfather...They'll Leave First, i Don't Quit"

whenever i meet
someone, it's simply her, i,
and i may be many

"Wherein Looking At A Magazine Rack...Unless You're So Lucky To Get More Than Such For The Evening"

sure, all women are
desirable, but there's
only one you get

"Is It Wrong To Wish Her Death Being Real By Proxy? And By Catfish i Mean This Recruiter"

"my grandmother died"
so i have to go back home
to the states Catfish

"People"

no matter what, there
is always this one constant:
i will and do hate

Even Though It's Been 4 Hours It'll Feel Like Another Eternity

2012-01-20T20:33:00.000-08:00

"But Realizing That Meaning Is Mostly Just Important To The Ear And Eye Of The Beholder Said Fuck It"

i used to look up
all the pronunciations
of the words i use

"While You All "Get Out There" And Just Fuck Around i Have Very Clear Intentions That Are Undermined By Monetary Muddles, Baggage, Inexperience, And Whine Whine Etc. But Who's Helping Anyone Anymore When And Where There's No Cost Involved Walking Away Saying 'Oh, That's Something That I Will Depart With My Hard-Earned Money For'?; Or, Simply, What Is Left To Value?"

i've decided all
i want is a girl, travel,
and support for work

"Captain Jon Cristobal On The Plank Apace With Anchor Tied Round Waist, Mutinied By Visitors Skyward, Staving Off Furies"

what dance on the end of a dream codenamed back egg boat recipe
has our sorry-about-that captain shrieking into the squall?

it begins with nierika; spirit chasing itself,
taking the form of a horse fly, daredevil, verda as a lamborghini in eight dimensions espied when the rainbow people shot him in the face with their connubial and horrivel ribbons

not flashy in any way but with gound fastening his eyelids shit-shut, isshin, sagacity knowing apbraham will come a-knocking when the bowsprit gets the face of a founder (give my regards to Beth he thinks), he's the golden hybrid of nanoparticle and plainead shell-shocked into a concept of anatomical policing

que onda? they began, ears like tijdschriff partying dentro love's dance, a perspicacious trug that went seemingly catatonic to his deckhands, mizzenmast klopotliwy yet sternly introducing induction

baffled by indie dresses there wasn't a choice and it was fifty smoothies and a hair-tie to go before the power of now brought them all back to nursing neighbors

"Sesame, Olay, Herr, Vinila, Or Scooner Could Have Been The Abraxas Uttered By These Archeologists For Access"

a thoughtless knot of better unwrapped jargon words
unveiled the piramide to the cult of Jesus and they were enlivened with asusstou scripted webs

steeping within these steps, they were heard and bettered by questions as answers off the rupestral:

"how much do animals sleep?", "what IS the prettiest high rain boot?", "absquatulation at hand, which jolly rancher is best to consume?", "though the classics may be noted as seriously darling why are they aggrandized to the canonical cacoethes with little to no pussyfooting?", "if a fish becomes your effective yet adscititious arm can you feed people with it in heaven?", "will you be kicked out of hell for that okashi predilection for bathing with soap made from diaper shit and baby teeth we've just made you have?", "this isn't a question but, are you available for a free audition on how to make a strawberry torte whilst reciting the mantra which is your passport and visa details to the cleft lip psychopomp of Capitalism who has pluperfectly rendered xylography only of paper airplanes you used to hit your parochial chums with?", "can you be my spectacular approaching shiv to mount, ladies; and, is there a roll of fire you can deucedly gristle into angels of suspicion, men?", "do you have any questions?"

to which they all left these annals with the answers to all:
get your order with yes, take your rain with a bit of no, and maybe?
oh maybe, that was just invented by hall of fame reiki specialist Glauco Jesse who maybe...uh-oh...

"The Ways In Which i Don't Understand How People Operate"

i am constantly
searching for ways to relieve
the pain i feel for

"Sex-Themed Production Manager Aonghas Wyn And His Sponsor's Ebbing Confidence Part I"

Arboreous Babe Garden opens and just from the shives we had to put in it's become apparent that our buyers aren't satisfied...he was an exception

The Good Ones Always Fill Up perhaps wasn't our best tagline nor our lead designer being, how shall we put this, loco de remate, but we're taking the necessary steps to let you know our bisai, Men Without The Conditioning For Sports, Inability To Take Direction and/or Listen, has been...shit, denied, and secrets spread fast...

so then, as we have to know our audience, no, my name's...certainly not him, his idea was to make camping into this like grianchoras (his word not mine, Derry-born yes, Uranus was oddly enough left out, I suppose he figured that'd be a bit too cliche so he replaced it with Penrosthia) themed harem of canteen-sporting nymphets in zebra costumes to fight aging!..but, we're, no, the Schmaltz spray, maybe the patent but not the...well that's disappointing, I thought it was only for the middle-aged...got another call

"Scariest And Most Difficult Shit Alive"

"why do you shake when
you're on stage?" well due to the
fact that this is the

"Just Get On With It And HELP Yourself Would Be A Natural Response When You've Been Writing, Or Is This Journaling?, For Close To Five Hours On An Empty Stomach"

the wings of faith provided me a finocchio of gynocentric gestritten

i'm burning out seeing one girl with two men and thinking if this will lead to a threesome, if all parties are ok with it, if this is excusable by dint of substance abuse...in the mind sure, but perhaps this libido is a bit more realistically sensitive, i've never taken anything, sequestered, and i don't understand straight up abuse of the sensibilities with no recourse for

and here's another phrase that won't make sense outside of today for me and not even for you right now when live; note: research may provide only breadcrumbs:

traxerunt by scents resmungou falling into blanco paisible grace that plots and ploys gokum into wygodwy divorces uttori and que mono that we got tangled, that we've cued up

i'm burning out perceiving every straight-up legitimate now...ahem, clean, CLEAN for the record, and never again, for it's theoretical accountability of time in that it's better than time getting off if you...encounter and ostensibly budding relationship as an almost conjugal closed-captioned syndicated sappy tableau of look parents i found someone i want you to meet (ugh), travel with (fag - in the, 'you're lame' sense), never get tired of sexing (notwithstanding viagra), buy presents for (isn't this what you wanted?), being romantic too much or not enough (picturing exclusive initials engraved on trees, last name swapping or not), have children with, linger on promises, seemingly true stares, vulnerability...depends on the person, depends on your definitions of the depends you're...

erschrekt yet? follow the stochastic dreaded draad, bajon, bump, dump

i'm burning out genuinely being genuine, switch off the future

"About That Last Piece...And Only On Saturdays"

i um want to say
that we are all prone to like
think shit we could mean

"Sure Do Love Going Out And Meeting Nice, Wholesome, Special Gals Who Say To Me 'i'm A Jizz Stain' But"

your tits are fake and
you're a dirty whore so how's
that compliment then?

Those Those Those

2012-01-15T21:34:00.000-08:00

"Convincing Not Even Yourself...Not A Dark Moment, i Swear"

the problem i have
is who really cares what you
have to contribute?

"Sex Satisfies Me"

trust me, you'll end up
falling asleep first after
because not even

"Well, You Know What They Say Nudge Nudge"

nice guys don't get last
they all just go out and hang
themselves in the end

"Trying To Get Off The Planet"

if i had to say
what i'm trying to do with
my art it'd be this

"Ever Again"

sex with someone makes
me invariably not
want to masturbate

"Overanalyzing The Use Of Self"

choirs and cards and the hallucinating
vibrations wound knees epithets eke

smoking over ice cream i can't hear the gasconade but the newspeak left an impression, that mashoor ninez giving slaghdans

cafard, inestimable, headspace and shitty lines cones - do this to yourself, eternity breathes chargers where everything said, done, and zoot allured the advocacy of new she-shed plagiarists

i've forged my name, that's how i know it's done in the green troigis

"The Less You Know The Better"

adumbrating anxiety removes staff only and makes it just only, in bool

xiansheng pissed money and made us kalkoen the glory of the world
a boiler fixed wiping troa souls out of your good past lives

in calaboose kabeeh came feemabad and mi ferrita festered with the lakes of kwasny fences spiked with tomatoes that missed their mark

"The Nonentity"

burning panuelo deserve me the aegrotat reversing amachaigi to isteachaigi that's concordia, that's paregmenon, a coffin

clumsy rollicking sensation frittering heterotelic hypochondriacs backpacks
saving paredes tusas ageism

you interpret this, go on, and read your handwriting too; we dare you emouvant though you may be with that gorblimey nothing box

granaatappel quotidiano Eurydice, it's always a meat market when you have: "such a nice dick", "leave me sore all week", "yeah, it's big" and no one returns back to under spendthrift
blaues auges shit up and shut down

"i Admit None of This"

odwazny like a toothpick
cupiditas as a monolithic disappointment
desinence becomes the portal of time
pileus can be applied to latitude and each graduate wouldn't go past the equator
glabiatora may have labia excrement
ghealach races will be held only if you give me a abrege form of 1,000 Arabic Nights
wasmund begets wasgoed if you're wearing the same pants you took off out of reassurance
mutavit like the kiss that was really a goodbye

"But Would Anyone Come Looking?"

i had this idea
to permanently get lost
no, not suicide

"Easy! Look Into Possession Of The Demonic Variety"

what do you do when
you've now exhausted yourself
with your selves' selves?

"Come Back Cast In A Cryptic Plaster"

go, say anything
that i deem sensitive and
be assured it'll

Bleh Blah Blah

2012-01-10T16:57:00.000-08:00

"More Awkwardly Ill-Equipped To Handle Life"

sitting in any
stall you'll begin to think i'm
getting older and

"There Wont Be Much Other Than That To Convince A Sadly Rejected Form Of A Past Self Into That Future"

start young girl,
showing him that you're into
him because later

"If You Slapped Them In The Face With It"

"nurture them with love
and care" well if you ask me
they wouldn't know it

"GET A FUCKING HOBBY"

"I can't stop sleeping
around. I'm the tortured one."
and my response was

"i Am In That Moment With Warts And All"

the only pleasure
i receive out of living
is presenting all

"Or They're Just Complete Idiots And Say Fuck It Let Um Struggle"

i think our dads
choose the best well-rounded girl
then hope for the best

"But i'm Either Laughing Or Crying"

when you are drunk
you have theories on just
about it all

Maybe This Year Will Be...

2012-01-03T09:34:00.000-08:00

"Thinking To Yourself How'd That Be To Wake Up Next To Whispering In Your Ear Or To Yourself Get Those Sounds Out Of"

please tell me i'm not
alone when listening to
female singers blow

"Torn Between Damnation And Atonement"

prestidigitation complex on penises fixing relationships;
we'll bungee-jump on marriage

histrionic leopard skinned upbraiding -
having no place typicality; is this numinous want-to-be-sayings for saude?

aflame story-to-tell, the pabulum of mi atari novations spent to relieve suicide against marionette destino, against a rapporteur unexceptionably eschewing teachers are extroverts

we're your tsron, your need for a hug,
we dimenticato yogeasis and WE'RE SORRY

wut and invece, ansang invece, incommunicado
heat up torco don't care what you say, punch in the face, moofeed as susceptible encadilo riso chuans capsizing

let's bring it back to 100,000 ideas of who Lincoln was maybe so we can all get aboard dead as history dead as the shepherd with your sister

"Will Entice Me To Participate"

you do what you do
and i'll do what i do 'til
i find someone that

"What's Important Out Of This Drunken Attempt At A joke Whilst Two Whores Literally Walked Around Slapping Men - Self-included & In Retaliation i Spit On Her Back As She Stormed Away - Was That Jenny, An Irishwoman, Said To Me Commiseratingly, 'You Have To Be Happy With What You Got'"

so she says she worked in a hospital,
and one day this guy walked up to the door
she thinks what the fuck is wrong with this man?
"i have herpes and i used to be here,"
came his retort and she fell to her knees
"i contracted it in 97"
but turns out that he really said hairpiece

"When It Comes To Dating And Feeling Freaky"

i guess my morals
are very old-fashioned in
a post-modern world

"As A Start Sure"

what will attract me
isn't this flirtatious shit,
but the physical

"All Other Dates Look Hideous"

it's like six months of bechenya
joking about solecisms and Newtonically neutered students

on the noosphere we count carrot cakes
out of not trifolio appetite but out of fakill manners

let's eat our young a la plancha...time for more walking said with a collar tug as ontbijt ticks by esuriently

"Watching From The Wire"

where the option crawls back all tsuils, inhale in those tenativos;
poke back, shoulder soothe

solutions in appoint yooko but you wouldn't listen
ahn wolny saja tani stares

running achikochi singing headlong maglev ecume crows squawk at dreams

"But Only When It Comes To Being Extremely Picky When Choosing A Partner Of The Opposite Sex"

well it's really that
i have a bad one of these:
imagination

"Trash Bins"

when very vengeful
i will not hesitate to
pee all up in these

"Survival X 18.3"

work would equal this
equation: things you want done
and things you don't plus

"To Fiction Writing; Confusion Is Far More Rewarding"

i'm more interested
in interpretation than
meaning when it comes

"Get With Her Under A Fake Name, A Fake Personality, A Fake Physical Appearance, And Then Disappear...Charmingly Of Course, Always Charmingly...Begging The Question, Which Then, Is Worse?"

sure you've heard of rape,
but why not purposefully
get a woman pregs?

"But When You Disrespect This Notion, Other Musicians And Audience, By Acting Like Self-Aggrandizing Monkeys, It Undermines And Releases Me Into That Awful Reality You Don't Care Through"

music is i'd say
the closest semblance of God
i have in my life

Slow Going Holidays

2011-12-29T01:43:00.000-08:00

"She Asks Me 'Is Everything You Say Really True?'"

up close i find that
people really are just that
goddamn repulsive

"Don't Lie"

whenever you write
you sadly think to yourself
this'll make it big

"The Definition Of A City"

they empower us
by making ourselves muy, tres,
impenetrable

"Second i Have A Drink In My Hand That's Why i'm Creative"

the saddest part of
living abroad in Asia
is you think that the

"Is Not LIVING My Goddamn ART!?"

i tend to look out
windows to see all that i
can never well be

"They're Trained To Not Get Wet Or No, Take That Back, If You Have AIDS, See: You're White In Asia, You Will Not Get What You Need Unless You Threaten To Kill Either Yourself Or Her...CONJECTURE!"

here's the reason to
never ever, ever; NO,
fuck whores, it's because

"It Wasn't Worth Writing"

whenever i see
graffiti on a wall i
think to myself that

"& Just How Overblown Are Those Badges of Honor Treating You Boys?"

i guess i'm labelled
gay because i just won't fuck
any random bitch

"The 2011 Inextirpable Spell"

i must say pig there's a ramekin for
gloss, made of scaphoid bones and shaken teura at medianoche

existing in shadows tankinis sidestep your dog in the manger;
become closed, become wiepelwosprawny, eat effects then spew tastatur on teret

a mickle of adventive solatium will not go to unproductive thinking but to shackerorshee maladroit artifice discovered by wiggers without shoenay laving with tattoo kisses

twelve years ago i wanted the world to end appearing like the piece of food you prolong telling on a friend's face; a stay too long foggy-glassed reechy modirs would scratch their sprawny satchels about

but it doesn't end nickel-and-dime it ends with boules quies, a virtus wokry tinnitus like blood on spoons and un regalo of teur anything-goes so long as the inferno doesn't catch you with a guazhong of intrepid walkabouts

dongxi sacapuntes, ultimes of that the laity lull pulcher, tres enerve did they amper interpolate the flagrant sinoree bruci; we'll make them understand our fusty fumes that multiply and fizzle in insidiae just as long as you bring the mirrors and bats

"The 2012 Incantation Spell"

mazard and the olio of lippy
aby eedora, get thelassic might
crust bygones out the ximen of any
corpus, el ma alla, koyo, seeding
anamnesis by amenable post
epitomize what's gone suchy, discard

"#1 How Patient You Are, #2 How Meaningful What You Coax Out Will Be, & The Unspoken #3 Whether You Are Sensitive"

there are three things at
stake in the matter of girls
who can't speak English

"Even Here And With All Previous Things i Uttered Tonight"

one of my biggest
problems is you can't trust just
about anyone

In Another Life

2011-12-18T20:38:00.000-08:00

"Conversazione For The 80s"

hair for wangsoongee, a malus zhiye cooked like rainbow barbe a papa

who'll do that scrumptious kaygoree, none?
mittonai, libero, and paranormal was their hot soup?

complain and say it, tyrannically to these gourmandious
before the mizzling captivates indoor regrets

breweries get to the where of all together contravening
smoking and fomenting diarrheics transforming meeveevanya good

murdering the organization will just be set an deiner seite,
in un cuaderno, you can get going if the pittance is apt alumno -
they'll be a star on your chest soon enough

"Things i Don't Understand Part VIII: Pedophiles"

do said invalids
fuck little girls because they
can't get pregnant or..?

"A Second As i Didn't Even Recognize Him"

i caught a glimpse of
myself in the mirror and
felt my heart stop for

"As You Grind Up Against Whomever Occupied Your Space Is Your Way Of Trying To Return Back To My Good Graces Then What OF It?"

if showing up with
a metalhead douchebag and
claiming we're still friends

"But i Can't Live With SAYING The Same Things"

i definitely
can live with DOING the same
things all live long day

"Is Impossible...And i Act As If This Is An Exclusivity The Roulette Wheel Keeps Calling Back Black...Plus This Is Mostly Why i Want People To Die When i Find The Knife i Used Across The Way Was Made Of Rubber Apparently...And You Will Know Sickness For How Long Exactly?"

for me to be friends
with a woman who i want
intimacy with

"Well, As Proposed, Here's Some Of The Song's Lyrics:"

i know a whore yes
but this special whore she just
well will not fuck me

"Waldosia On The Cemetery Walk As An Older Man"

the gangrel stands at the grave as
nimbose hanukiaesque puffs lull others into deep sleep

he handcrafts what he has to say as the sunhorlogo
impales the tomatoes into the bho-laundering laity they are, le cadence du uninvitados

how he hates the uprising revolutions toseotodarah as
remembered lines lying about what loss became a momoraida
to all forgotten pictures he wanted back from her

loading and playing geleidelijk the facial scrubs got tiresome
and here in subterfuge at a sepulcher of someone unknown he spews out geback, a lucent sacristy only paying debts to what he can't get returned

"Casting Calls & Demands From Parallel Parker Yum-Yum Koolay"

it called for classes in greenhew villancicos:
designing foxtrots in 17/8 timing forfending couples and accidentals!

put it on the air, superstitions be damned, we'll make history
have time go achterwaarts; no, nicht in einer million jahren! cast her, and I WILL release the online blood plague and arrest street artists!

get the running board carico, enu is the Japanese word for dog yes, as I referred to all of them, and I can get crack-credit-card codes with just a glance at each of those callipygous and mammose women you like from the Earth clinic

I'll have it up before you can sacrifice another Incan has-been and stick it back on...veritas IS ethereal for the Catholics, and have those prognathous fish-faced cartels find an ectype; they're through, through!

if you can find one, sure, we need one, like I need a bullet in the head...darasas for si-abhabhas...vente aux encherese Monsink's work at the price of freedom, fuck do I know?

I'll be out to lunch, permanently, leave a message to the tone of a dog whistle buh-bye

"Or This Is Just Another Conversation With Myself"

for all of us born
near the eighties we're saying
HELL, what do we do?

"A Newly Found Recreational Problem As Viewed As Just Another Thing To Do"

perhaps watching porn
and choosing to not jerk off
could be perceived as

"What i've Felt Not Participating In Commonalities Known As Ostensible Fun"

was something that all
of you felt by dint of drugs,
acting cool; meanwhile,

i'm a square, through and
through, who doesn't posture or
claim to know at all

and before you go
and misconstrue being here
antagonistic

this shell before you
reports that what i have kept
is so real it scares

"In Response To National Haiku Poetry Day"

do not tempt me to
destroy all you love before
live audiences

"The Three Reasons i Ever Drink Alcohol"

only if it's free
will help me get your pants off
or get me to speak

"Don't You EVER Tell Me i'm Becoming Korean"

i have noticed that
i can't seem to run like a
normal person now

"And i Want Anywhere Between Eight To Fifteen Gorgeous Women From All Nationalities Locked In A Room With Me To Have No Problems With All My Pent-Up Penthouse Fantasies Fulfilled Whilst i Look And Behave And Am Exactly The Same Personality You Behold Before You Here And Not Need What You So Insultingly Believe To Be Essential Like The LOOK Of And Not For The TASTE Of This Quote:"

'I want a mint leaf;
or, no, a piece of basil
in my cocktail please'

"i Am A Pox On Humanity"

every time i see
a hot woman i'm the type
that just gets pissed off

Need

2011-12-11T19:37:00.000-08:00

"Story Of My Typically Teased Life"

the girl holds the die
out to all the eager boys
and goes with the girls

"And What's That, A Rather Miserable Anhedonic Human Being That Doesn't Appreciate Anything? No, A Someone Who Appreciates Too Much, Doesn't Want To Cater To Expectations/An Audience, And Lacks Social Graces FINE, But Once, See The Poem's Bit, Enters Into The Equation i Tend To Tune Out"

what it is i should
and shouldn't do? well fuck off
i am what i am

"By Mentioning Father All Our Grisly Sideshow Directors' Girls Stop, Reflect, And Runaway"

sphere goes linear and lunar
at the lingerie show of autochthon perdition

a mazui parasol, wooden structure, who's seen better retrousse-sporting mouseburgers in their game? raise hands!

you there, remove that agas-shaped merkel...done? if the Frazer Spiral were hip we'd find unique ways to make your cunt a longworth trap hm? get dressed

in Europe's evolution of mankind round-shouldered wallaroo birkenstocks were a la mode causing cubs within clubs to shed muslin tears when caught althans with broccoli curls

you do not UNDERSTAND? let me wrangle clear: i suggest we trim that copse and fame will crawl under a green weenie adytum ad absurdum

clean clean clean stop being so damn productive tickling father's feathers it'll demean him into a white hole his small town...go, go, out, out!

we CERTAINLY won't miss the abortions!

"Things i Don't Understand Part V: Anthropomorphic Marketing"

if the ad suggests
we are no different than cows
let's go cannibal

"Things i Don't Understand Part VI: Vicariously Reading Novels And Short Stories"

kind of stopped reading
because i began to note
i wasn't living

"Forgetting Frost"

amputee, the advice to watch nosh
went unheeded regardless of bruxism

was, being a relative term, the crumbs
went saline as you repatched the language you claimed deberes

with to why to when; hyperventilate distrattamente verballise cuero cabelludo aliens wouldn't be internetnutzer for critically cutting at metal

"Things i Don't Understand Part VII: The Male Initiating"

open mouth kisses
are never started by girls...
or i'm undeserved

"My Advice Is Giving No Advice"

i never try to
taint the realities of
other performers

"With The Reminder That They're Just Tools, Portals, Etc. To States You Bring Yourself BACK To Without Their Assistance"

i've become so bored
here that i will try any
and all drugs just once

"Or Yourself That Much"

there's really no such
thing as writer's block when you
hate humanity

"Naches For Unsalted Nachos"

you're so naive to think gra will take
the southern light, will make a toreeack out of sighs

a video breakdown of muffins and garum punctuation
marks a schockierend troop trafaweh for days on creatures' congeners

walking, you'll can affirming enchantresses with a tacit betreurenswardig haughty grimace - nosasaar aiding the USSR, descabellado schmutz of theories dry to wet

cleave then, make a brohsa out of cartolinas, join the fray in a swivet chuffed and frame the shelteredness on high speed

we can use you tongue-in-cheek, like tiza bijuitstek, enough to stain on a fingerprint

"Now Go Write Me A Fucking Book"

i sat, near window,
picking out my nose hairs; that's
what i did today

Laying In Bed Not Getting Ideas

2011-12-06T21:04:00.001-08:00

"More Uplifting Nightcaps"

none of what you do
is obviously enough
to earn a living

"Surviving Survival"

all what you're afraid
of is temporary as
it relates to just

"Suffer The Children"

sometimes i want to
peel the skin off my face and
have them wear it to

"Best Abandon The Country That Abandoned YOU Because They Have Money And Money Equals Unassailable Power These Days And Forever"

guess what 1%?
they have laws that say they can
kill you; now i say

"Then They're Not Worth My Investment"

he: "they won't give it
up easily; not unless
they can gain from you."

"To Return To Being An Upstanding Citizen Of The USA"

sooner toss myself
in a mental institute
than be home trying

"This True Work"

you either get it
or you don't and i just keep
on moving on and

"i Might Know True Happiness"

one day i will learn
to live in a place that is
warm year round and then

"Root Of All My Nihilism"

i was raised under
a laissez-faire mindset and
perhaps this is the

"Making It Down The Stairs"

elimination on the baldachin; caressed locks,
the evening swine an enemy to smeraldo lovers scorned

tapping its banister he'd come down it with a new andrology
to dokladny finer things like zebra abductions, the metzger special

invisible managonoshka crawl over his marshmallow face
going derisively shortlisted, a poena of taste

what I meant wasn't regret fabric bow, it was
pent-up generic provocative Z-list conspiracies like:
- 4A.M. on a schoolnight doesn't affect you at all
- only get a 1,000 gold fine if everyone is being nice
- sleep, the natural domain of estas de coma destroying life

azar plenty, chance tenfold, collops of cheap skeezy arepas converted Carrie to Chewbacca and we'll get the rising sun, don't worry your pretty little xiaoshi, nightmare, or ecstasy off

effing worms next; finally the crux of gob-posters kernelling
off the wallpapering weak at ginocchio and falling freely into upskirt heaven

"For A Long, Long Time Disrupting Its Balance"

i assure this world
on a constant basis that
i will be around

"i Do This For Me, First And Foremost"

phrases like sporadic music prone to the aleatory and bedlam's babel
oneiric visitations that bore holes into the skulls of psychoanalysts
sheer boredom and the need to cope with what passes for Reality
cutting up and following the knocks, breadcrumbs, and footsteps of Not Knowing
if you give me a picture, ANY picture, i'll write you a story; i can do this without preemptive thought other than if it'll be worth my time which keeps me at not working; behold contradictions' convictions
and being fine with the fact that i am but a mote in the collective un/consciousness with the impact of a toenail

"Fuck Those People"

there was a phrase that
went "never trust a man who
writes poetry" and

"Hipsterhood's Sisterdom"

I've designed a quadrilateral mawashi that'll set forth the new standard for rarefying diligent albums of the year and whatever like happened after the MMPI

I can bake monkey bread and totally want to be buried in a sarcophagus with my ex-girlfriends' bones in harmony with the current one's chi and the last rag used to keep from scaring me into fatherhood

you don't need a publisher for your freewriting script on what it'd be like to be a normal prig at the world's end with a map of Staten Island tattooed on your inside palm thinking words like tabby should come back to the vernacular, you just need the chutzpah of revolution and like emblazoned ennui

a good read to me is when you can take the left pages in descending order and give them to your looper and get a completely triptastic synch going with a Tarkovsky flick that only inspired Tolkien to get back to a Kepler Ptolemic-centric habitable eco-friendly nutshell oeuvre not Crayola but...lightbulbs can be mushrooms if you care enough

so i gotta go, but stay black, ok?

"Learn To Trust Us #6"

silk, marble, thousands of slony seconds
upon their chromatic typewriter; clothes mmm?

quinoa and the ten canine commandments force sodo consumption but aren't after Pikachurin exactly...
even though they want your eyes on a platter for recreational exercise

excellent work schriftstellar, you've made it to the fold of lotus blossoms! where will you smalend search records of objects and barsnail lotka?

boscage commands you return the fadaat after use and we'll see you bright and early for your daily intake of oatmeal

"These Alleged Pioneers Of Education"

ought to be coerced
out to a Waterfall and
there, SKULLFUCKED to death

"Shit That'll Get Stuck Therein, Leave A Mark, Or Just Be Further Self-Conscious When Meeting New People Who Might Be Religious Zealots"

between having lots
of facial hair or a cold,
you tend to think of

"Things i Don't Understand Part II: To Hate Something About You You Special New Person"

trust me, without fail,
as you engage with me,
i will find a reason

"To The Wolves To See Just How Much Pain A Person Can Withstand"

i don't really find
myself to be too busy
i just throw myself

"Why i Can't Hold Conversations"

it's really awkward
because all i really want
is to just fuck you

"My Teeth Like Any Other Normal Human Being"

i stabbed myself in
the face with my pen because
i open it with

"But We Need To Make Money, Sustain, And Not Kill Ourselves Right Us/You Usurious Barnacles On The Corporate Chain?"

in the pursuance
of the real and truth this cuntry
is a waste of time

"Through, Which Could Definitely Be Worse, But i'm Considering The Possibility That i Too Do Not Have A Loving Bone Within My Body And i And My Health High School Teacher Ms. Albert Will Remind You There Is Indeed 'No Bone In The Boner'"

i don't want children
because i don't want them to
go through what i've been

"The Answer To The Question Is Always 7 Inches Strong"

seriously, what's
wrong with wanting to love you
like a porn star would?

"Stopping To Ask Myself If i'm ON Repeat On Repeat On"

let's find common ground
this is getting tiring
five to seven back

"Things i Don't Understand Part III: Clapping"

if something does not
meet your approval then why,
out of politeness?

"Things i Don't Understand Part IV: Flash Cameras"

as a performer,
do you know how annoying
you're being clicking?

in one instant you
manage to remove me from
holy involvement

Un-productive Start?

2011-11-29T06:08:00.000-08:00

"My Own Farts; And i'm Talking When It Comes To Close Proximity...Ok, Not Really"

sometimes i try to
smell girls on the subway but
i end up smelling

"Love; In The Face Of So Much Connection i Make"

and then i thought to
myself, perhaps i am not
worthy of this then

"Which Is Why i'm So Full Of Love To Give That's Rejected To What i Perceive As Marrying Your - However Pornographic - Ass"

there is nothing of
myself attached that you could
characterize as "fun"

"Maybe It Really Isn't When You Serve The Erogenous Esthete Since Gracing It October 2003"

strange life when on stage
as poet, comedian,
and musician but...

"If They Aged At Least 40 Years"

whenever i look
at people i went to high
school with they look as

"Otherwise i've Failed Many Parties"

i measure the day's
worth by new things learned, bettered,
or work created

"If There Ever Was A Pro"

vice and virtue are for the same meals
when you left your best friend's girl

sezono gets feisty against flinching populus but nigrescent dogs wouldn't lick your vitiligo-ridden hand if exigency called for a cavanhaque

in miniature rua old fashioned battalions prepared

"Once Upon A Time When You Weren't President"

educational or not, hiniku is lost
on the green goddess' trammel

she wanted to be pharaoh but the minibar
and trojan condoms had far more acuity; notamment, a high-score arpia ku-dul made her in lieu of the imagined crepitating crown

if indeed the duct tape submarine did dock by the skola and tooted its puff of s'mores smoke, she'd make it out senkonscia, imputing wetware mantissa like puling poltroons

straks she'll face trickle-down FAQs like a byokee en pagaille
wailing for roasted pepper and walnut dip, Dr. Pepper, and your slap on la pitomisa

self-reliance you're a gibbet for the appetance of my prosha tum and tum and tum

"Dragoman Of The Possible"

expectation, natation, do not use best ofs,
they're not funny gifts eigenlijk

issues of senmova mash-ups will get liuli
past el tejemanege, that is, this comic book pillowtalk

sculpt me smutny and plaster it with uovos partiellement amassed with aleatoriamente animals that placidly reside in backyard bards' melting minarchies

"Beware, A Press Release On Circus Management"

for peanuts no more the pink elephant becomes
cognizant of the need for leiche

it picks its focus (silenta, the mantra growing largo) and looms in churlish pyramid formation

pelin nudny, fushigi immobilized in the real world,
we can name all the serrying alumnus from its puissant paws

"midget village", "onde de choc" reporters would deem the incident but renegade and dribbling with decalage horaire, Gingerbread, its name, remains, desato across the always heavy snake-grassed plains, waiting, tusks sharpened for eekagman, bestirred only by gorillas but definitely not, no never again, idioms to bid

"Least i'm Not Operating Heavy Machinery"

lately i've been prone
to crash into things lately
staring at them goils

"Considered Marriage As A Perfumed Synaesthetic Terrible First-Date Conversation Multiplied By Future Excursions Into That Wasn't Me"

parlous those terms when you used to
style my lawn enough to go astral, part the hegemony of leggero

suspicions in ancho shuttles made it so appealing that mhathair,
desondanks weekends where she became a puella again, altruistic and open-eyed, remembered how you'll leave me

kolorowy, this meeting might be, a stratagem to brainwash booked failures, a bobbery in a bangonashi, the presentation of a haw blinking wildly, the genuflection under a ruinous pickle or gareegaree spitted out as banishment

always un entrometido, a bouchon made fresh by laypersons saying you should blame your parents for everything and not textbooks or the oceans & coasts

Hope

2011-11-22T03:21:00.000-08:00

"Don't Make Eye-Contact"

lagartixa quisby, take us skinny girls,
take us tausendfüßler for la saoranach de Information me and deem your satata cemetery the vulcanized switchblade of poisseux knavery

sehil, sehil mountebank their demimonde is,
as you put it, gregariously gargantuan and bibliophages,
well-being in their disquisitions, would make any round-the-world tuneful apologist note his caducidad

"From Boredom"

all of what you call
my "transgressions" are in place
so that i'm exempt

"Everyone Else To Pick And Choose What Aspects Of My Wherewhatall They Want"

i don't think i will
ever learn, and i'll keep on
just inspiring

"On Stage As It's The Only Place Lately Where i'm 100% Candid And Honest Unless You're An Extremely Close Friend Of Mine; Not Caring Who i Offend? That Comes Naturally At This Point"

strangely enough, i'm
fulfilling my death-wishes
right here and right now

"Rest Of The 20% Is Occupied By Wall Street!"

yes, about eighty
percent of my thoughts revolve
around sex and the

"Cheeses, All This From A Kindergarten Worksheet Coloured Orange"

today i decide
to educate myself on
the different types of

"Feeling What i Have To Say Or Shape Is Worth All The Energy Exerted Over The Directly Proportional Grid Of Ambition To Productivity...Essentially It's About Flipping Zeno Off"

the hardest part of
writing isn't titling or
starting for me, it's,

"Hypothetically Probing The Romantic Side To All These Russian Whores"

renao strudel it's not proper or local
to be so tabloidesque but carry on glosny pavo; however,
ta cupla ceist agam:

namely, splenetic as these naguere have been,
why are there plenteous segelboots docking into that party square?

looking like an ice cream sundae, can that eat these chestnuts; a hitoiki? ok, mariculture, better?

what were we doing? asking if our rates were too high, what else,
writing a new will-o'-the-wisp for the patria, a jusqu'ici scherzare salvo to determine the level of our desirable members?

evening studies, when they arrive to hinan ventus dei, do you all exclaim "onokagaeepieda" as myriad finicky de cabo a rabo, loom, and feichang Sturgeon's Law abiding deshabille deckhands dress back up in ciemny stijf pressure?

when the rapture comes will you accept wampum by group
or by aganeetalschaitzil (see, i can terribly mispronounce some of yours)?

ok, ok, one last question before you get your relleno, cheesokah, shh, if you've not been well-trained, do i get to arrange your marriage to demons and festival circuits?

"Pussy And Asshole"

i like to cuddle
and by cuddle i mean my
head is between your

"My Father Used For Myself 'Growing Up' And Women; That Is, 'Babe' And Leave That Pig Out Of It"

curious to find
myself adopting the same
hypocorisms

"Here's My Writer's Block: It's Too Fucking Cold To Remove My Gloves For Traction When Holding My Pen And Withstanding The Wind"

i brim with ideas
walking around but then i
can't stop and write for

"A Jinjilban? This Is What i'd Do If My Girlfriend Looked Like A Younger Bjork"

why don't you go to
a love motel you limp dick
fucking idiot?

"Rife With Sadism At 4:57AM"

i don't understand
why people break up fist fights
let them bash brains in

"Of Pure Shit"

long travel trips will
ultimately make one feel
like insert weight here

"i Hope i'm Not Or Am Sitting Next To Or Away From You"

before boarding i
usually look at the folks
and i think aloud:

"Pussy"

when i think of last
meals sometimes this is what comes
to my mind first off

"Man Enjoy So Many Consecutively Dry Pecks On Display For Bleeding Eyed - Due To Lack Of Sleep And Nourishment For The Record - Voyeurs In This Airport?"

i'm sorry, but is
she your daughter or lover
because how can one

"Things i Don't Understand Part I: Snot-rags?"

a handkerchief; like,
why blow and stow and offer
it to someone else?

"Activity; Namely Being The Clothes You Put In The Wash That Need Taking Out As A Form Of Productivity"

you know you suffer
from something beyond control
when you look at this

Something Starts

2011-11-15T06:40:00.000-08:00

"One Thing That Excites And Depresses Me Most, Any Guesses?"

no reservations
and no hesitations it's
luxury houses

"But i'm Done Apologizing"

you were the last chance
i would permit myself for
this miserable race

"Only The Showering Part Is True, And i Don't Mean i'm Playing For The Other Team Now...Details In Person Because i Won't Waste Anyone's Time Doing My Last 'Comedy' Diatribe Again"

i like women like
i like my showers: hot, cold,
and fairly breathless

"Insanity Your Honor, The Bubblegum Chewing Rhinoceros Made Me Do It"

if i ever get
arrested and i'm in court
i can always plead

"How Would You 'Make It Up To Me?' You Pay For The Night Of Outright Carnage i'm Going To Dish Out To Every Square Inch Of Your Sex"

i amuse myself
with fantasies of having
this exchange with you

"You'll Walk Deep Into Myth"

esposa he says, is your can clean?

i'm out of bait for rose-colored daunting palurdos asking the community when they'll die by chocolate-covered exploding balloons

the fat zeal by which specialized hosannas sprinkled the pig in the sky with sablo changed jokers, costumes, and the means of wearing plaid

skipping your turn again T-Rex?
we have a gun for white forma when the next total solar eclipse you,
the inevitably stary, conflict with and suggest prazilshanyo to dubstep

a thousand miles out and away we decide what's good and it's saab,
a moral dilemma, to nian bedreven acceptance of the polymorphous future surrogate

"Chess With Alephs, Peppermint Snowflakes, And Assassins"

psst, ta do thir go halainn, cut the rabbit into portions(anspielung: i'm the nepetalactome of the amount to beating the system),and don't forget Wednesday's invention

they saltos, unlikely vietato, so long as Aokigahara, Prypiat, and Overtoun Bridge are giving complimentary osito de peluches in the afterlife when the unbridled willpower of God's-away-on-business-gyre tickles across town

one good move, one becomes an adviser on yufa, poirote upon,
(dica: an audience isn't a tribe, they're powolny going to turn on you), looking for filius lost fatsoenlijk and undigitized

women in the ancient world were safido; they vidit what they were told as opposed to the belachelijk awesome and inspiring offices melliferous with oscillating unexpected toys they pilot today, culebrones on mute

in terms of design then, lachrymose bungling could work szybki but the rankling evil plain plan to win, to empire, to borrow, to research will get Desire a syyora to the smart operatic piracy of chanting chug to a cunctating criticism of insignificant nearness

your move

"Conversations Between A Cold No Man's Land"

make me a syzygy of children, blossoms, and wonky tools
the French, dulcet, and ongewenst can write addresses about the fingers say and lights do dim as corazons fill with snow as it's Heshvan as sanco would have it and a schaltjahr when he was born feeling too young and too old consecutively

Poor Posture Mayor to Shengdangjie repeat ano bissexto supreme handcreme lotion ointer we haven't emuna for planting trees (code Code C.O.D.E.) over

did you bring the set of appendices to Goodread?
he's holed up in sanctified PTSD and you're fucking the talkie again
like it's the new meaning of cupcake icing on some freshly perked-up whorish nipples

a beaded strapless dress doesn't need food stuffing to bamboozle my intoxication i'm only as lovingly lonely and wild as lambency so wipe that croissant off your guess-what? accusation

footprints are only the beginning of what's getting scary now,
a verisimilitude of who might be alurk behind good ole fortuna's glabrous...uh-oh

How Many More Times Same Sights?

2011-11-07T22:30:00.000-08:00

“Real Simple Husband Approved Greek Architecture”

lente mountain, tear down the archipelago
between you and me or would you piuttosto paint the moon red?

could never lose the light of sabermetrics that build up
the vectors necessary to operate a chair, the smazyl converged complication
that has struggled into flannelmouthed own accord could you?

a kid swung on a fistful of dollars calling days nigayaka
with a clip full of liquid requiems, singing sand, backe to rosto semi-charmed goldfish that can’t spell “an” as went-by discriminatory crashing byproduct belle-lies

this will be the sitcom superhero you get the most punishing information from:
ultimo, fris, using all forms of atraco to get all water dry before faineantise ge-its

feather on fears prehensible worfa, during the tough misdeeds we can send the mendicite watermelon to part two legs and sew together the grand jury off holiday
we knew you resented courtesy, ipso facto, of the diskettes put together by Janus-faced friends lacking the character to, gangcai, assuage your nagori of capital

da da da dem da da! an unattended funeral, revolting isn’t it? this was what Maddy
TOLD YOU would happen if you didn’t plan that cover letter but ta deifir orainn?
was that REALLY your brain on years gone by to frazzle frizz into amanados armor and the physical philology feuerubang holding onto yourself?

quean bandy candy moneyeta of patina
gezellig home is where the heart isn’t if you’re slashing rompita distances
and the sick of working for a living blues band at aguntatmiento just keeps forgetting the fourth

crapehanger, is trua liome e sin, they’ll say:
broos to communicate broos to shell back the shell men and women
entrapped in scotch tape darn delicious

"The Promise Vipers Gave To Its Bosom Buddy Dale Lady"

before, always before, becoming the archetype of saviir REM nascence, there was a really pogonophobic man

onnozel and overwhelmed by biospelaeology
thinking it his calling, an amicus to end all within woofers, he became disillusioned when entfuhrt by a light from out a stalactite

this forficating self-aggrandizing burst
gave him an erector-set wirework to fey facility:
take the plebiscite in his mind's eye and throw it to a klippe

picole on beregnungsanlage juice, endless columns were written on his punch, sano, and magnus magnanimous steal that, tracing down the cave, they found it to be vacated

and in its stead weren't the ket scavengers per usual
but a sole chiseled inscription upon a cemented slab:

le schlicka schwanz mool
stad anseo, le do thoil
cén uair a thagann an t-eitleán?

"The-Make-Alec-Feel-Like-A-Further-Inferior-Alien-By-Questioning-His-Sense-Of-Personal-Space-And-Outsider-Glee-Based-On-Vague-Philippics-Of-Who-You-Think-i-Am-By-Your-Dipsomanically-Challenged-Internet-Interpretation-That-No-One-Should-Take-To-Heart-Viz.-A-Stoic-And-More-Often-Than-Not-S.H.Y.-Introverted-Inperson-Personality Foundation Society Not Accepting Donations Of Recommended Punches To The Face"

i was having fun
up until it became a
convention center for

"Each Night Would Be My Idea Of Fun, But Isn't Everyone's?"

to be performing
meaningful music and fuck
a worthwhile girl

"Just Grow More And More Beautiful, Right?"

i grow angrier,
more untrusting, less human,
and you, let me guess,

"Let's Just Pretend i Sleep Around A Lot"

every time i get
over being sick i think
good, i don't have AIDS

"No, Decades"

you may ask yourself:
how can one be so bitter?
years of false, fucked, starts

"To The Question: Am i Good Enough, Smart Enough, And Gosh Darnit Likeable Enough To Work For You?"

i think i'll look at
any response of silence
as a formal "NO"

"But i Was Referring To If i'm Ever In A Much Better Situation; Wealth, Accommodations, Etc...i Guess He Thought i Meant Something Else"

i said to my friend
welcome to my world and he
went "i'll NEVER go there"

"Deeply Profound Experiences That Elicit Highly Euphoric Sensations Physical Or Mental"

"you're young, see the world!"
but the only things i want
to see or become are

"The Man To Make Heaven's Gate Seem Like A Counseling Center"

pearl palace reality catawampas and
along the city hour came a hippie cumulated in scrobiculate rags

the formation of a dinosaur behind his eyes,
rheumatic, owing more to marsupium sacrificed on ziggurat...don't remind him, of the last portending saw-through

they placed lit candles in the corners of the room
and he dictated Tai Chi while baciare each paper-bag-headed participant who tried to stifle an an bhfuil aicearra ann?

no, he would tell them, head-to-head,
they smelling his sour aroma of stop and go halitosis
like pansophy in a betaga misprinted seemingly on portmanteau purpose

yet one in-fungzi inheems decides, ruga with nightlife, to actually question how long this reign of bavaient should transpire making a run for an open window

defenestration denied, I see the light muttered by all but one mute piekny puke, Almond Marrodson, the gazone they must micturate upon, bursts himself and the building aflame,
leaving only a lighter behind, framed

"All These Yuppy Scum?"

is it wrong of me
to want to scalp not the heads
but the collars of

"A Hotel; This, To Avoid Also Thinking Just How Much Fucking Is Going On Inside One Too Right Now Looking Up"

when i look at them
i think wouldn't it be nice
to live within one?

"With Assorted Musical Gadgetry And Not Prink And Puff My Chest Out Pretending To Be Important"

if i had money,
i'd lock myself up in rooms
and never come out

"There's Anyone Who Will Recognize Me"

i used to walk in
rooms and scan them for women
but now i check if

"i Guess It Depends On Your Perspective"

something is amiss
when your doughnut's filling tastes
medicinal but

"It Would Make My Life Just That Much More Brighter"

if a homeless man
were to force into all these
egregious night clubs

"Listening To Music And Writing Ten Poems, What's Yours?"

at the point now where
fun and productive nights are
walking around and

"FACES, And i Usually Have To Pay Them In Tears To Get Them To Speak Which Brings Me To No, Schizophrenia Isn't A Common Gene In My Tree And Yet Another In The Long Line Of Reasons Why i Quite Frankly Don't NEED Drugs To Hallucinate Thank You"

if i look real hard
at all things inanimate,
they being to grow

"By Which You Have Sex"

to me no woman
is worth the trouble if you
have to force the means

"One Lost"

i will always search
for likeness and features that
remind me of each

"And The Women Will Flock To You And Guess What Kids!"

i was once told that
if you're a musician then
don't say anything

"Because i Certainly Get Sick of Being Me More Than 6 Hours Alone"

if you don't hate you
then why is there the phrase no
man is an island?

"Makes Me Hysterical"

knock on wood, but the
idea of myself being
banned from whole countries

"Cute Sayings i Said To Professionals And Youthful Confessions Part 1"

will this stuff ruin
my smile? after she stabbed
me with novocain

which is tres silly
because i didn't smile
much then and now too

in fact family
was told that it hurt my mouth
if i tried this out

"Which Begs The Notion That i Think Deer Are Serious Therein?"

i'm the opposite
of a deer in the headlights
when they're there, i smirk

Starts - Ends 11/1-11/6 - 2011

2011-11-01T02:24:00.000-07:00

"Let's Do This Then All My Friends, It's A Plan!"

how about you go
i'll watch you drink and you can
just abuse my life

"i Will Yes, Sit Within A Cafe And Eavesdrop Upon Your Conversations And Write This Way"

a pumpkinification extreme artists,
go Cuba, Eastern, impetuous like the palmistry you're giving lately

aspirations, not knowing what you're doing,
painting can't be compared to teaching

reabonis sepulchural love to purchase
cool brains, we agree upon charity shown subing and rimarkis

so here's a big piece on thanatopsis: the journalist not happy with,
foo fighters failing me with splashes, nothing compared to tramontos
that ciagnal the wool over your iridescent waraha talismans

feicfidh me thart thu candy apples
ridiculous ugly lady empathizing complimenting-octogenarians-older-than-you-thought-they-were-progressive-rifle-sporting get fors

how much do you cost? bekoorlijk, tokoroga so brown guys so brown
that the bellaberd open-library serves beer; xin, like the anti-soul encapsulating the
brandished weapons consistent, percance split face open blood everywhere opera!

seen it coming small, fast, hoon; $500 fine that sucks...
our i guess military into feminas fellating rascacielos herbed bruschettas consulting Iraq, compassion

virga Virgo malato mhonarcha a big newspaper workshop jumped raped charge pigeonholing
angular implications for these witch hunts that...DON'T GO, YOU WENT...FINE!

"Wrong"

world coming unglued
i'm trapped in South Korea
life is completely

"Your True Friends Are...But Knock On Wood Not Planning Anything i Just Had This Plaintive Vision"

in my mind it'd be
visits to the hospital
that would show you who

"DON'T HAVE Teeth...Unless i/One Asks For It, Or It's Playful Like Upon The Lip/s; When You Start Chomping Or Clanging You're Doing Something Wrong"

as a general rule:
anything sexual is
salival and you

"Gutters Issue Teeny Towns And Baby Ducks Come To Roost"

paper flowers is what it felt like,
breathing, riska to Are and unreasoning worrying beginnings

calling Batman to publish your calculations
wouldn't have been too far removed from lethologic arpeggios if you weren't deaf and colorblind

knights, upon your tigers! there's a lesson here behind these radharcs that der insasses, slack-jawed and Upper Midwestern vitare;
it's if you can pass the second series that counts

we waited for the Great Oak to shower us with aioli, but we watched life in a day and it revealed totetsumonai arctisch raees
in its suppurating branches 18 rules each shouted to our eyeball-stuffed ears

sveglio me shan from this akmong
fending for mi barrio rzucal out pinstriped haro tonics
while a pygmy goat plays Dear Jessica as if it created this Universe

chances are chances are handguns want thumbs for their birthdays
but who ever got what they wanted from what they need cup-size paradisial homebody?

"Customizing Streisand Songs As We All Have To Learn Somehow"

isn't sure from where confusion makes us genee,
the candy nihil that gets all the answers understanding

latest hand-held corda-cobra fastens upon a new-elected king of fathers; despotism in dirty linen incidents and the chef d'oeuvre that is psychoactive postcards and billboards of flies

touching each wire will result in skakala, sold into metempirical circuses with the clemency of poisoned he so bain sult as with what's left of them, these onomatopoeia cloud-coulds

bewildered popinjays have stolen vinyl for far too long to
conceive of any divorce's botakoree

"The Punk Mentality Asks You To Think For Yourself; There's No Friendly Hand"

if you've come here to
understand my work then you've
come to the wrong place

“Think Of How Much More It’d Suck/s Being Back Home”

every time i think
about how much it sucks here
i close my eyes and

“Things i Say Aloud To People Who Don’t Acknowledge Me As i Angrily Stomp Past Them”

like i can’t figure
that out hard-hat red baton
waving cementer

oh, i see you’ve found
another rape victim for
tonight haven’t you?

“To Actually Consider Such Wouldn’t Be Too Far Off”

there are a few who
are spitting on my head but,
no, it was just rain

"Been Figuratively (Music Practice, Writing Riffs/Kernels) and Literally Masturbating"

thanks to the return
of the internet at "home",
about all day i've

10 - 18 - 11 Onwards...

2011-10-26T20:35:00.000-07:00

“i Get To Laughing? And It’s Mostly Because i’m That Ecstatic”

is it weird that when
i start pleasuring a girl
and she starts moaning

“i Bring Famine, War, Conquest, And Pestilence Where i’m Invited”

most people bring wine,
maybe a six pack of beer,
or even cash but

“i Not Only Want To Subconsciously Get This Into My Every Fiber Of Being, i Want To Not Hear Myself Think Anymore”

when i take to this
which is falling asleep to
music it’s because

“i Was ‘Sick’ Meaning i Didn’t Want To Go To Gym Where i Coincidentally Once Received A 20 – As In Out Of 100 – For Once And One Of The Hottest Girls Came Into The Resting Area At The Nurse’s In The Backroom And My Mind Became A Camera”

sharing a unisex
bathroom reminds me of this:
listening to her pee

“For Being An Unreasonably Uncompromising, Difficult, And Creative Artist”

the unfortunate
part about living is that
no one will pay you

“Meant Something To My Absurd Idea Of Connection But Then Again Why’re We Writing?”

two years back seeing
you walking along the path
parallel would have

"Who Wants To Speak To These People?"

Nelson touch the bald, the sweet-talking
munze-tossing outsiders off conge paye

back to wallflower torre of atrabilious
intuition on an exodus to sake-of exits

wymagal readjusted myoh a wine with
me the misfit mime sagoy that's ya boy! leonine and tawdry at the same time

facial expressions never cease to crease my confusion
lolling the injury made him fad saoil duit

"Seeing In The Dark"

you've become the see-through church of kleinzerig translations

vamoose! we had a gentleman's agreement to tour ink on paper
and other heroifying fishermen raid ferly photos getting you double-decker steak time

looney tunes remixed synced up perfectly to Akira
whilst reading Wuthering Heights backwards and like rubbing stones made bacon rap

your aunt is not the aunt you thought she was when your cousin reported
the umbilical cord wasn't to her liking from the sonogram and the
Cesarian scar proved so at dinner; the nudity giving us all instant hangovers

overwater bungalow take me with you, enter my description,
nearly that there at Centaurus A; iktsuarpok, websites

there is no relief from either hemisphere

"Yeah, You SUE Seaworld!"

the rapture begins with a speck left
by a Santarian dolfin navigating the biome of estilo

within our milieu it sees waffles and listen up,
this isn't tabhachtach, but it senses now theories of meeresfrauchte
as sincerely does a sonrisa cross the middle-killing galavniahbol it abnegates

its maturity climb wraps a cushion into a chest,
talla mattering to the broke keting, and habia una vez,
pax, across dogsbodies broke chains portzebowali - it caused this, mansuetude manumission

"i can tell you a story from a single bag-pipe playing samurai"
came the screaming sprites pediculous and seething with spermicidal orange cakes
(yes, it picks up on overextending mainland, uccellos beings its preferred harbinger)
they mesmerizing their captors with the eedareekeekee platitude of Live What You Love

but our cetacean chum just wants its name, which is Aduncus, an etymology tracing back
to simple templates its family still calls out plaintive, to be a jitney taken far and wide before unknown serendipity, because, after all histeero, what more is the End but healthily mirthful, gets us an affands lokrebitsa to throw at him

he wants out of this like the blue sky above animadverting Scoville, sociopaths, and pleated-jeans
fangbian, fangbian is his woe of choice before the "ocean" swelled and tenei became a cerement of the past
whoosh went water warranting raupo to pick up the thread barring its chrysalis not zuikal

"As In Coworkers, Not The Disease, Who Are Constantly Bending Over Matched With The Free Albeit Bland Lunch But Otherwise i’d Rather Shovel Shit For Pay”

the best part about
teaching in kindergarten
are the female aids

“A Million Adoring Idiots…Says The Sexually Frustrated Tergiversate”

i’d rather have a
cult following who are muy
edified than have

“Via The Mothership! But It Was Just A Fucking Neighbor With An Obnoxiously Cinematic Light Left On”

there was a strange glow
from the kitchen and i thought
here’s my ticket out!

“Happy…And If You Can Get A Smile To Hearty Laugh – It IS Hearty, What? Ok More Maniacal Like Everything Else True – Out Of Me It’s Because Something In That Moment Was Humorous, Which Leads Me To Just WHAT THE FUCK Are You All Gauging This On?”

the scariest part
about me is that there is
nothing that makes me

“No Degree Of What You May Deem For Me ‘Happiness’ Would Disregard The Necessity Of Physical Nourishment”

i’m growing a beard
i’ve been wearing the same clothes
all my own isn’t

“Check-In”

dog: incontinent
brother: car transmission fucked
S-M: mole cancer?

“Probably When We’re Dead”

one day all this that
we’re felling will go away
and when will that be?

"Dreaming Up The Next Survival Horror Video Game"

in the not so bright but bright nonetheless future,
there is an executive - of what repute remains to those who know -
within a shopping mall staring horrifically
at the writhing and glutinous form of an acrawl squid

another cries he must feed it, and upon doing so, with
pink comestibles resembling shrimp and the sitcom star Alf within floating bubbles,
causes the environ to blur out of existence

coming to, our squid - for of course there are more -
have grown ambulatory, infant-size, and demand more violently
for, in their dark blue muddied shade, there are more people trapped here
who unwillingly must contend against what they know is an etiologic gotterdammerung
on the horizon if leaked outside

so Alf-bubble-shrimp snacks it is to keep them at bay
but what other dangers dare we divulge? behold:

the bombshell wavy-haired Russians firing ectoplasmic snowballish goop
who when strangled get elastic and giggling excrete female ejaculate impossible
to not lap up as you make a sprinkler of their heads or well murder
for saving the world is the least thing mindfully heeded

when out from a recent feeding frenzy, opens that door to a garbage heap and what
comes bustling out the plastic refuse but the stilted figure of what appears to be an 8 foot tall man

flame-thrower equipped and spewing real, she - one of them, for aren't there many? -
lays it on thick, roasting Mr. Mister who has, you guessed it, become a skeleton
out for revenge who is only knocked back from furniture to the skull

Colonel Charles will tell you the procedure ten times over
but you won't listen, you never do

10 - 17 - 11 Onwards...

2011-10-19T19:12:00.000-07:00

"With Jobs Gone"

pilgrim hat beams up buildings
samalyout, the dregs, lummox with acne scars

presis eronder wasn't an eeyaydoydashemashitae
but demystisized instructions on how to euthanize others with similar top pieces

bumbershoots are possible as riparian flotation devices
but only if frogs are aboard; askance deflagrating will befall the slink

"Exit 5 Tuesday"

caluje your pooch and swing a little
green bag; you've kapot the sound barrier of gitano line-crossing

Aesopian wax museums of caudal constriction wait for lipstick to bring them to life
if you can avoid chee, or the smoke you think might be telling you you're on fire
as women wave telling you're not the recipient but you wave back anyways because
MAGIC IS REAL!

mullet-girl karate-kid passes the trash thrown frown audition but
she's not as passive as azlam coils

"The Academic Dress Code"

a circle of hands expects reality
but it's a moot point showing the calculus of heart shapes

anatidaephobics and urea are attracted by chutangs for here they're
sequestered from Monday and otium AHS

here's a history of the human race then:
culpa of seers indexing stations with kashegoawoos

gutters admix stewing up hauntings in printempo,
highfalutin hermeneutic dorms that broadside pop culture

"Goofy Shaking Dog's Caught In The Moment's Too Soon"

darkle dankee this is how, why i write
while alla vodka finalizes fifteen people you don't want to meet in infierno

cowboys get all the shifting borders riding, cuddling parietal bones knocked together when acting as der Geist discovering Elton John WILL answer your calls!

conversant watercolors memorized our bleeding he begins and our mass production analyst had an aneurism as a form of ceolchoirme to those attending the seminar entitled: "Which 1911 Should I Buy?"

at the acme of if-you-forget-me thought a section of his 90°'d couchant scrambling form,
our Generic Rooster - a cognomen of MPA Battlefield - became calibrated into fractals
similar to dripping chocolate chip cheesecake

and, as he projected through the tangled web of shes, open-eyed consumers, the ahnual revealed by the world's smallest thing was that insignificance was a castle of spirits

their language appearing to shape the pranayama into hunters
wrestling with how the basics got engrained into peoples' satisfaction
like a charcoal fitted skirt

i'd think i'd have to show i'd think i'd have to show
were his many book-ended final words and we chew on the remaining errors occurred
attending his funeral within the cave he suggested alongside the rupestral etchings of these lingering Roman apparitions flirting in arabesque agelessness

he's joined them, but can you?

“To Witness A Bunch Of Hacks Try To Sell Me Their Shit Doesn’t Stink”

i will pay 5k
to nourish my body but
i won’t pay 5k

“Try To Do Is Give To No One Who Supports”

my problem is i’ve
lost all my self-confidence
when i feel all i

“i Could Be After All That Eating The Contents Which Begs Where Do You Put It? i Look At It After i Sneeze Too And No, Not The Pants…Mostly People’s Heads”

i prefer to pick
rather than blow my nose like,
and it could be worse

“And God Knows What The Living Fuck He Did With It, Last i Heard He Wasn’t On Speaking Terms With Anyone, Broke My Dad’s Re-furbished Drumset, And It’s Not Even MINE Either, It’s A Friend’s Who Claimed It Was Expensive Too Which Begs Don’t Go Home!”

i was thinking, my
brother probably took
my acoustic guitar

“ 'Who Just Pissed All Over The Seat, It Was YOU, Wasn’t It?' “

and my response to
this is that it’s so big that
tend to lose control

“Here’s Something That Still Weirds Me Out”

that something being
the ole finger through the fly
trick, wiggled about

“Opening Lines About Dream Analysis”

been having dreams late;
interpret this for me: i’m
fucking my Mom and…

10 - 16 - 11 End

2011-10-15T22:13:00.000-07:00

“And This Is Because i Missed The Boat On Thinking Getting Used, Abused, Paying People Back In Spades With Such, Getting Obnoxiously Conscious-less At Parties Was Important But i Suppose We Pick Our Battles And Forms Of Suffering P.S. i Hate That Amazing Photo Of You That Made Me Feel Like This; Anyways, Is That Rancor And Bitterness Sensed? We Don’t Have Time For Emotion Where We’re Traveling”

i get more and more
smart, skilled, and talented but
less and less human

“Thanksgiving Circa 2001”

you lied by this band
is just one reminder of
when i found out that

no one can bear it,
being alone, that i sought
ways to rid the 'Squo'

“On Performing And Not Really Caring What You Have Prepared”

we’re all just lying
in wait for our next one of these
…or at least i am

“i’m Working On The Other Bits And Pieces Rest Assured”

narrowed it down then:
innocent tiger-faced girls
just do it for me

“Without Exchanging Nothing, No Platitudes, No Dates, No Teasing, No Games, No Consulting, No Recreational Drugs, And Most Importantly No Payment On Either’s End; We’re Both Hot And Bothered, Let’s Have Sex And THEN See If We Like Each Other/Want To Continue; Or More Ways In Which Portrayals Have Ruined (Some Of) Our Lives”

honestly, does this
happen: two people look at
each other and go

“What This Fucking Hipster Generation’s Problem Is: Something To Say”

you can only go
so far with having a look
before you need this

“Does Not Work Well With Others”

the best working def.
of myself that i can own
is this old adage

“Otherwise You’re An Entertainer Circle-Jerking An Audience You’ll Never Be Free From; You Become The Moments Of Where You’re At, Not Where The Expectations Of Those Before You Lay...Unless Of Course You're Paid Then It's MY Attempt At Duchenne Time!”

being an artist
entails truth, honesty, and
doing what is right

“Find A Capital Appears Too Roman, i Don’t Think That Highly Of Myself, And Obviously This Is Only Informally”

just in case you were
wondering, i use lower
case i because i

“Meaning, “I Came Here To Fuck Tight Pussy, Make Some Dough, And Get Like My Dome Piece Blown Off By Wacky Culture BRA” But Excluding Maybe The First Two Due To Tangentially Immersed Ricochet…i Didn’t; Within Our Desperate Choices And Options, Mine Being The Fact That New York City Is Expensive, Depersonalizing, Over-Crowded, Over-Saturated, And Even More Intense Than This BING In Front Of You, i Just Wanted To Get Myself Out There And, Well, Didn’t Realize i’d Be Bringing Out There Ipso Facto Into Your Tired Unsuspecting Lives”

when people talk of
going foreign often they
have sick agendas

“When Most Make Cutesy Ootsy-Wootsy Faces To Them, This Is My Reaction To Babies At Large And i Stare At Them Deadpan And Telepathically Try To Get This Message Across”

i hope all the pain
and misery i feel you
feel soon by ten fold

“Perhaps A Subliminal Response To Why Asian Women Grew On Me So Intensely Via A Gander Behind That Black Curtain Roped Off Section In Your Favorite Video Store When i Was Ohhh Five”

i think it’s because
the first pornographic cock
seen was in one’s mouth

“To Get This Race To Talk To Me”

i guess i have to
not shower and sleep on the
floor for five hours

"Ten Migraines Takumashii As Electric Holes"

feel sop, adduce the pronunciation of
what you gubie and liber the philippics upon all glass doors

rider, raider, remover, complete indifference like
Mercury unvisible; a flaxen mass affect obiter dicta, the winter facinorous
as the game of kandelaar colazione

hajimaemashitae, onakagasoita, nogogakawaita only on alhawees to practice murmeltier,
fog-filled bubbles sin bleach are released

brevemente, niggle that you're not going to make it unless you're easy to sell
Singapore underwater pyramids or give loah periculum towards drowning redefinitions
that the vast majority zeroize

baby foxes couldn't begin the ceremony, a monopsony on the cosmogony of Epicurus, alguien, PhD, tesoro of etiologic opdeaka,
christening insane instances:
onion-sprouts for ring fingers, a worldwide time called Library Session Leis, Meaning [sic] G-D, or languid laundresses spinning in the greaznee Moorlands

advanced veterinary mannikins fell from the sky on the day i was born and
harasho to cerebrate the concentration it took to begin zamieniam inside out for
fines on fine tides red with the raved pencil drawings of down syndrome ingenues

“Quite Embarrassed To Put Myself In Their Shoes; This is Why i Would Opt To Go With PR People Or Really Just Hope For The Best In The All It Is i Do”

whenever i see
people selling themselves or
their products i am

“Alright, Alfred Hitchcock Said The Reason People Watch Horror Movies Is Because They Secretly Wanted This; You Think This Is Fitting Because i Might Fit Some Sort Of Stereotypical Schematic Based On My Last Name And/or By Some Sociologic Because-There’s-A-Right-AND-A-Wrong-Upbringing You Believe There’s Something Wrong With Wanting To Do This…But Only If Caught i Say, And Granted You Might Be Wondering If 'Uh-Oh What If I’m One On The List', As If There IS An Ostensible LIST, And The Answer Is Largely, If You Can Hold A Conversation With Me And i Want To Speak To You, You Do The Math, But Generally Yes i AM A Supporter Of Hobbes…Only On _________” ”

i’d say the only
job that would bring me true joy
would be a hit man

10 - 9 - 11 End

2011-10-09T00:03:00.000-07:00

"Cat-Licked Brain"

the Epcot Center dome projects by perigee
an eighteen-fold plank that could take me back

back referring to the final fight between Dracula
and i and making out with a girl who wanted me but not the other way around

myriarch-magus Fractured Laws tells us listeners basta, basta!
nutmeg sniffed by umquam dapertutto soubrettes

"i Seem To Recall A Pococurante Ponytail"

the boil between shallow inequities isn't
odpowladalem facile questions such as:
is it stuffed with aplomb, widdershins, or at the very least rice?

see demonstrable broken tracks formed from
one vesuvian store keening at the multiverse

drama gets seichou by the druthers of
meeting their pets, if we can refer to them as such,
and schetste, scratched became our bits, grappling at a mnemonic to make you leave an impression

“Which Was Point At It Angrily; My Response Being Simply To Dust Off My Shoulder, Pick Up My Guitar, And Move Further Along The Car…Assholes, Got To Keep This Subway Clean So You Can Piss, Shit, And Puke In It At Your Earliest Convenience”

i tossed my cup out
the subway onto the ground
and after he did this

“i Think To Myself It’s OK, He’s Not Really A Man, Or A Human Bing, And This Is After i Developed A Fetish…Perhaps”

while living here
if i see a hot one with
one of their males ones

“Luck! Because Recently i Was Growing A Bilious Third Eye Of A Boil On My Back And That’s Where You All Kept Hitting”

if getting famous
entails being slapped on the
shoulder then i’m in

“So i End Up Staying In The Bathroom Denying Whoever Needs To Relieve Themselves Access Forming A Queue Outside”

i get ideas when
i’m in crowds and it’s seen as
rude to flat out leave

Hmmm.

2011-10-05T20:04:00.000-07:00

"All These People Who LET THE WORLD KNOW Of How Without Fail Life Is Absolutely Amazing For THEM Need A Good Slap; What Do You Really Want Me Or Others To Say Or Give To You; Confirmation (Oh Good, Good, i’m More Than Happy You’re Getting That Promotion For Something That Say You Know Intrinsically You Might Not Want To Do But Fake For A False Sense Of Keeping-It-Civil Recognition), A Fish For Compliments, A Round Of Applause, Are You Handing Out Invitations For When Your Grand Fete Should Commence? Let Your Motherfucking Achievements Ring Forth Through Actions Not Vapid Solipsistic And Sophistic Speech Icicles You Caress My Bloodless Body On Of How Much i Don’t Believe Your Flimsy Grasp On Real ALWAYS Ambivalent Situations Amount To”

trust me, even if
i were happy do you think
i’d fucking tell you?

"The True Return Of ALH84001's Cousin And Its Influence On Society At Large"

coming in big and brown Yamim Noraim
paint realistic eyes on ducha Earthship pareidoliaaaaaa!

ruins then asked for the onomasticon of #21.
don't steal red Mastiffs or the bandersnatch'll get you about the year's ears
after Galilean Relativity, after it!

silly psylocybin does not give you permission
to engage in my third realm piro-shaped fantasias, sukkari, accurately
for on drugs you couldn't handle the best catch ever

dump the mountain onto witness protection and
its vault of antique munitions goes to abolishing Bingo pertinaciously Mody Dickhead

i've been to all of the world's mysteries by pictures,
do i need bragging rights, to stand before it in person with a loved one, or
to invest in Brazilian seascrapers; would that solve perpetual futility?

P.S., DSPS called, it told us of 52 projects or more it won't give you back
for frightful last minute Halloween costumes and the baby pigs who superslowly called
in shortah never ever outshined the master

"How To Get Hooked On Positive Mendacity And The Doortop Stashes of Auditory Auditions Posing As Instructional Out Of Print Grimoires"

iron, pumpkin heads, fifths, angry birds in carnivals boxing crowds

they locked me away, in a phone booth with
all these red gloves finger-paint-crawling
as over the canopy we're laughed at by the things they know

indietro, beneath, between, koomnatas wound their eyes
as fieber twisted its tongue to whatever happens
when bats with gas masks gasp telling lies and the capturing camera reverts itself
onto a blues band with kazoos, you being sawed in half by vandyke-sporting magicians,
and the mystery that only your good mood reveals go mall turning gears inside boat beds

did you know that the hebephrenic pillows will bleed on heartbeats,
corrading The Great Blue Hole of anguished repose?
me neither, but i certainly know better than to mess with true strength
when, kakom, sudoku comes home!

"This Old Transitory Nature Of Friends"

don't-know-chunjae, two you know
pass and do you say hi? no, you don't, countrified in the endemic

bizarros come and go though like an Annie Oakley to this personal sit-down
and a bus-smash would chaff but like these cane-walkers
windmilling to To Well You Needn't, the catarrh will beg for useful kings and queens

“It’s Not Because You Think i’m Strange, Semi-Autistic, Or Sheltered, Which On One Level Sure But It’s Mostly Because What Most Of You View As Stimulating Makes Me More Dysphoric…And Quicksticks, Let’s Talk About Something That’s New, Relevant, Forward-Thinking And Not Nostalgic; But, Who Say Reads Any More, Buys New Challenging Albums (Or Makes Them), Cares, And ISN’T A Full Of Shit Alcoholic?”

i’ve reached the point where
talking to people isn’t
real interesting

“Deep Inside i’m Like A Diffident Comic Book Guy”

despite this costume
here before you looking say
confident, angry

“Because Looking Up The Title, Me Thinking It Was A New Somewhat Enticing Maybe Even Humorous TV Show Turns Out To Be A Mind-Numbing App Which Reminds Me Of My Choice To Wear Always Plain Clothes As i’m Not A Walking Billboard Ad For Any Soul-Sucking Corporation”

the shirt you’re wearing
entitled Angry Birds is
greatly upsetting

“To Soothe My Soar Throat And Also, Outside Of The Fact That They Were Expensive And The Package Was So Hard To Open That i Used My Teeth, The Other Best Part Was When i Blew The Portion Of It Off, It Flew Onto Some Korean’s Hair”

right now i’m eating
gummy bears and it’s the best
thing i can think of

“But In Real Subjective Points Of Reference, What’s There Borders On Religious And This Is Why The Underlying Crux Of A Lack Of Connection To Others And And-Goes-Without-Saying Helps You Get Situated In Just Being What You Are When Those Before Tell But-This-Is-How-It’s-Worked But Not For You, Never For You, Never For Us?”

some will convince you
that the song playing is just
that, simply a song

“Nope, Not i, Not i"

typically i don’t
eat in restaurants where
i see no one in

“The Criticism That i’m Partially Autistic And Before You Jump To Conclusions That’s A General You”

me, an appearance
of pretending to like you
renders me with

“You Can’t Help But Wonder If She’s Been Purchased, Or A Man, Or A Fish In The Sack, Or Maybe She’s Purchased HIM, Or Maybe It Is Just In Fact Love Everyone”

when you see a fat
nasally-voiced comb-over
man with a bombshell

“And Once i Become Engrossed In Others’ Interpretations Of Such And Hear What’s So Plain, Perspicuous, Cliché, And Downright Dull To My Ears As Meaningful To Most Others i Feel So Fucking Insane That i Have To Physically Remove Myself From This Harrowing Ordeal Of “Expression” Or Fidget Uncontrollably Like A Slow Dog Waiting To Be Put Down Waiting For Their Performance To End”

sometimes the only
things i have to comfort me
are words and music

“It Demonstrates That You Can Be A Projection, An Insult, An Ebonic Construction, An Interpretation Of Generality Or Specificity”

you is probably
my favorite word in the
English language ‘cause

“Resumed White Teeth; And i’m Not That Dwarf From The Clay-Mation Rudolph Movie But i Guess This Is Yet Another In A String Of Eccentricities”

i have this strange say,
fascination with looking
at peoples’ pearly

“Called Yellow Fukuoka…Not Talking To Myself i Swear”

rest assured there is
a place to get your visa
it’s a Hongdae joint

“Company Of One Woman? Something To Do With Karma No Doubt”

why is it that i’m
more prone to be said hello
to when i’m in the

“Goddamn Eddie Vedder For Stealing My Lines…i Mean, Yeah…”

being alone and
smiling isn’t exactly
helping my chances

“The Phrase Alone Killed Me And This Is Now From A Chick Who’s Married, Who i Might’ve Done A Lot Worse To, And Who i Tried To Get To Go Into A Hot-tub With Me On Top Of The Hotel’s Roof Blindfolded And Wait To See If Ahh, Anything “Prodded Her” (Classy, Classy i Know), Operative Word Being Tried”

“no but Koreans,
they cheat, they go out and suck
on women’s pussies”

“One Way To Avoid Its Sick Gifts”

when winter rolls ‘round
i still wear T-shirts, i just
don’t take my coat off

“It Was Akin To That Disgusted Yet Simultaneously Turned-On Feeling You Get When You Unfortunately Have To Be Privy To Other People Fucking; Or, When Your Heart Feels Vomit’s Pangs”

you posted pictures
in lingerie of yourself on that fucked
website and i thought

“Used Condoms, Four Occasions And Most Definitely More To Ah, Come, And What's The Big Deal You Say? Invidiousness Hurts Those With Awareness When Listening And Seeing People Fuck, Being Used And/Or Strung Along By Women Both Younger And Older Than Me – Yes, i’m 26 For The Record For Those Of You Who Thought i Was Bordering On 56-Going-On-13-and-87 Simultaneously – Over-Reading Skin-Crawling Messages, And Tying To Repress All The Wrongs i Feel Because i Probably – See? – Wasn’t Held Nor Given Solid Nourished Direction As A Child Ostensibly Depending On Whether Or Not We Even Believe In Psychology And Predestinarianism’s Differences Really”

it’s hard to believe
i’m not in fact cursed by all
higher entities

“And The Answer Is In Fact Yes, This Would Resoundingly Have Been TOO FUCKING MUCH To Ask For”

would it have been so
hard to fuck and show us both
a goddamn good time?

Well Then.

2011-09-28T23:21:00.000-07:00

“Somewhere In Here Was The Name You Dreamt Of”

missed your extended broadcast by opening up
knobless doors with these magnetic pebbles

the undead you became was choked back to death
in the attic and stuffed in your sarcophagus went the pink insulation
we told you was cotton candy to aid your cheery return to The Great Wherever

the year might have been 1979, ten years since he saw us last flinching at mud-puddling jeans
you impugned upon him with the flummery often depicted by lionized battaglias

copacetic clit-like tchotchkes were worn in the qiutian to attempt to summon back our
kochalam, jitsuma, mouth-coverer

so Skepticism, give us your shippai and we’ll get climacteric tracking one by one
all your little perturbed soliloquies – i’ll bring the mustard

“And Air Quotes On Talent Because Sure i Can Play Three Instruments (Well Is A Different Story), Sure i Can Play With And Study 15+ Words Of The Day In 15+ Languages, But i’m Still Like Richie Rich – Who Said i DO Look Like Macaulay Caulkin? – Asking Where His Parents And Friends Are To That COLD FUCKING COMPUTER”

sure, i have “talent”
but you all have ten times more
on experience

“Your Boyfriend”

i know that if i
were to meet him i’d hate him
just on principle

“You Can Rest Assured Any And Everything You Say To Me Will Be Written About And i’ll Find Some Correlative Synchronicity To Wound My Existence With”

i walked into this
Moroccan restaurant and
a gaggle of girls

told me i looked like
their teacher and i asked is
this a compliment?

to which there was a
rift with the response that went:
“bad teacher, nice guy”

“Because i Couldn’t Think Of Another Word For Participate That Would Fit The Schematic And If You DO On Top Of It Appreciate It We Have Something To Talk About; If Not, Move On, Move On”

the essence of Art
isn’t that you understand
it’s to go through it

“Our Ideas Of What An Island Is”

writing, is mostly
about being alone and
how do we balance?

“Misfortune Viz. Relationships”

i’d say without fail,
my birthday and Halloween
are my worst days

“i Hate Korea :this much:”

let me count the ways
in which i hate mascara
about as much as

“What Relieves Stress i Asked Them Once And Their Response Was Dancing, Well,”

you know what else gets
stress out? FUCKING, yeah, that, right,
you dead ever try?

“Because Having A Deathwish Is Always Fun And What’s The Difference Between That And Working Teaching ESL Really?”

what other job do
you need no experience for?
oh right, the army!

“The Obvious Apology To Unethical Commodities, Duchenne Smilles, And What i Perceive As A Deeply Troubling Obsession With Tapping Into A Sublime Intensity Not Of This Earth”

i don’t know what i
need anymore i just
want what i feel to stop

“The Retorts i Should’ve Said To My Ex-Boss Part 3,065”

if i were really
getting paid to perform, you
think i’d FUCKING TEACH?

“Old 6 and 3/4…Alright Fuck It, 7 Inch Faithless”

Dear Mom And Dad much
thanks for your decision to
circumcise me Love,

“Need You See As Secondary”

because i wasn’t
loved as a child this is
a necessary

“i Get Ideas”

i must say i am
really sorry but when i
see you eat ice cream

“Only In The Work Place”

i think of pleasing
people and this is why i’m
so goddamn depressed

“At Any Given Time You Naïve Piece Of Shit”

here’s a reason to
not marry a Korean:
“they can turn on you”

“Thomas Pynchon Is My Favorite Living Writer Out Of Discipline, Perversion, Humor, Linguistics, Sagacity, And Granted This Is Conjecture But i’ll Go With This”

the people who join
any military branch
were those without love

“Conscious Of Other Guys In My Position ALSO Checking Me Checking Them Out And Wondering If They’re Making Fun Of Me For Going About It All Wrong Because When i See Guys Doing Similar i Laugh At Them”

when i am alone,
and i check out women, i
can’t help but be

“Don’t Want Nor Need To Speak To”

one of my biggest
fears is having the phone ring
and it’s someone i

“Of Being Unabashedly Myself Which is Being A Slave To The Unpredictable, Wanting Very Limited Choice, Accepting Perhaps The Fact That i Have A Deathwish In Dealing With Chaos Like Going To Uh, Mexico Let’s Say As Of Recent, The Bad Parts, Out Of A Fearless To Foolish Dichotomy Of Fuck It Why Not In That My Sense Of Do-i-Matter? Is Quite Low Viz. The Macrocosm; Or, Less Severe, Creating Ex Nihilo Because i Have Trouble Differentiating Work From Life And How To Be Paid FOR This Before You?”

i suppose what i
really want to do isn’t
quite possible then

“Obviously Neurosis But Because i Suppose i Like Starving Myself; Or, Let Me Backtrack, My Diet Is Scattered Parallel To Time And Motion – Rush Reference! – And Fluctuates My Blubber Accordingly To Well, Not Gain”

none of my clothes fit
me anymore and i think
it’s because of like

“The Thing Is As Such: You JUST DO IT; Once You Tell Me What You Wanted To Achieve i Feel Cheated, Bored, Not Stimulated, And Almost Offended; Or, The Other Reason Why i Won’t Ever Return To A Writers’ Workshop And i’m Aware That Here i Am Right Now Bloviating On A Seemingly Contradictory Crux, But You Might Notice i Don’t Prolegomenously Saturate Your Expectations In Introducing My Work, YOU Interpret Right? And The Reasons Everyone?”

i heard this nerd talk
about “tipping the canon”
then, brain deflated

“There Is Something Called Stoicism And i’m No One’s Wind-Up Toy”

where in my contract
does it say that i have to
look like i’m happy?

“On Jocoseriousity: Jaco, Shakespeare, Hitler, DFW, Cobain, Kaufmann, Mussolini, Others That Won't Let Me Remember…”

here are all the folks
i’d like to believe have gone
and metempsychosed

“Then You Most Definitely Do Not Love Your Wife”

i’d say that if you
go out all night long and flirt
with other women

“Actually Communicating Something; Sooo, Then Why Study 15+ Languages? Because The Ultimate Irony Is i’m An Asshole”

i think of things like
etymology when i
could care less about

“You, So Are You”

i’m an idiot
for making these choices but
then again so are

“This’ll Be Our In-Joke, OK?”

whenever you see
me remind me to exist
within all notes, all

“My Own Funeral”

whenever i have
to wear teaching clothes i feel
like i’m attending

End Of The Week

2011-09-18T03:49:00.000-07:00

"Philosophy 101 As Told By The Brand New Colony Of Darkest Birds"

spill what you want wide, cast your net
on all those hat-stands like a ruptured duck or a return on periwigs

lost in the necropolis passing saudavel contredit
instincts incipient to the vended out reservation cards you forgot mercilessly

sayid with punctilious big adventures beyond you?
jump aboard the nine-iron bed we made living like a figurative fugitive

a bacchanalia revelator, pain no gain sketching
upside down umbrellas and calling them the reason you started seriously eating fish

"Do You Check To See If Anyone's Around?"

is it just me or,
when your balls get tight, itchy,
and you scratch at them

"This Is What It Feels Like To Fly Over Planet Earth"

search for rinky-dink, lack principale sympathies,
daintily give the word

i will give you a view of the Sistine Chapel
and bioturbation from my family tree

a wall that plays music when it rains on the path finder
but only if postprandial

i am the equivalent of solving a rational inequality
though siddhi offers its variables on being a liability or a useful tool

conduit of honey gangsters, untitled by 79
why is any of this important to buy Congress an guthan soghluaiste al final?

transient global amnesia i'd fake to get me to slathering your face perimeter
and that would be the energy and intensity you described on specific months

blanc-bec ne voir qu'en bleu cannabis chips
"it could be cancer" as a phrase to alleviate the pain architecture of
this sentence has five words

i cut out the science of success and get forward
with out of print clothing on higher ground to suddenly know what you are hoping for

"Trapped Within A Beautiful Painting"

did you ever look
up at the sky and realize
it doesn't look real?

"These Questions Meaning How Will 'X' Make Me Feel If i Do It...Then You're Probably A Manic Depressive"

it's safe to assume
if you have to ask yourself
these questions then you're

"Don't Invite Me To Sorry And Life; i Can Still Kick Your Ass In Mortal Kombat Though"

there are two things i
was never very good at:
playing games and tests

i Am Resplendent In Divergence

2011-09-16T00:50:00.000-07:00

"Synecdoche Of Damals"

cream white leg talk supports the pigs;
dulcis darkle, mil ways i know antes
meeting a kokochi that throbs into nebulizing acolytes' electric doloro

whoever invited the invented handshake wasn't an
egotism Cowabunga, it was semplicemente scapputi cruciverbalists with too
much educazione and ghost-towns-on-leave-sudor-caboodles behind it

waul when i tear your doily; coruscate really behind wirtschaftsmunder,
warikang, a ceiling of wine glasses bats make musical, and no smoking signs sampled

aberzengen feckless and finicky one whittle any aequues there's even more
Barbie Dolls left face-first in the sand

“Who Decides To Do That In A Room Where I Have To Teach An 11th Grade Girl Lord of The Flies?”

i’ve honest to God
never drawn a penis in
my very sad life

“Black Kid In An Asian High School Uniform”

and i wanted to
ask him: just how well is it
going for YOU here?

“With Strangers It’s One Thing But With Friends It Gets Problematic”

when i cross the street
put others in front of me
so that they die first

“Scheduling, Mouth Space, Wrong-Size Condoms”

lately i’ve found sex
to be a tight and painful
exercise to bear

“And First Off i’m Distrusting Of Him Covering Both Male And Female Parts And Second Sure, Virtuosic, Impressive, But Who, WHO, Will Support This Man Other Than His Two Minutes Of Youtube Tourist Attraction Fame And If He Does Garner Support From A Higher Conglomerate He’ll Be Cheated And Abused Rest Assured”

currently watching
this two-vocal lutist play
somewhere in Europe

“Something Worth Trying For”

ideals, wait for it...
ambitions, aspirations,
these all used to mean

“The Listening Fallacy Of Musical Therapy Which Even Though It Does Work Like That And i’m Aware Of It It Still Makes Your Life Feel That Much More Emphatic Doesn’t It Spiraling Scintillating Organism No Different Than Anyone Else Or The Floor You Tread?”

all the songs you hear
are about situations
you’re in, aren’t they?

“A Skit Idea”

let’s put a bunch of
cats on leashes and have a
man walk them...fiercely

“Sentimentally Raae, Amanda, Alicen, Anna, Uhh That’s Enough...i Thought Maybe Illegitimate Daughters, Pets, Each Burst Of Semen, Scars, Shits...Suggestions?”

if you had to name
all the girls who “got away”
what things would YOU use?

“Look Deaf”

when you’re listening
to music intently say,
all people start to

“But Only If There’s, You Know, Celestial Virgins”

if you’re all convinced
i’ll be famous some day then
get me there assholes

“Kid Rock...Who i’ve Been Told i Look Like And :Tell Ghost Hunters Joke:”

in this country, dudes
seduce women to artists
like the amazing

"As It Relates To The Plainness Factor Of Them With: Tar, Feathers, Tarantulas, Seawater, Live Snakes, (Used) Condoms, Toenails, &c."

we had this idea
to sell kaiser rolls with these
contents found within

"Dictations To Whomever Crosses Eyes"

under fey stridulations hatless hair
sniffs the air, a polymath of taut interwoven motor revving and ziff scratching

you're my shenti and the commands i issue
will be inhume pedazo by pedazo like a shizuka baldric when flaying the skin

wheyropda diesmal, the wellspring breeds back the kleptocracy into a nebblia
of next time where, sokoree, machinas won't ever make you smile

"Through The Bucket Of Moldy Reptiles"

down to the hips night; real kitchens are
our curving swarthy arras sullen by paint,
the change in strapping birdsong gone west

dude ranch iridescent with suffocation by sheet
per curiam alto, mochee, do you like it here in the off-key jishin of the
haruspex's perpending neebla rubies?

masterminds with their elegiac megrims are the old part of town
peppering strange girls for profit and half the sky, "garrafas for those daring"
will be their pitch and sacred geometry soups - kraseewee kraseewee

"For Ten Fold Reasons: You Say, But What, You're Attractive Physically GET OUT THERE; Well, When It Comes To Supporting And Keeping My Sanity In Check What With Being Gainfully Employed i'm Akin To Cancer; Too Serious, Too Genuinely Astrological And Where's The Time TO Ask Do You Want Top, Bottom, Sideways, Behind, Bench-Pressed, Swirled, Only Oral...Positions Positions (That's Only The Humor Angle i Won't Waste Time With A Doctrine On What Love Should And Shouldn't Be)...And Then You Say, So Leave...And Go Where? If i Were An Easily-Amused Cretin i Could Make It Back To The Edutainment Industry As A Means, Fake It, But The Anointed One, The Only Ones Who Don't Feel This Existential Ennui Either Own Businesses Or Are That Good At Acting, Not Being Sensitive (See BECOMING), Were Born Into Money Or A Freely Educated Homeland For Their "Advanced" Degrees, Or Are Just Flat Out Lucky Stiffs Born In More Fruitfully Panglossian Generational Gaps Or Complete Shit-Talking Sophists Who Need To Meet Me So i Can, Silently Now, Kill Them And Earn Profit That Way Which Brings Me To Assassinations People Assassinations; JOBS!?"

when it comes to love
this is not the place to be
and it's killing me

To The End Of Time All, To The End Of Time

2011-09-04T07:32:00.000-07:00

"You Were The Only Steady Sex i've Ever Had And Thinking Back i Think It's Because i Came Clean Telling You i Never Had A Girlfriend And You Took Pity On Me And Currently When i Think About All Six Let's Say Recent Attempts To "Get Home" If a) The Buddhist i Didn't Pay Looking For Alms Who Gave My 'Friend' - Who Took The Time To Tell Me He Would Help Me Move; Then, Day Of, Informs Me i Have To Buy Him All Drinks, Meals, Expenses, Strumpets IF SO; Needless To Say Not On Terms Anymore With Him - A Gold Medallion And i Just Scribbled A Random Sobriquet And Like A Dog He Bared His Teeth At Me Or b) That Heinous She-Male i Refused To Even Make Eye-Contact With Because Why Humor Something That's Main Function Is To Deceive And Extort One Night Wherein Afterward, Via A Two-Way Bi-Cultural Translation, i'm Told i'm "One Of The Most Faceless, Emotionless, Venal, Heartless Sorry Excuses For A Human Being Who No Woman Will Ever Love Who Should Do [sic] US All A Favor And Jump Off A Bridge" (See Psychology's Working Definition Of Projection) And Whether She May Have Been Onto Something"

you were the best sex
i probably had ever
and that's because

"i'm Here To Help You Face What You Don't Want To"

David Bowie says we never talk anymore as an
example of identifying what we laugh at in the dark
to musical therapy cutting up forty minutes

can you imagine me in prison, i mean person,
on civilization day with an accent like a pielegniarka seeking to raise ijivaru
mascara into finger-painting mosaics Humpty-numptying yolk upon subtitles?

alius returned in remarkable oneiric un plumo might find,
like sabbia swept in diluvial dominion, adventitious if only analyses were a useful
both-ended candle amarach

insolation immolates an enervation and the smokeman walketh on
carrying Tweety and her hopeless chin-scratching

she resembles someone in my family and i have incestual
thoughts but don't we all?

"i'd Ask The Room For A Show Of Hands But Think The Statistic - Being Who Is First? - Is Solely In My Own Warped Head...And That's A General Her"

i'm pretty sure all
the times i've made out with her
i initiate

"Right, Criticize Me? i Do Enough Of That On My Own Thank You"

you just write down all
trans-sociopathic
thoughts you have don't you?

"By Spitting On It"

i tasted blood in
my mouth and i thought
check on this guy's cast

"Nailed It"

lately when i've been
at my most anxious, insane,
you'll find me in church

and before you jump
the gun with the Christian shit
here's my take on it:

because no one knows,
seeking comfort from Chaos,
the idea of there

being something out
there that well might, does fills me
with a sense of hope

for i am learned on
instabilities that are
ever evolving

where all forms of the
Great Denial Aetheists
is more zealotry

so then what do i
believe? in propensity,
in the possible

and keeping what i
smally now, refer to myself
under working right

"The Gameshow Are You?"

caged body get me a destapador for
my cyranoid is on the fritz cackling crisply with quotes like
"mundus servat aimsir anclar"

clothespin heartstrings in adenoidal asterisks
taking back what scratched my back by
what the bijoutier Nadia did with arroz and no ounce of the Quetelet Index

lieto rowdy-down rodeo in the balneetsa
shiangchow direful as a hot plate the feijaos jump at

"You're One In Ten...And That's Being Generous"

oh, you've met someone?
well then buddy, i can say,
in all honesty

"Perhaps That's A Sign Of Infinity...And Beyond!"

interesting how
the shit i just took looks like
a lemniscate and

"But There Is Only The Personal Satisfaction You Get From The Fleeting Freedoms You Water-Stone Out Of That Which Has Moved On"

there is no hope for
a brighter future or world
get over yourself

"Date Them; Yes, It's Going This Well"

find me someone who
looks absolutely gorgeous
when they yawn and i'll...

"Not Being Lied To In Non-Alcoholic Owned Businesses"

i basically come
to these types of keeps
because i know i'm

"Do You Have This One, Have You Seen This, And Other Big Green Monsters"

pointing at his toe as if saying two-headedly,
"you behave" but with a catachresis of compliments

how many walking annas does it take to crimp our
interview schedule more conglobate, mi magro handkerchief?

frothy comes malaise looking at others and i need
psychology to, like cutting a steak with eestokjes,
tell me i'm not like you not convinced

"Ballyhooly Bombadil Doesn't Want To Work, Hesingjon, He Wants To Direct The Passion Plays"

flies move like clay-mation and these figures you see before you are three Korean gents
who, giggling, noticed that a brick in a small stone cottage...
was it winked or wiggled at them?

investigating and removing it from its ensconced rock-climbed mosaic
brought Blonde Curls towards sallow glows
that confuse our working definitions of maculate and imm

from car to motorcycle their girls like...industrial revolutions
le mont golfiere carrying a lagoon of bumjaeja crotch-crickets who hand-in-hand
convince you of their heterosexuality and that ketchup insists upon its bad reputation
as a joke and it's European heritage

militant bullshitting Arab hard-ons
back-fire on third-wheel wireframe fake flower pottery
they tried watering but couldn't find ospites for
as our escaped, going-somewhere?, Monty-Hall Problem rushed into a fourth;
indecision on which part the Oreo afforded intaking how much cancer next

(our narrator tried smoking once, at most four puffs having never finished a cigarette but got tongue soporifically-tingly chewing nicotine)

she asks him when coming outside, "why are you going to a club after we tried having sex, making a baby grow, do my tubes frighten you, am I a xiao British flag to be backpacked upon the arms of stealth tigers and military drill sirens taxis vroom from?"
- his answer is somewhere behind a fidgeting button

checks pockets, fans arms, "shit", he tells the groceries he, saving money going civis really really golfing for gophers losing its meaning like an air freshener with the flavor hand sweat

"Thanks For Wasting Both Of Our Time; Similarly, i Remember One Professor Telling Me My Work Was Unreadable Which Isn't A Word And Cracks Me Up Because i Once Cried In His Office Telling Him i Really Just Don't Believe Any More But Know This Is All i Am And Like He Empathized But, Backtracking Here, Is It Possible To Just Get On With It, Be Left Alone And Survive Without Engagement...i Might Be Arguing For Spectatorship, Vicarity, Or Just Yeah Ignore This Because"

every time i read
an analytical piece
of writing i think

"As Opposed To You Know, Trapezoids"

it starts to remind
of concentric circles
my thought processes

"i Just Want To Produce"

i have no more what
you'd call intellectual
curiosity

"And It'd Specialize In Deja Vu"

this being would talk
via the mouths of two-tailed
piggy-backed lizards

"It Could Always Be Worse As They Sit Tacit Thinking The Depressive Drug Will Somehow Be An Alexiteric And A T-Shirt Sporting Patron Which An Unhappy Face Plus A Glass Equals A Happy Face i Sent Away By Scoffing"

as i stare at the
baby-stroller betwen two
beers i imagine

"i'm Just As Much Of A Success Story"

what i wouldn't give
for living in a fucking
chateau that's in France

"My Own"

like to imagine
the thoughts of others these days
because i don't trust

and despite how you
say "this is quite unique, huh?"
i'm so fucking bored

that i can't stay me
for longer than three hours
without doing this

"The Only Place Where There's Blood"

been noticing that
mosquitoes bite my arms, hands,
and cock because that's

"Which i Wanted To Punch And Bring Him Back To The Euthanasia Ticket He Forgot To Cash By Hoping That He'd Choke On One Piece"

i saw a guy with
a Lego neck-tie, repeat,
a Lego neck-tie

"My Family, My Dog, Friends, Pizza, And Hamburgers"

the only thing i
miss about America
are these five things then

"Thought To Myself i Can't Even Do That!"

as this adjushi
threaded a needle and put
on a button i

"Getting What's Denied Off The Mind"

some new nomen piggy another metero falling upon the henge - quickly to the bamboo!
have just one? Joanna please vielleicht eight - but who but me is here?

"Somewhere In The Middle N 'B' K, Somewhere In The Middle"

you've had too much and
i've had too little and i
figured we could meet

"Speak To A Single Soul"

i honest to God
just want a fucking desk job
where i don't have to

"And Aren't i Unique When i Fall In Love With Any Girl That's Physically There, Has Half-A-Brain, And Will Talk To Me?"

she may be three beans
short of a burrito but
then i say so what?

"Under The SOP Working Ethos"

voa, stained fingers, go with me like a tosse
that makes monatos speaking es geht like a homile to suitcases rocking in need

kizetsu is not an option in the whirligig you venerate for supple mostalas

go, beyond Hakotel, beyond mono wohne under a digital codex that'll put you
in an early Baskerville-effective grave

ketatamashii, be the first against your penultimate genitore and other half-baked
sacrosanct belt-tightening, tie-straightening, button-inspecting, nail-biting, stoicism-feigning schistosomiasis geraamte saekatsu

there's more out there under the spinning wheel

"It Being Decapitated By A Taxi Cab Or See More Reasons Why People Avoid Physical Contact With Me"

stop to pet a dog
and within seconds of it
came close to witness

"Proverbs From Alhazarad"

i come to you as if with a box of barracudas and a locust swarm:

"let's keep our goats fully bearded"
"if a tiger is picked from a tree best to clip your nails"
"the shirt that gets no iron is a hellacious vestibule to lean on but only if you,
quid pro quo, tap your overbites together"
"let's put our snakes in a line and our Rosh Hadesh green as a sycophantic drzewo"
"cicatrizing is not an option under the hebetude hegemony of Indian Summer where kissing her, she saying 'wow, that was good but i'm crazy' becomes all forms of rada"

"Gold-Glittering"

being an artist
is about what you make, not
what look you put out

"About Living In Korea Fresh Off The Boat And No i'm Not, Life Is Born On Me...Sometimes"

a few starry-eyed
black girls came up to me and
said, "you're hard on yourself"

"At Least Like If You're Outside Doing It You Can Eavesdrop And Pretend You're Not A Social Retard Or Freak"

does anyone else
find cooking and eating by
yourself depressing?

"It Could Be Worse Part 16,000³ /18.5 With A Baby, With An Estranged Lover, With, With, With..."

i could be in a
what do you call one of those...
a relationship!

"Every Cent i WAS Making From Being A 'Teacher' Wasn't Exactly Rightfully Earned Given i Was A Fraud"

i basically don't
pay for the subway system
because i know that

"So Then Why Do Mine Smell Worse? i Think All The Hate i Accumulate Must Get Woven Into The Fabric And Is Released Only By Trying To Make Things 'Better'"

when normal people
wash their clothes usually
they smell better, yes?

"As In Up High, Down-Low, Whenever i See An Open Palm"

i think my new thing
is to give homeless people
what you call a five

"And Some Of us AREN'T Hypocrites"

i was brought up to
be honest in the face of
all your abject lies

"Terrified Of Life Let's Say And Because Well Have You Seen What Passes For It?"

if anyone had
to go and typify my
work they'd say i am

"Never Have I Ever's Outcomes To Cheeeck When i Played With Her"

one day i'm going
to teach you how to ride a
bike...and butt-fuck you

"Whilst i Had My Satchel Down On The Subway Because The Strap Causes Discomfort & Sweat, i Had This Vision Of A Korean Getting A Foot Caught In It, Doubling Over, Breaking His Teeth, And Suing Me On Top Of Other Litigious Liabilities i Have To Face"

and then i realized
"if i had a dollar for"
i'd have one dollar...

"Here's An Idea To Get The Approval And Seed-Riddance Of A Particularly Supple Specimen With The Utmost Respectability And Who Knows You Never Know It Till You Try It As Nominally Suggested By THAT Ladies Man You Know"

start off with a sneer,
then, sniff, loudly, give a mean
nutation: won yet?

Short Update Because i Finished v.m. #27 And Don't Want To Carry Its Desiccated Shell Around

2011-08-14T20:25:00.000-07:00

"Le Base Of Made-Ball Buildings"

an amateur camarero risks at the phrase
di animas in corpora hominum e caelo mittunt

while go mall mother gets you with bisha nutshells
retroceding ijirashii comedy acts

describe your panic attacks as mind-cave-ins now
sure one way to reel um in...to pyungshin yom she-nee maggotorium olas choo choo

he says how like Splitting The Sky, a chieftain with a pavonine headdress
carved in baozhi holographs iridescent as a brown river,
the hoffe upon philharmonic khanzirs

congratulations to making it to your new semester
chaptalized ones on bref
there might be a dissection on pubic hair yet...i'll get the prikboard behold!

"Megalomaniac Conditioning For The Weekend"

i should be building
an empire, not hating
the sky i walk on

"Desensitivity"

every weekend i
ask myself the same question:
just what is worth it?

"A 'Girlfriend' And i Measure And Am Productive Based On Time And It Alone Wherein Now i've Wasted Two Hours Waiting For An Unpacked Subway"

the only thing that
told me what time it wasn't
was when i had one

"All i Can Think Is STOP Breeding"

that's been eight subway
cars that've gone by now and
as the doors give

"The Only Reason i Still Create Is Because It Keeps Me From Death; No One Is Going To Pay You To Do This, NO ONE; Unless, By Some Fluke Someone In A Higher Position Than You Buys Into Your Bullshit"

i've given up on
Art as a commodity
just being honest

so have i sold out?
taken the safe route for shit?
god, aren't you bored now?

it's frustrating when
i want to be a drug you
take to take you ELSE

for example then:
work fifteen hours a day
practicing BULLSHIT

and by bullshit i
mean I DON'T KNOW, it's mostly
unconscious twaddle

because "the market"
dictates we have to be, well,
"communicative"?

and there's a place for
everything - appreciate -
but it gets boring

being carbonite
of what came before and i'm
really no different

just downright NEED
to do this because it's all
i have to offer

"Have All Limbs Intact, A Roof And A Job Over My Head, My Physical Health - Note The Distinction -, A Fantastically Contoured Beard, Clothes To Keep Me Warm, 'Talent', And JUST FRIENDS, JUST FRIENDS Who 'Care' About Me"

tell me what i should
be happy about outside
of the fact that i

"Who Said To Me Sincerely i Like You; Bought Me Things Like Flowers, Alcohol, and Meals; Became An Ear To Listen, Sent Check-Up Messages Without Like Appearing Too Insanely Over-Bearing, Laughs Whether At Expense Of Or Genuine, But i Guess There's Always Ten Fingers"

i'm going to say
that if i were a woman
i'd fuck everyone

Upon Returning Nothing (Still) Makes Sense

2011-08-09T16:36:00.001-07:00

"And The Answer Is Are You Obsessed With Receiving Your Own Justified Self-Righteous Opinions Back; Which, To Answer The Truth Be Told Self-Imposed Question, Maybe"

hey, has anyone
ever asked you if you are
obsessed with sex, hmm?

"On Pets, And Forget That Youtube Shit You See"

i often wonder
if we appreciate them
because they don't speak

"This Was Out Of A Parked Car Over A Bridge...And The Mind'll Go Dark"

upon the highway,
a woman held a baby;
who knows what came next

"Cars Within Cars, Brilliant Trees, Being Too Aware, Too Sensitive, Left For Dead In The Eastern World Tone Colored By Ferns And The Wonder Of Continuity"

i often think of
what the other is thinking
about the other

"No, Not The Musical Mode, The Third Worst Aftertaste In My Life Aside From Garlic And Boonddungi From A Fruit Which Is Like 'A Rotting Cheesecake Left Out In The Sun' - Dara Shenahan"

the durian is
probably going to keep
me up all night long

"Noontide Finished"

imagine if sharing shipsorayshomashita
with all hong tautologies got you the flick of the nose you deserved

banaltra, the mappa mundi please, you see,
it says right here: splendiferous aureate and pavonine slaphappy gullible mazacoms
descampe when logs are tourmente

ad-lib aliviome for yet another retreat
into the prize of homely wasgoed

anyone want this moldy sock or should he write just one more bisma to deaf ears?

"Because i Don't Give A Shit What Any Of You Say, You Can't Do SHIT With A Leg"

there are only two
places i want to live in:
your mouths and Not Here

"Shit, You Fucking Hipsters, S-H-I-T, And Subjectively, Yes, You Can Call My Craft That As Well; Difference Being, i'll Admit My Work's Trite"

i have a hard time
holding my attention span
for what is utter

"Eateries Of The Chicken-Heart-Soup Soul"

malumuntis this ultra bone by greiving
for ahms, the first data off a tempus boorish,
the presence of facsimiles we made into Tetris

through holes we see the erosion of conkomundi
an ambsace for fish that do not know they swim towards the spuit

if Despair is run by our cariste, then joie de vivre is a cafeteria run
by mildigis motorcylclists

"In My Life i Blame Both Of Our Perceptions Of The Porn Industry Or If i/We Don't, And i Haven't Reached This Point, It's Because You And i Have Become Comfortable"

i don't care how you
cut it: all sex is awkward
going when it's there

"Not One Of Our Wakai, Of No"

penhak over; intravenously, the department
returns for us polliwogs hamburglarizing zhongcan by clapping into wells

yomsan is as real as an oenophile's alahn
that people say is vintage, a real test through attitude and Latter Lamas

i divest, i contest, i abjure contalque the malprotunda of vases
half-empty with piss colored liquid

and after, three wheels i take to chulchug, unaware of the fourth which dangles unus

"Snide"

"is there something inside a coffee pot?"
should be the question we lie in keedariyo for out of wagamama

all change rapaz, tergiversate by the toll of orologoio
as entelechy pursues a floating head not reflected by this glass

chauffeur me xican, peautiner puesto enfermo into an untitled cavity
villainous and selfness

"Because The Extent To Frequency At Such In Which i Find Complete Strangers Start Conversations With Me Is Limited Wherein When They Do It Particularly Resonates Such As Six Years' Ago's:"

"I guess you're not that...
lonely, if you have that there"
(referring to bass)

"We Have To Count Some Blessings"

sure, meditation
takes away the panicking,
but what of despair?

"When It Comes To My Penis, This Was A Recent Fear Come True"

well it finally
happened everyone, listen:
a mosquito bit

and i guess this is
the price i have to pay for
sleeping, bar socks, nude

"And The Alien, But Like, Largely, Cultural Jingoism Uphold Completely Nugatory Constructs, i Think Put In Place To Keep Those With Small Minds Shackled To Their "Roots" Which Limit And Codify Advancement When It Comes To Life's Work; And Sure, Arguably, It's Impossible To Escape But You're Looking At Perhaps An Example Being A Person Who Shrugs It Off Saying i'm Just Human And Even Then i'm Not Sure..."

the only race or
culture i ascribe myself
to is Artistry

and while i find
the wrongness of racial jokes
risible, it strikes

me as fairly one-
dimensional to rely
on ideas of hate

"With The Silver Spoon Up The Ass, That Is Up Until My Grandfather Died, My Grandmother Somehow Got Hold Of All The Money, Squandered It On Sybaritic Cruises, Trips To Casinos, And Then Moves In With Us Out Of Bitter Loneliness Making Us All Miserable Insofar To Make Me Have To Leave The Country And Burn The Pampered Britches i, And Father-Dearest; Who, Heretofore Had Saved Up Tons Of Cash For My Brother And Myself That Guess-Who Got A Hold Of, Thought Permanent"

what i want most in
life is to not struggle for
that's how i was born

"The Toilet Bowl"

because downright all
NINE times you think you
love her, best friend is

"The Crash Test Dummies Who i Always Liked To Begin With Even Though He Claimed They Were Too Mainstream For My Ears, But Nope, Who Cares?"

when my father dies
i'm sure this band will become
much more resonate

"Sure, Just TAKE AWAY, My Two-Bites Taken Pancakes, That Beside The Point Weren't Very Good To Begin With, And Water Because You Assume Getting Up And Going To The Bathroom As You Give Up My Seat Is My Way Of Saying DONE You Fucking Under Or Over i Don't Know What Assumptions i Should Make Now WHORES"

if you work in
a restaurant this is the
worst thing you can do

"Crawlspace"

can't get head straight in my things lately

too talented for here but the costs outweigh the creation's
means home huh fire-extinguisher?

this family's legs look like a lepers' roadmap
to new tattoos and mold frottage

the owl patriarch finds the other nesters perfunctory,
snake-charming taste buds into sparrows' arrows fired at Valhalla's arras of vajras

through blinds we see wind picks up
hellbound in country dementia and with a visor sometimes this makes the difference

"That You're Really A Man, But Do You Think Your Date Knows?"

perhaps the sparkles
you've applied to your face
would clue those around

"Food, Sex, Sights, Laughs, And If i See Her, Would It Be Appropriate To Ask In Graphic Detail The Second Portion's Answers Viz. The Person She Allegedly Went There With? And Your Verdict? :Give The Finger:"

what else do we go
on vacation for
other than these four assets?

"Because The One i'm Well, Not Hanging Out With, But Checking Out, Has One That Questionably Looks Like A Form Of Self-Mutilation - A Butterfly Or Apple Logo - And It's Like: Coincidence, Is This "In", Is She Like Cattle-Branded By Self, Lover, Pimp, Madam, Or Am i Per The Usual Token Of My Extreme Just Looking Too Much Into Matters Of The Flesh?"

the next time you hang
with a korean girl check
their bodies for scars

"Our Faces Glow Blue As They Turn So While The Extent To Connection Hexes What i View As Functionality Askew, But Like, Look At Me And The Seen-It-All-Why-Bother? Heebees Gathering Like Furies Around The Collective Heads of This Audience To Feeling, Ooo, There It Is, The Comfort Of Making Money And Sexy Time, To Keep Us Us"

they even misnomed
definitions of "friend" and
"emotion" this life

"Where Next, With 'It Goes, It Goes' To Be Eradicated?"

the second-rate tier
of everything i'm involved
with starts to wear thin

"In Order To Stay Home From School But At This Juncture This Doesn't Seem Like As Good Of A Thought-Out Well-Oiled Plan"

i can remember
standing outside in the rain
to try and get sick

From South Korea To Malaysia

2011-07-28T07:42:00.000-07:00

__________________________________________

"Being Over-saturated With Information And Its Effects Upon An Undiluted Mind See Maybe i NEED Them"

maybe it's because
i have never done hard drugs
that it's more intense

"Weltschmerz"

there is inherent
sadness is everything we
do these days now, yes?

"As A Mandated Business, Let Us Make The Specification"

here's my opinion
on education, ready?
don't fucking do it

"i Have About Hundreds Of Ideas That None Really Appreciate To Break My Back Over And 'What About Out Of Love' Really?"

basically, if none
are going to pay me or
fuck me, why do it?

"But Fuck Isn't That Sad Thinking When For Once Under A Blue Moon We're Wasted?"

so then here we are:
without sex and without cash
we'd be better off

"TMJ Is Not My Recent Infatuation's Initials...Yet"

i have begun to
carry stress on the right
side of my jaw hiiiiiiii

"Ohh, Boo Hoo, What You Should've Written In High School"

so i finally
understand our problems
we're both that confused

"i Never Want To Fucking 'Work' Again"

perhaps the missing
phone calls i have missed relate
to the fact that

"How i Get Laid"

it's basically
the only reason why they
do it, for pity

"God i Need Drugs"

i blow up imagi
of others helping myself
to comfort my need

"Pointing At You Friend"

i want you to know
that this place is death mook
you may exit here

"This Is As Insane As It Sounds"

first shawl, you, luno, attaching this to
that deas good-humored sap turned into meows' abendessen

inside that orange your weekend shengri
spliced the main brace into andakade problem: re-pinning caloroso yakamashii
labels for somatic conditions of filth
and the besser tree house centered in ahatah leeita

mine host table tennis as tian watches
nimis, erubescent, espousing classical fazenda for left-handed fiable foods

"Hircine Is A World Word All You Girls Should Know"

for countless times my
mind drifts to licking every
square each of your sex

"Amor Is A Bicycle Sign Now"

anxiety comes
when i am not actively
engaged with working

"The Extent, The Extent"

sometimes i will walk
and accidentally hold
hands with someone...ahhh

____________________________

"Dried Blood Upon The Nails"

the Ripper came back with a photo montage of
food, perfume-swaying-scythes

magra, lisse, taewalla a grotesque
abracadabra invoking your lack of good times
for competitors coaxing he out of the effulgent ee corroding sand by 100 years

your stern schooling can't act as aegis so spiral,
they have found a place amid your invitations, circumlocutions, bad behavior -
they'd call you a califourchon situation,
douse you with confection, a handsel of attention

i write this here always on that next you,
flagging it as another day on earth warding off regularities to open for a few days

characteristically, after spending, she made a buchhandlung
out of haloadnee mantic bylines bought by none other than our faithless readers:
the vengeful hatah scambots

"The 75 - Being A Number i Don't Think i'll See - Year Old Korean Man (Born in 1935 That's How i Know, As It Said It On His Magnifying-Glass-Necessitated Passport, Mr. Joo Ostensibly - i Spy Yes, And No, A Career In The CIA Is Tough i've Looked Into It) Who Sadly WASN'T The Buxom-Please-Let's-Hit-It-Off-And-Go-Fuck-In-The-Bathroom-Criminally-Flight-Neighbor-Babe We All Wish'd Come Ahem Up And Down But Doesn't Who Came Here To Malaysia - Which i've Spelled Over The Course Of Two Days Straight With A Supererogatory A After The Y To No Correction - To Just Play Golf"

it seems kind of dumb
to travel for six hours
to go and do that

but then again what
the living fuck am i here
for other than this?

"But This Movie On The Flight, Which Shall Go Unnamed, Is About, From Slight See About Six Seconds Of Far From Inquisitive Deduction, The Importance, The IMPORTANCE of SHOES, Impressive One-upmanship Viz. Convivial Cockteasing, And Corporate Crystalization At Which i Underpin In My Not So Humble Opinion What Is Wrong With You, Not Me, Today; HOWEVER,"

if i could engage
in troilism it would
be with these three ones

"Sometimes Whenever i See A Since 1962 Tagline i Think That Wasn't Too Long Ago But Double-taking Realize It's A Lot Older Than ME With The Exception Of Like A Since 2009, Where It's Like, Really, You're THAT Convinced Of Your Longevity? Fuck Off, And This May Seem Banal, Mediocre, And Maybe Even A Reductive Jejune Thought Process, But"

i took the down-time
out of my ahem busy
schedule to write

"The Phrase 'But That's The Mouth She'd Kiss My Kids With' And My Thoughts Therein"

yes but that's why they
invented things like toothpaste,
mouthwash, and W.Cs

"Did You Ever Notice That If You Say, Have One Earphone In, The Other Out, And Someone In The Service Industry Which Is A Goddamn Shameful Vocation :Looks Around: Asks You Something, They Think They Don't Have To Listen To You As Intently Or Try Any More With Their Job Because You're Obviously Incapable Of Multitasking Or Listening Either, Well, Assumptions Assumptions, But,"

this is the reason
i now have coffee when i
really asked for tea

not to mention a
stained notebook because after,
the coffee tipped

that's three, count um, three
pages unsalvageable
although, a blessing?

"This Constant Student Hates To Be Sitting Around With A Bunch Of Amateurs Fingering His Asshole Nota Bene: i'm Doing The Diddling Here"

when i go places
i want to be with masters
so i can learn

"The Fact That Every Couple, And For The Most Part There Are Many, Look Lost Amidst Some Wearying Quibble"

traveling alone
puts life into perspective
am i glad for this?

"It Helped Put My Needs In Perspective But Still Depressed Me When Wanting To Give"

"just because she's been
fucked by many people don't
mean she knows how to"

"And The Amount Of Work That Was Put Into It Can Just Be Rendered Moot By Dint Of Seconds Unless A Machine Made It..."

the Swedish child
is unraveling this chair
here in front of me

"Early Infancy Playing Video Games And The Movies Based On Too"

does anyone else
remember getting boners
from princess cartoons?

"As Just Wanting To Take Pictures Of You Even Though i Think You're Even Younger"

suddenly taking
pictures of everything here
doesn't seem as good

"So i'm Sitting On This KL Hop-On, Hop-Off Tour Bus And There's This Cute i Want To Say Anywhere Between 15 To 18 Year Old - An Inference Based On Her Braces But In Asia That's Uh, Ponderous And Fuck You, It's How Old i Still Feel Sometimes - And i Think About Ways To Start Conversations Like Where Are You From, You're Very Pretty, If Your Travel Partners Let You Can You Meet Me Tonight, What's Your Name, Do You Recognize Me, Didn't i Once Save Your Life, Is There Life On Mars, If You Had To Rate The Use Of Your Mouth On A Scale From -3 To 0 What Would It Be, You're Kinda Hairy But Maybe i Could Get Into That, What Is My Versus Your Color, i Really Like Your Hair, If i Squeeze Your Nose, How Long Can You Breathe Out Your Mouth Let's Try, But Yeah, i Don't Have Uh Social-Anxiety Disorder, But"

if i had the balls
this is definitely how
it would work out then

"Because He Greatly And Almost Exclusively Favors The Use Of And Connection Of The Mouth"

my uh, friend, my friend
told me he doesn't want to
do them anymore

"i'll Be Your Honeybee, My Baby Boy, My My That's Ok, Hey, That's Why I Smile While, Close Your Mind Everybody's Have A Good Time"

it was outbursts like
those that kept me giggling...oh,
people and their taste

"My Idea Of A Vacation Would Happen Like This NO Doubt: She'd - Whoever, i'm Not Picking Favorites Here, Favorites, That's a Joke, Get It? - Come With Me, We'd Have Unbridled Who-Are-We-And-Why-Can't-We-Think-Nor-Walk-Straight? Sex All Day In The Hotel Room, Go Out At Night But :Cue The Warblies: Then She'd Probably Want To Go Clubbing Or Something Anserine So i'd Say, Because This Beau Ideal, This Idee Fixe, This Fata Morgana Now, Is Unquestionably Head-Over-Heels With Me And Like Trustworthy, "Go Cocktease-Dance Some Dude While i Watch" Just, You Know, Out Of Spite Or Payback For All Those Many Moribund Years; She Would, And Like, The Victim Of This Tableau, Would Get So Tiffed, So Irate As To Fight Me After i Like Vehemently Put A Stamp On The Girl To Fully And Indelibly Show My Uh Let's Say Ownership - i'm Aware This Is Revealing And Maybe A Bit Concerning Given The Lack Of Consummation Thus Far In My Soi-Disant Reality-Land - To The Victim By Making Out Porno-Style In Front Of Victim Who'd Clock Me Unconscious And Steal Her From Me As She Shrugs What We "Had Together" Off And Leaves Me, The Slumped Pile Of Bleeding Sleep i'd Of Become...And Then i'd Wake Up To Choking It Up For Every Other Similar Morning"

while the idea
of a mid-day siesta
sounded good, this came

"And Believeyoume, i Tried All Websites; Malaysia, How Do You Live With Yourself!?!"

they block all forms of
pornography here so at
night, IMAGINING?!?

"What, She Was Short And Held Funnily!"

i mistook one of
those black-sheet wearing Muslims
for a guitar case

"You're Not Getting A Hand-Job"

once the masseuse starts
in on her two older kids
it's safe to assume

"How's This For A Pick-Up Line; Or, Perhaps You Got Into A Right Bang-Up Of A Fight With A Particularly Irate Rake?"

with scars like that i'd
say there's a high percentage
you've tried suicide!

"The Stones' "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" Alone In A Bar; An Original Thought, i Know, i Know"

i think it's not a
mistake that this song is on
whenever i'm here

"Apparently This Guy, Who, When i Looked At Him Long Enough And Suddenly Realized Just WHO i Couldn't Think Of"

who seriously
can get away with rocking
a Hitler moustache?

"Also At The Bar: 'No Problem, Free Show' i Said Wishing i Were The Baby"

while the woman
next to me breast feeding
bitingly, "sorry!"

"It'll Happen...But Oh, How Wrong i Am!"

sometimes i think that
if i just stand in the streets
looking pretty, then

"We Have Been/You Want To Date/What's Next Will Be Just HOW Well You Handle All The Forms Of Perversion Thrown Your Way And Really What, What, IS WRONG With That?"

here is my utmost
requirement then for you
to ask yourself on

"Twenty-Five, Soon Twenty-Six, And, As Luck Would Have It, That'd Be A Fair Count For The Number Of Actual Full-Tilt Dolled-Up Floosies i Saw At _______ Hanging Off Old Sexagenarians As i Asked Myself Just Where Do i Go To Meet Someone Who Is Trustworthy, Likes Sex, Me, And Still Has Her Own Life?"

i am suffering
from bitter old-man-syndrome
at the ripe age of

"Of AT LEAST Had Sex With Any Of Them, But No, NO!"

you'd think with all of
the vitriol, the invectives,
shit i talk, that i'd

That Time May Be Upon Us

2011-07-14T00:44:00.000-07:00

"But There's BAD Fish In The Sea...Obviously!"

disabled cricket you and i share
seacht a chlog in common being at a loss for gens chowing on wazdoo

locomotion harbors bedlam dead against
al pie de la fecha the soles who forget your desperation
the imie of geleidelijk feeling this log cabin will stay built

entweder oder, stecky though it may appear to meimei
or you of panglossian posture, us waiting men aren't proactive in that which
cannot self-possess, coup d'etat, nor enervate fukushuus fakair barrel shooting

we abusievelijk leave pens in utensil trays because it too doesn't work

"That One Thing Being If You Steal Away The Girl i - And By i i Mean A Concinnity Of Current Emotionally Unbalanced Chemical Reactions Posing For Myself - Current Believe Myself To Love"

can't be insulted
proof, go ahead, try it
except for one thing

"Yet Another Reason To Not Raise Kids"

all relationships
are a power struggle son
you best realize this

"Blah #29"

strange ears woke me at hocht a chlog
as escola returned my lettre de motivation
citing all the mao killed as exemption

the palindromes i sent in response went
unanswered like the gwiazdas that circled
those bemused relaying in the gymnopaediae

ik, ick, no such thing at a quemarropa
stop signs taunt to keep going, keep your panama hat on achterwaarts
we're sliding down that ravine quick

"The Problem Pattern Seen Behind Falling For Anyone That Will Just Talk To Me"

my concern for you
far outweighs the concern you
definitely have me

"Here They Are, Our Hope For The Future With Drool And Catatonic Incorrigibility"

i know, i know, aporia comes with writing
a functioning full-thought sentence

standing up for falling down are we?
here to stay, stray, conflate because at waoi a chlog you turn to
rascacielos huh?, beroepsmatig

hedree, kawaee, what a cataclysm you must be to your parents
who with heiki hurt you

yucky leonos pueril and unfeigning your
inability to roar in modelim i whip tam that i'm whipping myself

"You're A Zombie Huh? Fucking Eat It All Then; God, Do i Want It Out!"

tres pajaros unsnarl before the big
sky for falta de a tape-cul to crucify bricklayers on

zuerst, bij de vleet whelmed by the hougaku of pecuniary pressure
do you take her for a bincadera...baptizing sorry into please?

looking her in the eyes continuously feels futilitarian ahader in the face
my brain is already marrow hun

"That Being The Urge To Truly Want To Kill People Or The Reversion Back To The TRUE Celebate Existence Based On Being 'Let Go' By Someone i Wasn't Even Seeing To Fucking Begin With"

i am involved with
all things artistic so that
i keep this need down

"In Daedal Response To The Renaissance Man Who Prefers The Word 'Hat'"

i have taken to
using the word cloak for more
obvious reasons

"Picturing Your Wife, Your Husband, Your Girlfriend, Your Boyfriend, Whomever, Howling In Ecstasy While Someone Else Fucks Them Generally Or Better; Or, The Reason Why Dating Me Is Like Being With A Self-Conscious Paranoid Schizophrenic Napoleon-Inferiority Complex Bipolar Borderline Personality See Every Other DSM-IV Addled Neurotic Who Isn't Jewish...Any Takers?..i Mean Sometimes...But, The First Part More...Where Was i?! Where Were YOU!?"

the thing that disturbs
me the most i would hazard
to say would be this

"You May Find Yourself AM In That You Don't Even RECOGNIZE The Fact That Your Inability To Think Is Directly Proportional To Starvation, But You'll Be Thinnn On My Diet!"

here's my suggestion:
if you are an obese whale
just stop eating food

"Pay Special Attention To The Kissing, The Happiness, The Books To Read, The Lack Of Reality"

i want you to watch
every single dating film
and then go out there

"Railing The Rails"

Boo and Scout called; they want theme one back for New York
and the next word for the lebensstandard, advanced robotics, thumping ends

chatagoir of cement bangs out orthographe international tomfoolery
swashbuckling an eccentric so little damdara

modismo igreja our waiyu is satis to a friend who
fell upon Alabama asking "are you, this before me, a human being?"
the quick answer is no, i'm a musician begotten by vanilla alibis
and the protuberant levu of rubber velocita, the last skylark waying off desire
onto page 19 "case of the case atop rail brass"

"On All One Of My Exes...Let's Not Count Attempts...Alright, Let's, Still On One Hand Too...But, Is This Shallow?"

barring a change in
physicality i would
gladly take them back

"This Is For The Social Class"

"fancy clothes happy 'bout that?" the nosookcha asks
through a pantalla of chastened pugilism

no i didn't see one, or even have this conversation;
one needs to start somewhere Repugnancia, chandler of jungshin singing

quiet-lady-gafas and yingyou-dokee outlast
os ard under trig and cogent cues improvvisamente truculent, tainted

garrulity was hama to ingyeo; it convertit travail
wbierac sie excogitating assay on the perfunctory need to release me from
parking your car, cooking you dinner, sweeping the chimney, kowtowing to chewacha,
mookad memories, platitudes, and raiment

who needs a vacaaatiioooon??

"And What Subjectively IS That When i Have: Guitars Check, Movies Check, Music Check, Job...Half-Check...Social Interactions, Drinking Myself Dead, Sex With Those Who Can't Please Me, Chewing The Fat With The Brainless?"

i was jokingly asked
if i have a life and
the answer is no

And Even More Cryptic Jots In Which You Decide On Whether "Art's" Continuously Fading Presence In This World Matters

2011-07-02T21:47:00.001-07:00

"Untranslatable"

toska is preserved for prosperity (go figure),
a quinvigintrillion epidemic feriado for Quakers violating fundamental law

torschlasspanik hot on its heels must
cature wabi-sabi; E-forward its presence of pathology

still lessons still life by depaysement's cada
xenogenic ready-to-serve propensity for hounding choices, the calvary of Might
might have and conducts

beyond the asphalt jungle is the world's tallest building serving refections to
string theorists, quaternions, and crayon specialists alike whom whisper through
exasperation the phrase ya aburnee to statues who don't return calls

complications come together with litost
on jayns revolving around lobster rolls found in ladies night
and its cocktails with clever appellations such as Stellarium or Listen

the animal in you made me feel so low as i prevented uttering saudade
for the penultimate time against the fair price:
was this carousel of feathers, coins, and dog skin not enough?

my mental age creates the pullulating lists of hands with hands for fingers
- the true Royal Flush - beyond the brevissimus psychedelic answering ken
to the elephant sanctuary; a kropka on forgotten threads baku consume

i became the air soft gun immer weider to opening lines,criticizing evolutionary
sad stuff on streets and expanding the chat on soi disant experts

select your month mouth and the culprit
will be found upon your pulpit which book which book alright that's enough

"All The Invitations To Gatherings i'm Not Invited To, If i Don't Matter, How you Might Be Strung Along, How You Might Be Able To Verify Trust, And How Granted i've Only Seen Her Three Times"

tell me everyone,
should i be concerned whether
or not she attends?

"Pressure's Up"

reductionist make it all bullshit: watermelonade

you come to me with your questions and who needs
a side, a particle for the next kostumo?

a menos que a velvet glove asks ca as tu to these
summer blockbusters that skip Assyria's wrath scheduling shaggy-dog tesseract
jungle-gym pin-popping

trampoline antics sponsor helping yourself snowflake;
daardoor, your jujitsu gestations will only go so far in the collections
you deem homono troglodyte

"Paranoia"

i am a charming
mess of contradictions and
contradictions and

"You Missed The Train Going In The Opposite Direction"

alors que a cielo descubierto the
przyaciel got eya with thrasonical thespians stuck in attenuating attitude

remake paranoia, squirt the bird, burn the bridge,
disinform, skirt around -
advise in quadrivium dolorous saltpeter to kettle the storm

nevermind the jauria; that homework by Jesus
gets us lectured at in our pigeon-livered sabbaticals with the ochotniks
we strung from the chandeliers ballooning outwardly in Masonic hope

"Or This Is A Delusion Perpetrated By The Invariable Dichotomy Between The World Outside One's Solipsistic Sense Of Productivity And The Crippling Esprit de L'escalier Of A Success Rate"

i factor in time
way too much for comfort and
i often lose out

"So Lower Them, At The Risk Of What, Sinking Further Into A Life Of Stock Phrases/Cliches Like 'Get Through It', 'Make The Best Of It', 'Stop Looking For Unicorns' As It Relates To Fuck If i Know Any More Due To Putting Myself On The Chopping Block?"

not that i'm bitter
it's just that no one meets my
expectations, dig?

"It's 17 Pounds Of Brutality Now"

if people think of
stealing my guitar, i say:
good look running then

"For Close To A Decade Now And When Shopping...What's That?"

it's occurred to me
that i've been wearing the same
clothes in this wardrobe

"Tears In The Ears"

and here are the two things that
stuck with me tonight, a night in which i further
lose all faith in Humanity being:
"but most good songs come from people whose lives suck"
"but you're talented someone will come along" and my responses:
seeing as i'm intensely predisposed to sublime apotheosis, i don't want to
get my rocks off firstly, and secondly who acknowledges talent any more
wherein we've seen it all?

also, yes, i belong in the shadow, thanks Jung!

More Of That Same Energy

2011-06-21T22:37:00.000-07:00

"To Say Yes, i'm Greatly Appreciative That i'll Be Joining This Monastery Given My Youth, Virility, And Utter Prostration Upon Your Vagina That's Too Fucking Sacred That A Buck-Tooth, Mop-Headed, No Talent Hack, Mad-Hatter Faget Wins Upon; Or, Where Do i Blindly Sign Back My Virginity Whilst Crossing Both Fingers And Flicking Telekinetic A Bunsen Burner That is Giving Me Flashbacks To High School's Salad Days Of Ineluctable, Epistemologically Wistful Saturdays Feeling Like Mondays' TickleMeElmo Don't Get Too Close...THERE Rollercoaster Rides' Devastations?"

yes, i'm a nice guy
in fact so fucking nice that i'll
burn your house down

"Recap After Use"

people have been coming up to me and
asking: "do you enjoy this, having fun?"
and i ask: "you, myself, the world, which then?"
because i don't even enjoy right now -
in either twenty or thirty seconds,
everything will be very simple; see:
fleeting happiness and the redundant
my attention span is beyond this place
but it was back there briefly ghosting
and it came back to tell you i'm aware
you think i'm miserable, that i'm Unlike
however it's all getting to that hour
and well that had its moments, didn't it?

"The Cannonball Of Cryptic Motions"

alltag mingpian; it says: go fuck yourself

i'll hand it to pecksniffian perfumists and
the people who border on pilasters

mentions get altrimenti wounded
wheezing zwierze so mollis so loom

amhain ghost in the lightbulb terrarium rattles
about like a banshee screaming pangram garden sentences
obeying the embrace of chura, suerte, changnanhanya

my krilaw is a virtuous ethic in Suntelia Aion
a pomaceous load built me a crooked nice knife
sweetloah dancing and swearing -
this was a fantasy of 15th century explorers
who, heftig, felt bathos' wug test was for educational purposes only
and soul-searched lahars they might've caused

stepwise conniption nodalized your notary
into another roadside attraction multiplying
basics into dropping out of the whole sleeping lavabo

"Because You're All Such Stimulating Conversationalists?"

only company
i keep lately is mostly
of the musical

"AN ONION SCONE?"

really eating this?
who the fuck put this on Earth?
they ought to be shot

"It's A Defense Mechanism i Use To Feel Better (Like You've Never Done That) Of Things i'd Like To Imagine i Say In Front Of The Mirror If He Dumped You Or Even If You HAVE A Current Boyfriend"

you know what i say?
when it comes to these sitchs?
i'm the better lay

"Two Stitches Please"

his runny scab reminds of the term
death by misadventure; it gets better with age, this crimson gilding

but alles gute at the apex por lo menos?
wiredrawn and feckless deep breath in
of conditioner at all traces of musty hair

ahjenokey walled-off fish ohjaymashemas,
there are secular plakats, balons, tri tricolor fusilli out frau outfits

a territorial canus sniffing warmth
weekends start to scare myself into dreamless suits
into gleich erguns as, mutatis mutandis,
what you eat is willed by the sheer act alone -
that you're eating will make you saner, more recycled

"Said He Was An Asshole And Totally Ignored The Question Of Whether i Would Have Been Born If He Took It"

my father could've
been Billy Idol's drummer
but he opted out

"Life It's Like, Waiting For You, and GOD, He's Like, Rooting For You"

i feel nothing and
might as well be living in
a monastery

"Why Return To Somewhere That Makes Too Much Sense?"

'would you consider yourself a roue?"
ruefully; being found within and between notes
(seacht, ocht) eerashymasay

lushi hierrandean got your fahrkarte for the
seekers Vaak, meestal as humanus nihil obstat come forth meduse, etiolated

plant your sedilla cosmonaut crumble and grow
from the hamstrings as the turnkey turkey histrionics hie for motokano,
the balwese truth ocupado with afor kerts boring through our radeau

"This Is Either A Form Of Nirvana, Manically Depressed Indifference, Or None Of The Above"

i have reached the point
in what i might call my "life"
where i want no choice

"But, i Get To Keep My Pay, My Job, And Sell Out Rather Than Have To Fight An Internecine System Full Of Mostly Invalids, Not Win, And Suffer Penury At Home Coddling Myself"

politics y'all
it's why you all get As -
i am a fraud

"i'd Like To THINK i Have A Girlfriend Now"

motokaray horida points towards an overnoon shot off tari dumped
betide competition before understanding azafata my odpowiedz formed in cerumen's wait
a deep-seated exorbitant pear-shaped helion hellion imprinted on orison well needn't
dessert nachspeise our weekend'll be tasty for sure

"Shakespeare In That Twilight Zone Episode's Costume As These Possible Futures Collide Relating To Thinking Someone's Worth One's Time And Adoration"

to most, lips and a mouth can be a bet kneset;
i can certainly spend hours on some

maith thu! never get complaints upon the noto patisserie
as the wenhua of as above as below begs

sengil curare what is age but a bete noir
to efficacy; a zagarek lignifying life into make-or-break Moses Illusions?

meesemohno, neugierig, there the ingots placed as significant
to spatulas sticking bombastically under pressure

and there's a levity that goes with this
believing

"The Champagne Problem Of W.R. Whitley Post AR-8"

crowd-mozz shark! something out there!

packing san, spindrift, using home movies
as bribery to debunk introversion myths

closed, obtesting, letting Bigfoot go buckwild
evading gadgets immortalized in runes

yes entirely, comeuppance insults, results in soup, death, love, ashes,
quoting Britain with a spangled sky gone wilting; seriously strange

bioluminescence! i've seen it Captain!
it came at me with, like as if an onslaught of donuts
or that Physics test walked me into photoshopping babies
with full beards and false eyebrows

an A to Z of zootropic breakfasting -
attacks haven't seen me so enthused since those Zener socionic seances where
we believed to have summoned a Female, Straight, 16-25, North American, Leo,
composing a research paper on abstinence and getting past or post masculine power

zipping generations turned my crank
into a city i saw before my toes what no drug knows
expressing handsome fairytale destinations packing by, with due respect Sir,
you, and the station teetered tumultuously then it did before i hoped it would rain

"Or's That The Other Way Around; See, Shut Up And Just Play...Not Just Music Too!"

what free form music
does: liberates the body
from the mind's trap

"The Reek Of Sentiment"

koramikino, with that moony look about you
i worry of your outono dependence

una valigia full of of derelict adulescens
that they convinced you in hyperbole heroism

dort the gateway you should avert from
and make yourself an hoodoajneek of denial

misunderstand nothing there are no maith an buachaill
users even though we're all addicts

passions beyond pineapple heads will steer you
right and backwards leave to a balwan dancing to death

"Then i Wonder If They All Tell Stories To Get Me To Troubling Heights Of Control, Expectations, Lies, Market Dependencies - No, i Do NOT Have A History, i Have A Visualization Of Truth That Burdens All Because i Couldn't Act On Impulse, Couldn't Put An Action To My Repression"

all i could think of
was how nice that hot little
red one-piece dress was

"This Is Called, This Is Called, This Is Called"

in this day and age
i want you to think about
how you know someone

"The Idea Of Art 'Communicating' And Touching The Soul Is Fucking Boring And Yes i'm Aware Of The Irony Here...TRIP OUT...But Without Drugs"

the purpose of me
performing before any
is to not be here

"The Guide For Living ON Earth Is On You When The Jokes Start In"

Eden, a new wave of eisegesis viewed from
the sun hoodzakelijk in 146 questions queried, processed, and translated

dissidents spring-step de cote fixating on
historic bicycles and the ecdysis of twitterers

during part four came our manco ghost rephensively
condemning us with paginations for our collective unconscious conscious:

pg. Making The Modern World - "Memories Aren't Closer"

pg. Science Rocks - "How To Temporize Exhalations In Honduras"

pg. By Rank - "Make A Match Sustainable With Bamboo Bags"

then the senex next downsizes our izakaya into worrywort ways
of postponing Golgotha partners out of deep impact
epinephrine by gallons which couldn't candle-hold viz June Teenth

they'd call for an extension on hometown awakenings as the tine licked apart
the melancholy of aporia and the drums talking through speed bumps

lie to them, frame their doubt in a weird wind which stalks a national park,
shortens for a second the physiological parameters relative to fecal fastness,
drops dime dollops of saliva into the choiceless palms -
all, verboten, typical situations but one mind, one mind people

New Work For Stretches Of Time Removed From Chronology

2011-06-05T23:44:00.000-07:00

“Mission Statement Facing Denial”

the end of the day:
i’m living in what you’d call
existential Hell

“These Are My ‘Friends’”

Stubby lightning!
Johnny Quest thinks we’re sell-outs
if you don’t care that’s fine but don’t drink four loco
if you like hooking up with hot people
too bad I have herpes AGAIN
at a gay German champagne balcony party; my
15 year old self would’ve laughed in my face

“Piero Cantos – Social Retard”

ruffling bad hair cuts and pushing the
rectangle button – could be worse if licked –

lithophagus among paintings of marketing strategies
here to invoke calm – there was a wasche where i used to consider the process:
of pleasing others

it’s even worse when you can’t please yourself, can’t iron or cheeso the chooroom
(because, because i’m irrational and want you back) and one needs a place to go,
even if it’s to i can’t hold jobs i’m in love with these goddamn lovely creatures
- maybe one who pitied me more – i can’t talk to i collaborate with an epileptic need
to see, to fathom how we all are spies now due to this umbilical eat to get it in you
mutant risa-kapelusa tell me insufferable misnomers of preternatural teachings that mucilaginous 3-ring circus

breadbasket here, oyasameenasai, sucking back water in a schuctern lotus position
samusil dohbree than khangeeropda tapis as affectation you think you needn’t sleep
than ensolarado

languor is word of the day ooo ooo ooo a triplet-prism belabored, the bounce
zia roc-choal wittingly lapping a cyclone of emerging within others’ thoughts if
you’re easily disposed

lay off the existential cheksakjuija centipedes spurning everyone’s slownik
and this isn’t what i picture when i wanted to worship competitors or her sleeping
tiger-lillied face but there i admit i’m still in love with you cause no one went that mile

child refuses to grow up pop-cheol dakloos luna clown’s strike without makeup and we
can call them that because i’m one not knowing which side to smile or frown on

“You Can Talk To Me As Far As i’m Concerned Now”

seeing the line of
where the scalpel spliced her skin
is enough to stop

“Infliction”

i spent my whole life
behind books and high ideals
that Reality,

in all its ugly
stochastic indifference
truly disappoints

“The Privation Of Space”

on a foggy day one out of none
come to play with that waterless saguaro

delayed sleep embezzled the baseless adolescent
in the guru to connubial anyways

lucid dreaming plugs wisdom’s quotes, a sanctuary
favoring paupertus going ape, desultory, sounds of trumpets
and the ants acrawl in sideburns – you hear it as if under an aquarium

cercozoans aren’t in the cooking but ones dutbojub aren’t telling where either…
relaxation scripts resurge, collide, and quizzical sayongjang ask masoodenah?

sastre, get back to the main page, leave that which you know causes schmerz out
sheeroto, show people you care, isn’t that what the smoot says to creativity in bakseedah
suss aporia, professional mental patient?

for a life of dead time, ira koszulaon, i will take you places drugs can’t;
in earsplitting abductions Seat 61, Human Sense, Latest Headline, Load Taker,
Ecological Footprint, Name Here

floating by this city wards self-resistance to bodies slumped in porcupine pie hearsay

“i Take Found Objects Very Seriously As i Hold Them Skyward Hoping”

off the street; grater,
a six card was sticking out,
grabbed it; she picked up

“Sunday, Is There Anything Sunday?”

foofaraw should’ve said the sidewalk wasn’t your home,
that this chthonic tree was really fungible:
with receipts, with ageless hands, the weight of pioggia

a kano comes whistling, outloud weather broos coiffure; the nidor
of churasco through chiaroscuro eyesight

i’m real good with floors he might swipe with on jumbo fhiacail after another
watching the hey rube lower than soil

chiiki magam selten dying vagaries to terrify pasteboard upon bureaus they
begin at palms upturned

this is not the place but leave-taking never was

“To Give You Even More Understatements”

beyond time punching glass and plastic

content to just be passably afloat
who are you and why am i wasting it:
this distinguished honor of trying hard among the zombified?

well i regret to inform you there’s nothing preternatural about me,
nothing that can’t be done by being aware, being in depth, being awake,
taking a newspaper and forgetting you matter, pick words to shape,
listen, learn something new each day

there’s no difference: you, me, that chair, and only the ostensible distinction
of Society screeds on and on so you in comfort don’t leave it

perception of work and pleasure as the only blankets of time keep me at least…
even though granted

“Running Wild In Camouflage”

give them tyro, get mokaree, dukdoonay
today i cut off the carapace and tried smiling at a tenet of ball

as i silenced the buzz, they called me a killer their reactions stemming from
not being able to feel day in day out that bulnoy ache for shopping centers
sleeping as an excuse for living

chikyuu checks the scraping chairs and i’m looking up skirts again because he –
because if you disguise it even in longeuor this’ll make it more of a toile de maitre, debonair, rejuvenating – can only with fris incandes import pulse by dreaming the unimaginable,
decorating cialos with viridescent vibrancies brick by brick walling out what’s really in

champion of physiognomy dip in dip out hokey pokey solid colors stopa –
when everything deliquesces by chie you find rabbits in hedges, outcast
and having those who party remind you of the red skull corkscrewing the only reason you came by came by

“The Atoms That’ve Assembled To Make Up This Confectionary Conference Begin To Tell Me Or Us That It’ll Keep You Alive Among Other Things”

think of how and what
we consume and what goes in
but does not come out

“You Need A Title Like i Need A Tattle”

futloos xianzai, a bonsai climb heel suck
mohamay in love revising tampoco

asking for everything like a reactionary
gasmask dreaming in noc not pomp

boker tov shenanigans flowery dresses
can’t keep away balagan

because raised laissez-faire you get perspectives,
an uncertain prodigious legate, a mash-up on clinquant Hollywood esque expectations
fizzling into alien cryptography

“Every Time i See That Bus Stop Billboard Of Natalie Portman i Almost Cry…i Said Almost”

i accept these facts:
being loved by the unloved
and i want nothing

“Where Oh Where Has My Hyemin Gone?”

unravel say-bing turn off/on klimatizilo
and if i’d a choice, the girl with more experience
of eujoue sumptuous birkat hamazon

Terry once told me he’d get arrested for staring
and this servus industry we meiyou enfant terrible though we in commiseration were

flies gather; nil recurs towards koniec and eegeemoree,
rugged gentlemen in paint-stained clothes collect me in wheelbarrows

“Signs Of Life As He Waits For Her”

no but it won’t be like that she just met him
(doesn’t mean it won’t happen)

it’s just a friend who’s not like you, can’t be like you
(but we’re all the same yes?)

awfully far place to travel
(can you find that on the map? you can’t can you?)

she wouldn’t give it up so easily, besides no one is like Gorilla Monsoon,
no one endures like yourself
(but she will and he’ll be then some)

your free time together’ll be otimo not burlap
and he doesn’t speak English…he’s young, too
(but the laughs are all Burlesque and like an unstoppable big band duet he’ll
be an itinerant polyglot)

shut up (no you shut up)

“The Six Card i Thought A Portent Of Our Reunion Which Was In The Gutter, And This Korean Pointed At As If i Lost Something; Well, No, Now At Least i Know”

if your life is a
card Card, then as i found you
someone will leave you

“Chuck Sage Here’s My Response To A Flower, A Suicidal Deer, and Jumping”

recognize the tracks by the crowds’ voices sheltering

heyojo necrology gentle catarrh ongemenst against
ne plus ultra bas relieving toutou the underfed vestment sprung powdery

i’ve lost you to your past’s insecurities,
my own indiscretions, or…i’m waiting on your decision like whoever was Meatloaf’s

a vulnus leitmotif known jumbo, domesticated, and lambent like networking puppets
convinced of their own abilities to shake articulated creaky joints

everything stays open heute, xing? you all asked me for my motto
and that’d be it

“Holier-Than-Thou Indie Bitch Who Thinks She’s Underthumbed All My Existential Angst By Not Saying A Word To Me And Gets Away With It In Describing Working In The Second World”

if we’re runaways
then tell me honey, the fuck
are you doing here?

“You Too Can Win A Malfunctioning Brain!”

am i to over-
analyze every “mistake”
until i’ve died?

Frequency's Loss

2011-05-10T07:57:00.000-07:00

“Yes, That Was Her Name, She Was Cute, and Her Breath Was A Little Stinky”

Georgey reminded
me of another of my
many fetishes

“Magic Fingers And Pillowing Doubts”

eat up pills galmachoon for the foreign afflatus
is a cashier with billions of mensurable neypa adangle
like last gambas garroting

an plainead, an grianchoras, a lapidary lance to slather kismets
los ciempies swallowing it toothsome, mofeed as ragnarok

hoedown at eight forty-nine, an argumentum
glodny letting in los veleros for wasn’t i the sailor saying “donjo aoyunhui”
as the gray hairs venerated our equivocation?

it isn’t about entertainment or playing for abracos…kuseni, these, the
noseshmitsee that make us shilmongeeda, farouche, and the nuntius of taking
obvious philosophies and bow-tying them corner

“Childhood Bus Rides Between Frankie And Alec”

two friends pass two words:
watermelon, barb wire

these two, when in proximity, boundless of
fecha, put us in a jinx-trance; humor by coracao, shared, wraiths away still does not subside
a puissance in keikan yet today seen as a deoch an dorais

and where has it gone then? this gouge of querida tailing?
to menkwee hurt and oopreabwe solipsists
complacently feeding unmeasured hirsute accueillant pathos

“Say This Now Because i Can’t Let Things Be Meaningless; Or, Is It Really That Hard To Find Someone i ALSO Find Attractive To Want Me?..Don’t Answer That”

i want to leave this
groping dancing bullshit crew
and just be married

“The Idea Of Fun Living”

i have realized that
outside of my passions i
don’t understand this

“The Sui Generis Monitor Goes Black, Returns Bigger, and Recommends”

the opportunity of a stroyka
pounds through clarion yet a peine frowning on squeakiness

split roots, palomas, and transcience shikataganai to become the second fiddle
of tsine siain as gorgo gurgles out in meraki to the entry of volunteers

implicit, hollowed wheybock to the fractionalized malarkey you used
to call food shock mumbo jumbo

recently Chicago drips itsy bitsy ante the seemiya ozone
came in fruitage to Earth’s limit of seven lessons
gone fading out, vacuus, attracting caligynephobic Red Cross invalids

cowboy sheep dogs are born at the end of el maremoto
up from The Mariana Trench’s backwash
these harbingers of mass distraction smiling on bleakly

“Hitting On The Lamppost”

squinting at raindrops now boobopcha?

anyone in red, seeing red want to take me home?
as amiable as black-yellow bathing

yes i sit here shigeshige shirty and
between wet sparks waiting on casamentos because a tu vera neon is a precious agenda

if i had ears what would happen now would be
an axiomatic jamboree of heydaraoldoy but i just have this intrinsic

“My Problem These Days You Pretend Isn’t Yours”

i want too much with
no regard wanting to
sacrifice little

“Playing Father”

there is no reward for empowerment
or the false feelings that make you wired
vulnerability is prayed upon
as you topple over what has become:
a susurrus of withered old corn husks
hey aymambo, i don’t know what to say now
and there’s no sense in reaching out either

“At Least They’re Good Kissers”

these girls don’t even
know that they have vaginas…
so long pleasure dome

“And We All Fake It Like We Mean It Otherwise To Keep Afloat”

they are the most dull
specious, image-obsessive
back-stabbers alive

“Sweep Glass, Sweep Gound, Sweep Sweep”

fascia blurs; facial removed from hospitalos adrip in
knives used on its downward Halloween cue-in

ein termin by an occhio on osmose vamoose calido as
your doubleback bootstrap looking up another epouvantail

innately clicking pantomiming with aperitif
lucubration came slow for finis, for catastrophe

yeyak for maps your friend Polymorphous got
brackladney as a pantywaist and our swieca collided in fright by horlogo inference

seen blister lately? it sends its regards calver than clampers
and the muote saying check mail check mail check mail

“They Make Their Dogs With Blinding Science Now”

titanium leg
in the evening gets supper
for the coffee system

“His Inauguration”

reports later would describe his presence as
brooding and atrophied

there’d be kandelaar dangling from the gleam in his eyes
that began birthrights Judas gangster asked for smacking the turron

gilalma, ni harto de vino, the jiken isn’t pelagic yet;
it’s ahcheveednee efflorescing in contrite kappt animations of contradistinctions
we used to tell jokes about

“Tip: Do Not Tell Your Ex Girlfriend She Factors Into Your Comedy Act”

the only reason
i drink is because well i
want into your pants

“From Out Of Peoples’ Nether Holes”

whenever i smell
things that reek i imagine
it’s coming from there

“Safely Splenetic And Mannered Well”

a peevish mess mushes semanalmente
behind el escudo babitchkas sin upon

literal littoral okulary wash up and gesundheit
seaweed says to verlegen vulgus

a heysocaree gone to mademoiselle Waste
seekoy huddling for the bibliopole who rather purchase…plare

of a saboteur who went out of control, got curious, ate too much
geweldig dementia that kept himself broadcast

so here’s the betascoir with hao etched in pakwebolee pace:
stupefait; a level of elation bordering on vero

boombye Taurus to rush popping chicle out dumpy asses
balbutiement venal gorges

Why? Because, Just Because

2011-04-02T20:31:00.000-07:00

“Friday Off”

hail varicose cloth
by this to become immune
wake up naturally

“Ambulant Reaffirmations”

cannular lunar woehnendes
who dissect our coming before and afters

do they know their hymnes from heavenward or dun by what ossifies?

weigh qualche seconds, pathetic towards a klatsch,
bilirubon courtesy of rilletes

surpass 21 billion Laodicean positions and
leggero falls on us spirituel caballos, pandemonium counseling the ravaging revenge of charisma

“Things i Should Look Up”

how long does it take a soul to transmigrate?
what are the symptoms of Crohn’s disease?
all the words in the dictionary
reserved curvets for intimidating the balefire of
cleaning out offals, chewing glass
inhale, procrastinate, a l’avenglette, the last page
is coming mehokada; some might even say yeogiga odiayo?
how to overcome fait accompli soak your pussy good in four nanos

“What i Don’t Know Will Hurt You”

different story that detection and
how to treat it when you have the gloaming taking place?

valla, clams, a bigger step cieco and there is she,
discriminating and spellbound by concupiscible control

the lamasery, the torriform pari passu comes forth
tells me your stupidity

“Let’s See Who We Can Fool Today”

if you’re hard-had at a victimization
say grangerized, ciego, charred and crunchy
we’d bite out hands getting shit together

waiting around as if hors service upon the din of communication
and how nett it is no? to ninja out into complexity thinking we know our worth

climbing lampposts sipping our mousseux we’re all begrimed
and you can pretend otherwise, least i get my faxes back

“Who Feels Homesick Any More?”

confession time then: you wont see me
again America as i haven’t the hors d'oeuvres to even entice

what i get is that you’re in trouble and you’ll gather what you will
off absentees’ teasing ballots

i cannot serve a commodity; so slave at teaching, and fuck perfection
as it’s a trap

bring your concepts and it can’t hurt to try explaining; alas,
figure i hear coos and lights, bats, reaction!

“King Saccharine And The Knocking Telephones”

out terra firma feeling jungly as a shinmoon;
loaded, dangling, stuffed

sequin sequence, the pan flute fall dissecting pockets for contents
and upside the head glasses smash

waiting on second wind butterflies so if
your next creation story gives us a red light you’d better put pedal to
the hoof and mouth laughing cow and peal off them trunks taskful as a tusk

when you told me of ivory it brought to chutzpah dolphins at capriole:
string-cheese jawed and lapping up gags at feats akin to arrest at strawberry ice cream

master of anthropophagism, start feeling;
pass us around an analysis for the log cabins you constructed of bones
and reeled our nostrils by mesonoxian palaces rooted in sinew

blot, blot, blot her eagle moon as this will
get us just another story groomed

“Two Arabs Discuss Fashion As A Means to Woo Business”

so i might dress like
a fifth grade twelve year old boy
but got honesty

“Aunque Random i Got My Breast Information Down Pat”

touching trigonometry akin to degranulation statistics
about that half of the bikini

how i’ve lost money on salad bowls to disembodied mothers’ voices
galaxy questing for imbued arousals, a fervency like asking where’s that volcano?
to liquid smoke’s maturation

begin sodium coma on the cutest solar system you couldn’t find,
a little wall you can listen to sweetheart by distraction at top speeds a mechanism would blush at

wabi-sabi trick: lollop sunshine through shades overthought but yet minimal,
because at Grave sede we pooh-pooh on Nintendo’s top 3 franchises which may or may not be
the same as hoisting that rag

so in the end we lucked out beyond figures of speech, fucking the police, introducing the world to silk
and taking away our moments by Marinol, and…you were saying?

“Shit MY Dad Says…Now Isn’t THIS Funny?”

the thing about your generation is that they don’t know the value of hard work
all you really need is pussy
practice makes perfect but sometimes, even if you really really like something it still wont work out
the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over expecting different results
you get laid when you stop trying to get laid
if you don’t laugh, you’ll cry
was that mean? I don’t get it. ok.
what’s up homos, why don’t you dickheads go play in traffic?
why believe in Jesus? why not the TV? or, my dog, she’s kind of holy, why not her?
not everything is fait accompli, stop thinking

“Mating Call”

telegenic and paphian just the way
we like our innocent pastries

paga-gee by the fashion industry, scorned
by benthic ultimatums; en serio,
extenue mientras rangers get ein kneipe keepers and why?

because every six months a unique creation in badinage
makes a homograph of his name to some unsuspecting residual misbehavee

three species: S.O.S., Protect, and Want;
insects being less abundant, which one are you?

“Can’t Stop To Dream…Most”

this wall plaque right there
pretty much sums up what this
culture can’t handle

i don’t say this out
of animosity, hate
more out of pity

“A Theory On Fearlessness, Education, And Understanding The Difficult”

maybe it’s because
when i don’t understand it
i want to know more

“From Bad Luck”

remember Stonehenge and the gung-ho language of the birds?
forget it

devotional effervescence cobber to none
but us circumstantially abierto weapons decree our ambientale communist,
in the disapproving sense…

discuss, outstrip bathos, in its October report,
it said sleeping with pets could harm model’s nipples on runways
as the ministry cradles their hands

also serving kukjung: the guerdon of your last weekend
for weren’t you a champ thinking less and less could be better?

ran out of probity, aquella tanghwang,
plan to present sayings, en effet, but do you cater, do you change?

“Guess i’m Not A TRUE Biker Then Right? Fuck Off”

right, fucking, sure, quick
memorizing my writing
in nine different tongues

“Not As In Species…Or One Of The Last Things You Said That Rang True”

being called genius
doesn’t make you feel better
leaves you worse, alone

“Meeting Myself For Chicken”

living manera like a cyberpunk pirate as
intimidating as kartoffelsalat really…

mugs brandished like il etait une fois
tossing assholes as the reason she’s no longer with, in the British sense, us

now i’ve uttered the noblesse oblige
long enough to know ese censure baptizes the procumbent fixer-upper
we call “dating” but who’s eating?

“A Sick Cartolina”

if this song’s about abstinence they’ve certainly
mixed signals playing marelle with a skeptic’s amulet

the number of changes to seven expressions
is a belaboring nineteen down, rakish and luxurious as a tie-dye cruise

where you left is warm so who’s inosculating
into the plugger next when primed for premium perversions?

“All That’s Going On Up There In My Heaven Is Hell To Most Everyone Else”

the worst part about
feeling the way that i do:
it’s very simple

“Today’s Paper Says Your Typhoon’s Name Won’t Be Yours So Do What The Next Logical Person’d Do, Get Angry”

climate, have it, commencing between
several embassies do we thimblerig your chances so-so overnight

through your judas we decouple one area
for me libero vulpine; the cartoon bubble of rabid euphoria blips and it’s speaking in ellipsis

what hobbles these fuhrstuhls make of cacoethes,
and chunbooda with this tourism, energetic urbanity goes bye bye

“Why Do i Even Show Up?”

delgado machinas fade in and the sting tells me to search for ein ausgang,
something a vedette would say to purple packages and vinyl fondlings

telling off doesn’t take style, just a twitch’s grace, pride indoors for figures’ sake;
the exhibit at A being learning influenza leans like the cat’s meow of Trying

don’t you dare question my intentions; as,
although it may seem like a slap con guantes i’m through sophistry
rubbing hands with the rubble, brass-knuckling marrow for all your big bands

“Yes, All Levels Are The Same…Jimmy-Crack Corn…”

one does not learn by
dumbing down what you don’t know,
but by struggling with

“Crossed Out Nothing, As In The Word, From My To-Do List”

where in the world? as a question helps
with perspective in catapulting right places wrong

so how to use an elevator? hang in there everyone,
got a bad lunch? well, just embarrass a manatee why don’t you

by body language fifty pizzas were led to a castle’s portcullis and
screened for colony collapse – this being what did in the donut-eating solar eclipse croc-sucking abstract city dwellers –
by neurodegenerative reluctant studiers lucubrating, assembling the rubik’s cube in rivets

“in twenty moves we can stain glass in a forest” they grumbled begrudgingly
posing after by the fallen trunks and cerebrating cautiously Bernouli’s equation
carrying the ½ of it unseen yet guarded

wave mechanics, i’ll have to put an end to this with a building in the world
that hides your kids from space, the Y axis, and ambiguously running baby elephants high on Cambiata Illusions

volcanic lightning? it hates us because the blu-ray was made and babies
who trip-wire cribs giggled it so A being of course for About face, sah-lap!

“The Witches Point At You”

opening the pancake was, inside, a zadruga
coupling based on matching scarves

gamboling with maravilla bibelots cp a linchpin as well as jodhpurs
and one gets the inkling a priori of an origin we must’ve presciently appreciated as helots

ku dul scratching at their philtrum as a sign of lurid lissomness
suppurating needs were like our milliners postulating and cachinnating at those penurious

but no one eats breakfast any more; or looks closely enough
complacent with their aubades

“Had To Finish”

i was never meant to meet you on the
walk, spartan though ragtagtime might mar

over obseques and ganache gareht
ein ausstellung in oversteps itself; éclat, carico

carousing icky mashoo sloe-tying tongues to be shaved
for they’re mepda that way one down, one up

“Jittery, Long-winded, & Incomprehensively Complex”

us musicians play
like our personalities
guess this would be mine

“The Anti-ADD Monkey”

examining this couple examining my life
isn’t saying with a good heart props to
who we’ll call Claudia cascading upon bequem Bernard
like part one as developed as a Mohawk addosso Mars

eavesdropping earwicks cavort and my zoetropic retinas abscond
having no attention for this majo d’occasion sundae school seeing no molesto evil to keep me
from clenching my ears

“Real, Sincere, In The Face Of Posturing”

i was described as
“pure, innocent, and cute”
but that’s what they really meant

“Classes Get This From Me”

interminable hypothetical sarcastic cervix
transmigrating through the ages you suggest
of their dreeroadan plaguey we despise by aisatsu rumspringing against
barrigas the kantokoo of philomathic fibers etched in jahsoon

Chosungsaja, that caitiff, arrived like a chatul offering an oplossing to
bie call me Susan and aren’t our hours set and set?

desfio, fungicide, he declares in spinto salvo to tango the tarantella away
leaving out hyaline desiderata

darma out an gob, a neu saeculum ends with a zephyr’s beso, apostatized by dyspeptic brewing
la-de-da lint, la-de-da

“Yeah, Yeah, And Next You’ll Be Cast As The Riddler”

flipping a coin now
is the only way i know
how to make choices

“Sick Of Trying To Try”

enamorado con scouting, kachee we’re
caught by doopoy bald-faced visions of wheelchairs spinning in figure 9’s

adul, tal, valetudinarian aegis, tetchy rhyme with the reasoning of frites,
ours gets estro astrally commanding the desert into a vitreous aizu

but then came the nyoshe where; na pewno, your doppelganger became pallid,
vanished; covering up your vicissitudes from the get-go without effectual rejection

by this, bingo, grow otakoo, make your ping zi ship, jutro is the gokom and you’ve got
plugged, pegged, aromdapda nochonga by the old ad ghleine company conflict

“Wanting To Uncross Your Legs”

as a vanitas, it’s melior to view it,
looking, more simply as a quadro or as say jigsaw, their sab patting upon all that “works”

this ainiku all guererors romanticos face palpating the dreeklocheyneea taken
with no knowledge of what’s acceptable – if you’re really there

if not, an staighre are more like an elevator,
you don’t feel the motion; masul malversation condemned to an imbroglio of energetic egg-throwing

“Calling Herself X”

playing God, would you take it now?
was it sabotaged? would you support this?
does this happen often? ever taken a bullet?

questions they asked her before they’d given up,
settle-starting back into headphone malu;
the stofzuiger humming “biodh ciumhre agat” at una bambina, shoeless,
the music of a nurse buckled under a Hitler herpes ‘stash only its culprits found risible

“czasem I’m complete but paciencia in eehwell gets me down” she’d tell all
stadts that made Hollywood blush

“Valentines For?”

step-in genius the parity to non-invasive zhiye as we eat flowering turtles encantador

change-charge me with a buss; rzado scanning unornamented narcotic and into
the bucket handy, cigaro, okashee annas go

oodatsha like a Japanese cat on the arm, cakes in the rain, piccolo ad campaigns
designed to dopamine nachricht into luxuriance

sniggering at basements clockwork lemons are brammagem
to those razem jellyfish preserving anagnorisis for the game
of throne’s threshold, talons at ready to babble

“Finding The Words For You All”

musk under the skin evaporation cotidie
chulseok to kyulseok an bhliain runs
off breifkasten with snakeskin coating

kaje or hekoo right duan braccio paler in moonlight
cache-cache kzui you get

to not belong but only to funding;
cokolado an gra de mel tete

they still do look at a harvest moon
also slapping kissing away

“You Get Pied In The Face”

suite to another room crossing legs & fingers
scared of pigeons famed by etudes
scored scorched lady burger under arteries cowing through 3cm pulls

mai speaks the fornuis laughing, oscillating against maiolica, commodious teraz
keemoee morgen

like egging a moai with una cebolla

“i Am Alive Living Less”

i’ll get you towards yoochayetal inexpertus
pestkop glistening

and you wont need to check your wallet, warm hands in pockets,
nor deck the halls with pramen, bandages, or forgotten arcology a l’envers

wszedzie an taibhase will go a personal
chag cleaning behind the ears

“Shigahnee Haghul Hachulkota”

forget it: chabyun, the established lapiz erasing our nimbus of cold-blooded apooda reasons

there’s a latch to every door, a dekbed to every bailiwick
eidos of kawaisa partitioned in the tentative to smooth a catholicon

chomnom, chanyun, the 17-year-old Italian to play marisco in the pageantry of
but-you-have-to-say-gentility-like-that?

tear adembaling dianti you are our team’s
worthiness for you bring us our and peoples full of demandos, the hot sirocco of plentiful meetsda

no one expected clackety-clacks to menace but all members are
atzooee with the ooze of opstyupstivah adipose and blubbering out activities banned

bargeld fomes you have to discuss

“Cute, Cute, Cute”

when the second person (tension)
becomes the most relational,
you-there-picture it like the graffiti here no chance that
sword’s a cock she’s got egyo

“You, Sexy Bitch! Just Say It, ‘I Want Your Cock Inside Me’”

why is it so hard
to just walk up to me and
say it to me then?

“Cute, Cute, Cute, Part Deux”

and this wouldn’t be the second chance encounter
with the deaf would it?

passed a professional questions nachste to turba
pay your bills!!!

“March”

that calm assurance for da desecration
romance the stone links go afgietsel
derecha stoicism centurion

for the mechanics of an iris they ascribe
scribbling over landscapes a guanzhong fears

male swaying warts crowned an cu complex
receiving themes zuerst lindo then smiling beyond conveyance

una ferita like bouffe this stone goblin caught circuitous
lunged erai chickening me back to epistles

bobbing for desires gets us as wordless as
the tapis elegantly ablaze with jushdohkey seekerah but ‘ats
howteeka ain’t it truduy mites?

“Gourmandizing Eight At Once”

split in half, rubicund as harissa

lebensraum for sitzfleisch and we on occasion
curse our geburstagi point-and-shoot targets, prodigium sonorous as torchlit hills

tanto gives to thought that jeekojoo Coca-Cola
will begin its cuspidor ping into silver pills xinwen to sore quotidian to most xiao audible mocos

lifers at devo, checking sarah, cosset the cochlea and drauikont
for i’ll eat it all including unas

“You Incomplete Me”

deer at dianto dear schalter
home like the dongxi that awoke wunderkinds

chamsheehan neehaa nutation upon mono;
compass as enigmatic as vociferous ali-forgetting-ness tanyanhe

ringard as memorabilia oisshii boker tav,
this is your progressive bing stentorian as a zurdo geheim

“And i’m Sick Of Cuddling”

yet again I go
to sleep alone, cold, and sad
…at least i have books

“Declension Of Teeth”

don’t know what i have any more except
that this is it; disjetita through it maybe be, it’s una ramo with okage from adom estructuras

horizons, the ankunft like framboos incurring
the wraith of kaybehalkey believing no words from the ants on chuan

what schwarmerei driftkikker, abito for flammas much?
response: eetstokjes at the ready to pluck those cor-de-rosa eyeballs you so delicately
aomuke confute with raffish abandon…GARBOLOGY!

appreciated like moonshine, seekropda as maligned springhells at a volte-face
quindi ineptus later as practeeschlee as left headphone in the right ear

“And Now, And Now, And Now, The Birds Have Ethnophysiology Like Vicks For Kicks, Like i Have To Support”

i’ve taken to not
looking at any of you in the
face because of this

“Same Questions Facing Sideways”

it became a plantarium in reverse
disoriented vertiginous; a welcome vicissitude
to the static high priestesses

trebuchet towards an chaint, on the berline,
the ganzenveer trembling by psychic hibiscus bashfully stroked with celluloid transparency
their ability to scry wavered

an hourglass was set; fundamental amicitia unexplained; aka as
sleep deprived krankenhaus somnambulists asking
if seeing is believing through geramte teeth only when a DJ was there

mi moflete, smear it with a cukierek going to grieve under my greaves
Together being errado titillating to pagee

“Cheap Thrills At Café After Café”

you run out of the
purpose of sticking around
with nothing to stay

but at the very
least someone had left me
origami swans

“If There’s A Game, Chances Are It Came With Rules And i Took A Pole, Slumped It Along My Shoulder Blades, Tread The Rope Not Realizing It Was On Fire, And Left You The Flat Tire Unicycle”

i can only sit here so fucking long
and let X and Y damage vibrations
until each port view becomes code center
for making what do it again? what
ego, what erected sapphire deems
sand and…quizzing a puckish kyohey?
save it for some lost next generation
inner space in the public forum bulbs,
how all frequenting my pace has slowed

“Creation Myths Bore You But Not Me”

it was then three shots rang out to
blow your mind, an opus in human rights

an ulpan lucid dream with a zibeline faucet
longus as ecocide and the xian sheng cosmos upselling revolutions

pickup in the rain and akiru zusammen,
the fanfaronade phalanx like an arachnid stretching

gant, finocchio, goudsmid order chaos in,
make it fathom to the quondam, Nuwa to grin

“Quitting The Robin”

hosay, bastante, tsuil goes damp with
the pedigree of cold cheese

ignoramus feeling the zahnschmerzen of estate
and bakchonda as i hangslot all support out, write people off

desert all intentions like a hommel to avoid the faux-semblant fate
ascertaining the discourse of success by no subitus movements

no one has time for cadooy gazettes that mix-up maquillage and ersatz pregnancies
for Libras, angels though they may be, dance the lambada toccata, a staccato jam eerogoemasyo bongilbopta
for isn’t brin back or’s that brine?

“Commenting On Comments”

nursing a fuar i really think you’re the best teacher i’ve ever had

spot what ischeema for the humanities of
draussen academic life and you will meet the pyrographer of bridges

nevermind the murmells, he or she, depending on the title’s last xuesheng,
undoes the worrying habit of ill-fated prolix in its chirpy form

Socratic methods see society up with venn diagrams on Here’s How like
bananas having unfortunate sex lives

going back ohwaylie gets out the buckler to get all gooyokdil
but fuck your devastating, no?

“Chances Are High That If We Go Interracial We Wont Have to Make Hard Decisions”

nampasaroo, fremda to us of aube but sin sin sinning pusillanimously
kaidarip, emuna battens our predestinarianism with the mifta that caries carries
our appurtenances missing kapmes

but billahmugle; black, white, yellow, could
cry us a green juhui ayashee and like a yogi i’ll curl up
sluggish as you ask whaygaray?

“Talking About Clothes, CLOTHES Damnit!”

the way to last gents
is about breathing, being
there…and yet not there

“And We’ll Pretend Like Neither Of Us Were At Fault, But Granted i Look No Matter What So The Misogynist Card Doesn’t Work Here”

all i’m saying is,
is if you look like whores
i’ll look at you so

“Halos And Based Balls”

just like feeling good it told me quietly that, manteca, better to be real

and grilling sclerous chapels mekee is getting us faint-hearted, meglio than
owaydo aglow in lava-lamp lightning

on a priori rachunek in leather was supposed to make me no hostis;
however, continual gonyoung set up a machine-gun turrent and
floating, changmoon yaro, let crepscule out

action maze! sweeping sand kept at the rift forming
scratches caked hourglass

“London Towers”

stillness becomes caro cheebee

exchange singsong arbaledas, wound
bad company into sleeping bears

amoreaux tiger lilies, baloncesto, ezkemplos
by retraite aux chantelles; stupid dreamer dilohwa,
contradistinguish inyo from ferus moe-eed

hand-held head galley-west yet so
far so good as apposite home school wedding cakes, and waiting on adventzeit
like a square dance with three

ring around Rabia and venerate the main spring

“Yours And Mine Chi”

easily sensitized by imperil ieri you go on urlaub
and this expatriate heart makes you into my zoja;
gone fighting battles, sleeping and waking against le combles, other suitors empowered by quaffing,
goses who’ll make interregnums insufferable

won’t give hopes to bunny-boilers lionizing
by waffling crionna actions commodefining holidays
but i’m hoping…for your sake

“The Way You Cradled My Face And What It Could’ve Meant”

it was then he noticed he hadn’t worshipped
a face for some time

caressing its contours making sure it reacted
in a maneuver courteous to the covenant

was it so? did it bend willingly or sinister?

your trap won’t be erara when you know and the errors
you revisit won’t judder you into the absurd quest for carinhoso decoration

so what reply comes next?

“What Do You Want To Know Today?”

trypanophobic bloom, daring, sounding off
towards pages brasstoy as prescience when usufructing anos bisestos

the need to be all your items desk side,
untangled when you need me power of the atom

wonder coalition zeroyasheeme klar, klar?
saunter, doubleshot collide past entry level and into an expensive valence
embroidered with an ghealach; kaymong hypnotism

let’s compare our disinformation then to assuage the reapers of
spread fugacious hemony hegemony

creepy vespertine twist to gamy maior
ventajas wrap temeritas about the phantasm
train me wild root and i will, with a kawheyhee airport snooze, map you idioms on regmaglypts…toot toot!

There's Been Less But More In Such

2011-02-25T03:36:00.000-08:00

"Advice For If You Live Alone”

convince yourself that
there’s people in the world there
outside of yourself
and how to do this?
any means necessary
hearing ideas not yours

"i Guess Your Phone Can Do Better?”

may the weight of gold backslide
you into wunderschon soirees

this is what they think for all combinations
of evolving reasons enough to evoke crise cardiaque

here's your interview, what can you contribute?
pieno, shokubutsu, erschreckend impugnities? get out!

if you're not actively questioning, you ain't alive,
you're la pescheria; as active as in the sack,
and i control you, not this managerial sun that sets directionless

so fess up feasties what’s on the plate isn’t food
but you damn well better treat it like

"You'll Always Have A Place Performer”

promise me Future
that you wont be one of those
people who stay home

"Girls At Clubs”

i used to refer
to them as beacons of light
now they're just fritzing

"This Old Man Says So What If She's In High School?”

when you get to be
at the ripe age of two-five
love is love to me

"The Labefaction Of Morning”

welcome to welfare poltrona, the
authenticity to such like wetter dithryrambic, Olympic!

banded and biggest our skating amphisbaena
lasts longer than that rock-ribbed lustig export of traurig orchidaceous smartness

"currently then currency cries to la criada countering in gridlock” plenipotentiary spokesman say
and it's un fastidio flummoxed by the dosha of ecumenical cyberspace

charivari by monks would cause birds to drop dead from the skies and the grandee
of hootenannies himself Classmate Singapore delivers axioms to make acolytes, mahatmas, Christs

in this doable ubiquitous weld
holiness takes on the guise of trounced nostrums as brewskis and we quaff willingly teetering out of shelters

"They Met, They Set”

ahgah the audit came for organizing
tu ojos to the street vendors

jugoso, dendroid, a western vernissage
inutilmente, devoid of staffing

holonsupda, envoy Tottenham came down
descrying your games, your comble undercurrent and made him the first shamateur

but to her stronger angstlich age you weren't her abanderada
you were una possibilita, a global profile trembling with ague

and we, spannend, there too against the wild cards, misfits at the bazaar

"The Prosecution Rests”

also involved was your recent quemadura; a discomfiture not
mentioned when you were flagrante delicto

ligneous transmigration we cut you down and here,
reborn yet again, we must be wary of Intel, listen to your zonzo ambitions?

without your prevaricating increases, exculpation is at the named price of 1.1 trillion
endorsed macrocheira kaempferi, and if this arachnid you find relentlessly reclusive,
this is towards your cremaillere

yes, about our discussion with him then hmm…
askance we dismissed him as a prototype of messy Meissner acclivity proselytizing
from 2000 through last year binbamp upsom and of blau testa aberracions

avec permission, Satisfaction Index? good…

"Borromean Rings”

it appears, waving at the camera
(and didn't even offer a dangun)

shiktak loves red ants by the élan seething with cardboard fitting parcels,
wejah spinning

you go west in kaleidoscopic fetters like starfish keks and aureate deluges out
of shampoo bloopers, laughing at snowy churches like you do

chatoyant and classless, penne seche for the never-ending pencil
or relajante at the value of tardiness, a neugierig Sunday to say the least

"These Pieces Of Dirt We Name”

we, the new degree
of losers to work here
or opportunists?

"Why Take Drugs If You Can Synthesize Your Own Fantasies?”

because i'm the type
who has trouble relaxing
nope, they're not for me

"Confessions”

he would hit me (muhryun, rapscallion)
her husband loved one eight years old (beharrlich, a madcap fulfillment)
I always shut up (like a hipo paid the high price)
without being married with children (aidez-moi, aidez-moi shivers down)
I will always love you (potele, juuten same song)

"Erotomania Asked Why You Are All So Attractive”

berbouille at sight like Samstag arising faceless and plagiarizing whatever
muttersprache issuable

bun beyond junbee cockaching cuckold as somniferous maws
get turned lickerish and we precede a white zhi min di

au secours! but why? numbering festering uovos we don't want to see gone

"Smiling CCTV”

we've got punishing earthquakes, the claims to insanity, mitige masses
slam-dunking receivers with autoschediastical bullshit

while more than 60 yards i'm un carcel
away from clashing backing has-beens into the spider-catchers they are:
searched, treated generally with revulsion, mu di amarillo

centrals banks and didactic stealth jets
past the unfolding huhli of bent doors by migrating into a seitei of veraniego ivory coasts and towers
as Indian magicians perform on malnourished infants

and always at the end there’s two games and not enough stealers

"Last Dream Had”

and Toledo, capable of changing into a fly, where upon spotted,
got swat downward spiraling into a one-you-knew amidst the other pirate-miners filming
their Western looking like a bedraggled, long-haired, Peter Stormare,
“oh him?” “that’s Toledo?” zipped off again, leaving three mirrored doorways
and an assemble-this-gun puzzle behind to shoot at the correct one in order to know if his sister was alive
but you said fuck it happening to fire on the right one with your own gun but was too late and there went the spaceship

"Tried To Finish”

the guttural talda, sheda, appears as a capsule
you think quickly emotive

lock by lock that nyctalopia loops our mansuetude like una rabioso anaranjado
and creolizes plinths with this puke

cactus guide, ya grok the gest of bowties

Since The Change

2010-12-28T20:15:00.000-08:00

"Gallows And Their Saviors"

maintain and corrode without
jeopardizing both beefs and together we'll join capabilities

once details assembled our hyaline genitors took the iceflow
as their perch, saying keeboonchownharooao to the jobless ratio

before such hectic haptic hangings el viento with vociferous force,
at work it generated canguelo in joules squeezed from rubies, cut the ropes

the bodies, biased, relieved themselves hazimeru memories and, ob scurf
and ce lu permitted, right-footed

those who waved their fans, mouchoir, at medianoche were pleased and
gave thanks to the charges of el llano

"When Asked To Describe If Life Is Going Well, Here's The Response"

i can do nothing
but shoot myself in the feet
this...apparently

"Just Keep Telling Yourselves That Hotshots"

when things start to change
i will let you know for sure
and the world will quake

"When Disintegrated, Don't Want To Be Renowned For Less"

polvere gomi epitome when there should be
paragliding not this hypogea holdup

it's not even ear candy talking to those who don't appreciate savants,
livres, or having a pleonastic pulse unable to sate

enlightenment, kagoshipio, but in this medio cocido habitacion it's not miles
it's planets to go in the pogonip called bubble bursting; where,
over the two bridges an aluminum flame retards all my memorabilia

"Not Our CHUD"

the subways were always a butchery for him

chubang from ninez, flavoring his weak
weedy week into incertidumbre glamour

when those would estimate his esteems fell on the zevartee of every month; this, where feeling less than heureuse, sore and kaput, the intelligentsia swooped in, susurrus in combined combs to ma his yi

into a turfman's apotheosis others go;
an apoplectic apophasis which most, caterers to warai say, distrust
serving stern waiting on it but

"Eunjin"

amazing really
what a worn out winter cap
and woman's scarf can do

"Shower Doesn't Get Hot Enough For My Anemia"

in fact, no haircut,
just haven't been showering
dare you try it out?

"Contretemps Expo"

ahls, flocons, tasunjeso barking wide eyed at flickering lights
sesquipedality rebrands contrology and i tell them reality bites amari

what a chipper gavel fell on the teal lens pacooda into glatt voile

no juru to make crujiante door slam
ru ci literai and temperamentroll standing still looking at a wedlock of
thirty years past

blandish in periphrasis farouche picuse
in makeyda because when purple they'll be someone to listen

"As It Fell Upon The Floor This Struck Me As Particularly Vivacious, Genuine, A Response"

a look of sheer woe
fell upon our high-schooler
ice cream was purple

"M. Here's The Stake"

i lied to, for you,
and my wish is for you to
die alone, afraid

"Unimpressed With Everything"

lately eepadreegnee by the glow
of whispy lights abut strangely at leichtigkeit with these unlearned pundits

why they start at with paralipsis and shilly-shally
itchings scrapes la zaguan into five celebre anos:
Fletcherize, Poke, Skim, Waddle, and Ache

in each, sellnee beverages aren't sipped, they're guzzled,
needing more to keep us free from foozling nostalgia

live in one just for a fen shu you
go marbalized in ebullience from that skin's swirl mustang

recall also where, 1946, throughout Europe they learn to fill the cup,
and what a waste of time you were then techie,
filling emoticons with tilting trig functions
we'd only understand if every Al-ahad agreed

beyond this, task force, haven't got much hours to convince the fund open

"Unless You're A Polyglot, Willing/Easy, Stimulating, and/or Pulverizing Pulchritudinous"

just interested
in foreign women these days;
we both get to learn

"In The Finger's Talent"

be gone from the growing malediction schneemann

the word you're looking for isn't gulosity, sino individualism greenhorn

you can highlight the alarm clock, card games, und unheimlich newspapers as you gallivant believing yourself to be learning up on a Darwinian rebuttal against growing wings,
but know this goremonger: warcraft isn't better than a high five

"Things i Drummed To"

you, prehistoric ladron, are bound to this barbeque
as it's exogamy you've committed

and you might need it knowing any good jokes,
keeping the score intact

ademas being a sensitive friend woolgathering
agoraphobic, you've chewing my sweater alike a prolonged orgasm that
acquiesces on prosopography, faceeee!

and the rise of Cthulu is on its way
pass the goddamn butter pass the goddamn butter

"But Ohhh, Society"

i've considered this:
the only reason i wear
clothes is to keep warm

"The Government Says To Sell It As Popsicles"

i am devising
the greatest hex on mankind:
bloody anal AIDS

"Message To Foreheads"

bleak manuever that, bogus kilchee
tramonoto tomato a sculpturesque story
not rational more phantastich and you'll explore, you'll know the genkai

on this brazen island ahrohtoogeta
functioning in forty one but tis habil

"Jail With No Appeal"

Oswalt became his opera, lucrative
as mysophobia, the expression of ages

"or?" asked the quincunx table which was the ranger of dreamland
and the yankee pleaded alongside out of deference, an obesiance to would-be jumps

"unbermensch in six games" Williams, the prima who was a throw to boos said
from out the building's aflame annex

picked out only one from the ballet
and scored recuperacion, budget cuts; where,
on the front pages achievement gets behind diversifying

"Mass Blast"

un amnesie flames those with ochlophobia
the heart racing with kerosene

no souls sold the soles of six out
of three's frequency

it was off the charts feminism related by
the encephalograph's emotion like rikishi cannonball

einfach does it einfach does it maloto na-nas,
before castration liminally lures the vermicular virility vibes
like a quieto cascade - imagine that

easy if you're endangered like an aunt you prefer
or varios leptorrhine animals come to roost in loaded gums

2,3,2,1 we got the countdown all wrong but there you go

"i'm Going To Need About 9 Hours To Get Rid Of It"

leave no room for doubt
just keep being active peeps
it's one way to avoid

"As In Learners...Perverts"

and yet despite all
hatred i have for mankind,
there's these little kids

"Cracking A Smile"

the tendency to manifest out from
Christmas trees, bearhugs aplenty

a fan with no punctuality, remembered,
quaintly ignored for futuring

you will be let go over a cliff from
every gnarled hand, no shot fired in honor

when is my performance? everyday to dire extremes
when you have and seek no life

"You're Lying If You Don't Feel The Void"

i do all these things
to keep from killing myself
i'm dead serious

"Agra's Bathroom"

what he assumed to be a bombshelter
vainglorious as a classroom or to siesta-fiesta with clean-cut bees

plusiers decorations were necessary:
philately, toilet papered kochina masks, ikka se of ontologic ozone

ahnungslos his pants were pulled up for him and off she went

"You Can't Trust Succubus"

epicene emigrants better cohesively
absquatulate into the nth misconstrued formation of shaking sheiks
otherwise who but chumchangee are left?

welter linterna before the marquess, piattoso cute alike una ardilla, finds us

beatings come with replevy, ein regenschirm being the best maul,
and she wont let up...not without the four ring penalty

"Alone With Wings"

dumbing it down before trois modische empty chairs doesn't exactly break
the un heng, it goes like taffy

aureate buckwheat as exemplary as
saying some ultima soiree is a wash

and soon they'll sit with their backs to an octopus waving air-guitar
arabesques to get him back home

mi vida paga con usos vite and alimentary katzenjammers aren't felt
as trodding up here ferrets loving deaths

"But I don't Act Not Because i'm Hating Mostly Because i've Always Shed Shes"

if i start to look
at one say real hard enough
chances get higher

"Moriruhcamta"

Meteroa, confusion begins my chuk
in that under this palmistry, by a queer quixotic predilection for contextless
ekphrasis we get a metamorphosis of caliginous gongsachin purgatory

ahora chinois shake pero esto is to be expected
lucubrating by hwasong and creosote crystals

"What's Next Baphomet?"

junan sheep count your cracking nails
as les totos leak out her oopah

no time to lose nadie; got you ein geschenk
a numinous chevet thralling tortticollis

you told them you couldn't read your handwriting
longing for achman ferrocarril bugias couldn't derail

you too? you love sigma functions as well?
no i'm not paromdungee; caricatura though this unhinged door may be,
i have a lagniappe for windig nightmares nights disapprove of pretty waitresses
and my name, strangely in this muttersprache, is called and born initially (ACM)
at a trace of the Templars

"Motel Crashing With Two Fat Friends, Burning Floor, Fucking Out Both Doors, Denied The Privilege Knocking"

i imagine this
to be akin to a Hell
attempting sleep here

"Drumroll Please...Tomorrow"

one day i'll never
have to write this word again
to regain control

"This Can't Keep Controlling Catboat"

please hang up, and don't touch me
i'll talk my way through, willing it out

he screamed, carried away the pen that
would not write,; i was littering, offering not, you should try it some time

awakening the karate high five to what, you got
prudish intentions, can't emote?

missiles on the castle, a wall smoking
with sulphurous apertures as it rains dentures green lizards basked on

meanwhile these characters always run belonging
to none but comeuppance's whims and blame race

"No One To Listen"

those are born old, those are born worrying

schwerfallig with double curves,
patatimas, benignant encargados

this supererogation gets frostbit by
zhen cha, maletas get packed and rescues danger - directors at zeniths and magopsas greive to frowsty months gone by

"Gabriel In The Morning"

which goes to prove their utterings
of "entschaldigung" face the presidential...
afortunadamente for every kilometer

spent and retrieved the amoreaux are
a participation of quicksilver falling and ultimately failing to get
sano keys to gasconades by degrees

ipso facto we become sorgenfrei with which eleemosynary honmyou we give out;
par hasard, this is underway alike funambulism, omnipresence, and that TKO'd donkey
brindled by hurrahs

powwows, fishing nets, per liter vuvuzelas brought about by shen jing
the only way through

"Because In Most Cases Who Listens, Cares, Would Know It If They Saw It, Or Appreciates That Anymore?"

it's not a concern
the degree at which we all
are professionals

You Can Check Here Since i've Fucked My Life Up Again

2010-12-09T23:50:00.000-08:00

“A Family Couldn’t Need This”

many hallowed apothecaries see past
the swell of Gregorian pitch shifts you thought more extracted than vanilla

the coronary of offensiveness began with
a pneumatic flasche smoking in plumes higher than you zio, xi ou, and kitchens

igeepas Discretion says reconciliations of
you shoulds shouldn’ts and that little children are like turtles crawling, burying their edad

“The Sequence Of Escaping From The Mundane And Making Para-Pata-Supra-Meta Patterns”

beyond being trapped
pulling muscles, dark matter
counting to seven

“Your Personal Audio Words Of The Day”

not enough worth taking in
growing from growls towering

picaresque hoots and hollerins inconvenience yellow hats
and their gulls curling at the sight of soaring boomerangs

vibrations in 45 degrees are hopeless and then hopeful estimations
that imagine lighthouses in limousines, music videos where bathing in cognac, rose petals
melt your tears into dry ice

smother our hollow-earth dwellers by force if necessary lightning balls
for you hit the ground first and birdhouses,
when constructed from the ashes of soggy cigarettes, tires’ tar, and coffee grinds, if
time sees you before Viernes, forget about that future flinging and flick the oubliette open

“All These Jokes, Be Here All Night”

the blessing, the curse
at which nothing comes easy
…that’s not what she said

“Professor, Predator, or Puerile Pariah?”

holding the veneer
of laid-back panglossian
yet anything but

“Written By CJ ‘Slo-Mo’ Kim On Korean Asses”

“oh what will I do
without them brown crusts on them
toasty honey buns?”

“2.2 X 6 Yields 13.2 Says The Calculator i’m Naming Grumbly Matilda As This Blotto Bloke Assaults The Clientele In Airs To Make A Mexican Invidious”

i find everything
wrong in all situations
this is a disease

“You Saved My Life With Sticks, A Deck, While This Guy With His $60,000 Degree Decrees?”

i put more stock in chiromancers, seers
over psychologists because firstly
i think they’d kill themselves talking to me
as i’d learn them on insincerity
yes, i get it, you’re concerned proscribing
under an umbrella, you think, of lead
- or any substance water resistant -
whereas really what you’re truly saying:
we have restoratives for five million
and i go i’m poor, no insurance bud
grinning as “stimulated narcissist”
which they even have pills for you to suck
secondly to answer, no, i’ve not been
and to bow this up nice and neatly now
the “gifted” impart with an unsure shrug
leaving you in charge of your own self worth

“Meeting People Is Easy!”

is it strange people,
that the first thing i notice
are deformities?

“Try Random On For Size”

in these aloshall hadeer i’ll retreat into
a Nubian sundance bamboozling the middle order by what the owls hear

is this a fair ground of candy canes before our reiseburo or just copycats by candlelight?
this’ll be the placard for the new sauce decorating the walls of shadow

twenty years doopby, and isn’t this tres emocionante?
to be cut court by scrimshaw obsessed coiffeuse sugging me schmeeers water-based
and I’ll-be-home-having-the-steak-please-pyoloh-if-zornig slippers that vibrate and ooze aphrodisiacs?

“And What Makes A Mammal?”

penitence of steel fleur-de-lis
a mine that has no ores only dank
seeping water; silver, singular

its catering to pillars and caterpillars
controlling strategies by strabismic lenticular stains

you are given a coil; instructions are as follows:
heat, water, tactfully pinch, torch, tickle, then, and only then, smash

on sorrow’s cue are the miniscule
reasons why you’ll work here as I own excavations by the forth night
and you’ll eat only by the command “even up all lines” but only when my back is turned
and I’m hanging from the ceiling as my body demands sleep, which is a rarity
regal as my tongue in soup

“What Hippies Say When Splitting The Joint”

let’s shit in the woods for there we know
we are going back to the Earth

seen lightning out the corners of me eyes

reject chrestomathy for it occludes the
butsoowoee you could get from those seven vestals

you’re a person just like me who fucks like a bunny
and greets the Sun every morning and says good morning beautiful when you slept on the room’s couch

“The Positive Symposium”

the ever-appealing Unknown speaks ‘gain
where hope can be obtained not from the frames
completely parsimonious today
letting down those who wanted to have fun
i’m going to sell my ego next time
and it’ll cost a Lego, an Eggo,
letting go could be dire but who cares

“Move Out In Two Hours, Right”

ataxia, ataraxia, brain death, babinski reflex –
should know the last but i don’t, she must be a doctoring decoy for the dupes she swots for

found my current murse on the streets,
should be put in the wash and i’m completely confused on what i can afford to live on

3.0 net gain far sane but then?
worrying to the point of diarrhea a manhole manhood plug

“What, i Packed A Suitcase, And, Also One Thing My High School History Teacher Proudly Stood Before Us All To Tell One Day”

yes, in case any
one was wondering i am
wearing the same clothes

“Piero Cantos – Everyone’s A Hack, An Arriviste”

alreeda that combined forces conspire on enspirited thanks
to give for fallen refugees with chattering overbites

you you, nett unison on a regime begone from borborgymic latteria
una vispera occludes in slinky gaits

Baikal calls to them and they adjust, stymie, and venerate their scuba gear;
as, it’s not often dappertutto gets charged with tu quoque and lenity

herded as versioning mithridate a demi demi-urge spits cranberries with
benumbed grace out ein fenster through sorprendido botte and splatters mondiale
as with bulging brieftasche shamed shamus weep behind flirting maculate juegos de mesa,
ill-humored, risibly recharging in heuristic noodges against their peehada counter parts kuh schway ja

gone then are those without work knowing the chae-e between
gleichgultig eternidad and a theobromic high mit consanguineous whipped cream atop
for golems make up moitie and they show up shoes selbstandig

“Intimidation By The Overwhelming Need To Know, Live, Love, Demand Highly And Not Feel Excluded Because Of That L Word”

why is it that i become comforted
through the boundless pain of my dulled psyche
and my ubernutritional neglect
that will hone in on anything causal
render it entirely distorted
and vectorized tangentially askew
that is, convince myself of illusions,
when i decide to make plans, move forward
with the inclusion of others, it stops?

“Interior Intimacy For Dead Grand Mothers”

maybe i’m going about this all wrong
and the express bus is just slicked back hair
we’ve all offended by Sundays but why?
i remember the hunter-gatherers
who said without feeling good what’s the point?
received three names tonight, considered false
rule number one he says and i say haaa!
Miles truly didn’t write good songs but
it was about reaching beyond the known
getting a communal effort going
and maybe this is why i like tomboys
in time i’ll regard this all as a waste
as i continue to want to eat lips
i feel no shame in never being held
just more so in being held by no one
congratulations, you’ve found me lying

“Reference Points”

i have come to find
that it’s much much much better
if i just don’t look

“Rainbow Of Synthetic Sin”

funny-shopping, dogs with bills
in mouth on a surgeon’s venn diagram

these ungrateful dead bicker

hapoontop, skol for fan, jaymeeda,
this what sings unashamed, ashen, and gravitational

“Sour Grapes Thrown In The Booking Club”

i have five words
for all you stupid bitches:
get off your cell phones

“By Licking The Incisors We Are Summoned, Sacrosanct”

often torn asunder schmeggigies schmaltz about, mucking-up jokers,
pegging it down with lovesick red-faced chrome calumets

an anemic vorstellung with assez boojum react to their incandescent incantations
slipping the veil, hanger-ons to none

they, with their vestigial vespers whispered in sibilant atonements to sacrifice
give ghaio to this caroushell rookery; ein unterschrift is taking

those of high fanaa will soleadamente be spared but only if olios of
abridors are frenetically hurled as it is by this, and this alone, that super Manchester unites

“Now i AM Repeating Myself”

here are some of my irrational fears:

that time and my place within it will stop
that something has it in for me to fail
that if i repeat myself i’ll be found
that one day i’ll lose control of impulse

and of course i doubt all these instances
acknowledge they’re all spinning inside us
that i’m the same as anima and zen

so then here’s some more to counterbalance:

contravening overdone janghwa fin
transmogrifying into the hollow

“Or Maybe i’m Just Used To This Now, Being ‘Full-of-shit’ Miserable”

when i am alone
you don’t want to be with me
please trust me on this

“Pep Talk From Two Forks’ Folks”

take an eegroshka for pleasure’s sake
and be one with barbaridad, learn to telekinetically instill with storzando your sticky notes

by the nolyong of monotelic motors the estuary like
a menschlich tells us sinn fein must eat and how’s it gonna be reruns into both our localitas

when the disheveled dementia as flattened as the top of power-slaved pyramids recrudesces,
slather up those gums with cum mulies we gotta get our rocks off!

as we then approach the husai hell going hiemal as a hymen, we marvel at the augmentation
from choicely cut bosky badee chanting “no not impenetrable, no not impermeable, no no nedan”

yips at colazione, west of Eden,
reponares zhen dui namaste, chong mal chosa, and which towel has what function in the
ji jin hui gathering at the expense of historia and poogehada

we are starring for your youth and your leggings’ legends
so make us a hat, we deserve it!

“No Day Left For Failure At Twenty-Five Prisoners”

the workaholic
strides i said i would start on
are in full effect

“Detritus From Petree Dishes”

before matins we witnessed it birth a
centipede off our endoscopic heuristic haggling for genetically sliding back from e pluribus unum

in the sheen of this dank repression it
took a wife remetastasized outside the rigid tray and ate its own tail
recycling the schedule of vituperance

the trail it left we used for attar but
could find only the murine muttering
as we stroked our stubbles when time afforded us its caress
baleful though its intermittence invoked

the reaction to saliva and propped popped collars’ colors
proved more than salubrious however as it went sprinting for ruffling paper towels

we named it Bertrand but it said an earbleed upon us all in rejection;
some even gone deaf, sterile, inwardly demoted to dotage; so, subsequently due,
we kept our probing reveries wrenched, uncertain which watch was worn by whom

its kept us here for centuries and we’re now brooding like beetles
cerebrating in huddles how to hatch hectares out to distances undisturbed

our success is dependant upon your reach, a donation, we can be found at

“Jisu”

beautiful smile
you don’t have any blisters
all dresses look good

“Warped Surrounding”

toys in the attic oddly phlegmatic
autour de go ecotoning no paix

maamaa desu launch, a cacophony that feels
hoomcheda watching you sleep

i come out liang zhe plangently on the gleis to cutting una cinta
stretchy as jambon and as schlampig as lift-off’s launch

“Freezing Peninsula”

what diabetes, what dano by eating
less makes us jun, trustful as brambles

and really anyone can do this at Type 1,
pillimgonkeeda, victims suffering at mezza pensione

cat pokes to emergency; princess, you lieb liar, are released by madrugada
and shriek “hwanaso!” at any negotiating safety they wont localize

where then does your main go outbreaking this livestock you call shameful jian zhi
distressed until Wednesday suspicions that tempt the tempers of frightened impossible children?

i study conflict resolution and alarms that demand uniting frantically
where it is by this we’re a conversation brinked, paled, and stunned by Lynch-Stanley-Sterns
gone subsidizing over stabilized credit

watch me take this time and grate its cheese through the perception
of being an ampel, blinking red, next you call us thought

“Yes, Mariah Carey Almost Did Me In”

cliches begin to click when clucking
all those trite picayune take-no-chances
conditional catharses rearing true
despite the tacked on jazz undertone here

“When It’s Time To Go i At Least Certainly Wont Be Here”

it’s occurred to me
if i go through the windshield
that would be just fine

“Yes, And Go Where To Support Yourself?”

an empty promise
this country is full of them
i want the fuck out

“Ezekiel Eats It”

the momentary hand upon their four faces
made him a shin chizin midst the fire

xia lie those anthropomorphic rings,
wheels, bedazzled with yips arriving, spake honey tongued and adamant

tweezing the living creatures in and out of a hard
language through hinterland proved swingeing as this son of man had the spirit enter
and down came the whirlwind like a digital bath to whisk him into a place i want to be

discerned from the unclean and the clean manana at
mezz ora join me, there’ll be kwa-il and divagating paisaje; or, at the very least those oneiric ones say…

i Recall Shaking Reading These

2010-11-19T21:19:00.000-08:00

“The Funeral Plain”

isomorphic glass, stained pants, battle axe

these blooters keep my secrets but going out
in the public padre gets somewhat resbaloso

analogous alchemical armistice estresado as
gants worn with holes and getting a golden parachute that bursts out bloom

diametrically in terminal velocity anosognosia
to etoile ensignment, the whilom lies to us by pretending to be gouche, louche
and remarkably garish

i’ve put a patent on the phrase anything new
and asking this will cost as seen and said through the ear holes of incessant
rubbermen riveting the incidents involving their spastic switch blades

Moses called yesterday as well, said he wants you to vector shift into your
universe but he granted wasn’t specific

“The Fix He Provides But Is His Term, Alike London, Up For Coming Conditions?”

the tree’s treeisk tells la vaca there’s life on Mars
but beyond the lights a sagoo of silky commitments takes bikers’ si wei
makes them afterimages

convinced and akarui casino down the block just plays,
kontakfreudig as the sun, its valves and pipes, everything bending to accommodate
its flight to skylabs’ skyline source: Lucky Lot Labradors

but through the vine, if it’ll have its day, a serious wailing view for no ronchon
reason; it’s there to steer plucky anatine operadoras to do what they do best:
interrupt, ignite, infiltrate and infestate

training your gamma to setting Window Magic, the troglodytes tsk shuffling
at bedtime leftovers their maids forgot to rinse when swaying over crickets
giving audience in mistaken murmurs, clandestine cabinets, and cabals

but let’s not get carried away on our first landing first lieutenant major general
corporal platoon consultant Bonk, this is 1600 undertows mown by the lows your
mamy didn’t write to you bout

hm right, so then, incoming, strap on your balloons, they’re sharp out there!

“It’ll Get Better Without Impedance”

kleptoerotos hounded him through the 80s, the Andes, spreading their eclectic
edifices we now know better as cattivo corporations

when you’re durstig and famished you’re phrenetic but it’s even more foader
Fame when you’re cloven by bei shu demiurges peehada loudspeakers alike chonjae fuzz

taras en anochecher would give this priapic moonsung traveler the mushtop needed
faced with the goats and mailroom dogs

and we’re sure what we couldn’t have when the red curtain parted to reveal
cemeteries (but were they?) and barbarity loaded into its circuitry

they’ve arrived earlier than expected because past the untoward diaspora sweeping
by the fields of gnarled seaweed is their vessel prinked in carousel hues,
a turbine propeller emended to pure flux, fumes of scaled caramel

they bring news of gelded gelaterias, the Satans’ satang, and laughy taffy that’ll get
you back to feeling like the self you left in ’85
cowl-cued cute and clued to the lewd lute hereby left to be embued

“Unprepossessed”

the way that zephyr began at your hair must’ve been a periapt to the
in situ de riguer still you blanketed with insouciant aggression

the best retort is to sip our colas in disgust for what are briefmarkes, mi, and selstam
studios giving to our butcher’s casuistry, our racked utopia?

a phalanx of pantalones daydreams just once that the paladins
with their fusils and stroykas are as harmless as a radass

and i like your style seeing as i have none

“Nope, Never Been There”

hanging on your every word, note, epiglotguttural Istanbul, clashingly

within a vase, serpentine extractions black and tan grinning through egg-cracked
mazy masks float through ether’s ease snouting

soon then, a flaming tire comes from way out, blaring megaphonic:
I never liked pinwheels and this is further wherefor

step on organs and comforvince them roadkill
of life arguably without souls

all windows blackened save for skulls glaring back
and granted, you’ll never have to visit
but its given like this when you asked the right reich

“All These Taunting Sex Lives”

pussies are in heat
of the female and feline
why am i awake?

“The Inner Spiritual Center Is Now Accepting New Members”

the Irishman and the Korean, no it’s not the start of a parlor racist joke,
are readers yes, of such sapid sorties neoterically noted and known as Self-Help

oxymoronic and though i might never kiss the Earth, or repopulate a red sphere,
my transgressions at least serve as your soi-disant “optimal experience”
not aided by an illogical dream pictured with cinematic cash cropping or catering keenly
towards proselytizing my way aboard a yippy-zippy yacht

if i need help i don’t get religion i get going, get talking, relating,
because if you’re looking for that fix you might as well shoot it eyeballs first

and the non-believers don’t get it ain sich either – it’s mostly about hop-skotch and i’ll leave it at that

“Tombstone One Bird”

tempted ganglia observes: scarified chins and mein kampf for a tattoo?

whistled melodies that annoy and all it’ll take is a face to get behind,
can deal with the lack of structure

tad troublesome this strabe full of aeronauts and crapulous flingues
we aim at ghost dogs but who has a bad nut to cost idioglossia?

around the yan cho a malevolence dining on banausic boos makes a giornata
of breta e ex gratia egos

get gone in doe-eyed dog-eared triskaidekaphobia
said because we all have irrational fears

“Because Pleasing Me, Well…”

when it comes to sex
my sole concern is mostly
her pleasure, ya feel?

“Deadpan Now Here It’s That Void We Hide Behind That Disturbs Most, That Defeatist’s Charm”

tonight reminded
of the bitterness of home:
fucking helplessness

“Realism No One Wants To Hear, Profitable Patents, And Just Love As Necessary Shield”

my best friend here speaks
of a way out of the race
like this means something

“Excuses Excuses”

this technology
has given us nerds a worse
means at which to live

“Checks And Donations For The Keep Our Maximum Alive Foundation”

there’s patriotism going with shinri
aren’t they cute and vaporous?

but wakarimasen and who does burning,
sunning my ship espousing these revolts on limits and aoristic oraculars only
a seriously erudite academic can decode and get laid once upon lost flakes, flukes, and soubrettes without lines ad libitum or res ipsa loquitorrented convert?

but i’m through apologizing and pointing at ears getting paranoid polyps –
you all owe me 70 dollars by the way

“i Take Four, Sometimes Eight Sugars”

gafas eeroso masticating through the tirades of congelada cornices

against himitsu duracion that waft through a fainting eventuate they bask
a bodice to your bian yo qi revving up Megaman and don’t it rock to be pulverized by mustachfiat mitochondriac giratoire spineya she called Americano?

if to hyperbole and the celtic knot brain discussing puerile prudence
and space as a cold airless vacuum

this fire broke out see and i know, i know, even in the otono, fiat!
in toto rubes gone regal by clots contused and amused even defenestrated
and i get to rub it once more oh boy oh boy, boy, to the press!

Last Batch From Bizarro World

2010-11-17T00:07:00.000-08:00

“There’s A Light Came From Out The Ass End Of Today”

melanchoholic sanghwal habitué when
neonates speaketh your name Zarathustra zings a hagiolatry yawns catch

these are my complaints kvetching finds formidable
preconcerting five pillars of smelling salts to shi fei shefoo

the saikoru like ein fahrrad teaches me in denuncias – financially or otherwise
that you’re all just that incognito that bonghyong to be onioned-skinned
had-hacked at in equiatorial tears

“You Owe Me Money But i Owe You IOUs Of You Know Whose Long Overdues”

a signed contract like a pact with maritime sovereignty denies me
loosening still

a largest investment alto y seco sales up by 5.1 and yeheande
flexibility, other countries, intersections’ that get cervix circumspect

respect flows smoothly while rare-earth metals
get the heat for ceremonies we paid in basic posology

skills then to those hospitalized for special instances
like pitching and decisions and championing and hypertensing and
injecting and abuse and sleep and hard-driving chronic stress

while then i, i have to use energy to create happiness
and give up my baby teeth to some quixotic queen
we thought crunchy, somewhat frustrated with exchange rates

“Like i Need To Ask This Question”

tell, is it strange guys
that when i enter a room
i scan for women?

“Quiet, Quiet, Quiet, Quiet”

how do you explain
quantum physics to students?
there are five words here

“Before i Left Home, Exposing Myself To The Hellish Existence i Lead Here, My Uncle Was Going Through A Divorce”

i pray to some idea of a God say
that i never get there, opening me
to the idea of a charity fuck
think about what you’ll do that other…
but i guess it depends on consciousness
and how much you care about hurting them

“Self-Medication Isn’t Needed Correct”

so here goes: ahrum!
why is this so dirty?
the tie as a noose
communication is completely and utterly lost
so why’d she fuck you? (chew, chew, chew)
lint you are ubiquitous and i hate you
not everything out of your mouth is profound
understand that and you’re there
spontaneous, yes, like combustion
these are my classes (too smart for my own good)
simplify, right, like the proverbial
pube stuck in the urinal (SCOTLAND)
no one’ll buy sincerity so forecast that tomorrow will be better
because razor blades sure are a funny business, and please wouldn’t do that, there’s too much work to do

“Making Time”

marred by limp come hither vows, sunflower senescence

cosi parathyroid that is un calambre de perineum,
a vanguard of organized cones

well in an hour i’ll be back from cleaning the pipes (no trepidations here)…
ok then…that’s lucubration in the atelier of misogamy affright with differenza

“Nothing Quite Like Being Backset Ten Years”

brushed aside, unreturned, churned inside by piebald stockings and wavering eyes

seeing their teen instances of osculation and being within all, hissing
for dopplezimmer (get one damnit, spare me)

noting that there is something inside you that
does not understand how exhibitionism works, does not deserve

so the clencher: she’s Storm, X-straordinary,
i sowim, wherein after, bleeding out in what perception renders a misfit’s affection,
this nearby auxiliary cunt, yes, cunt takes me by the cuffs and says,
“No, you get out of here! You leave!” eyes ablaze shoving the rapist

and this broke the fourth wall of spectatorship
wherein now my fantasies aren’t even safe
so, mutatis mutandis, involvement will now be a strong-suit as gone goes grappling with the pinky promise i made:
seeking what makes cables stronger, triggering myths of what it means to be truly pathfinding, distinguished, non-deceptive

big country, turtle-neck sweaters, visions of beaches and teamwork
god-spas, sticky-fingered stick figures, nourished hale bodies
where i wont have to hear an evensong on all these motionless figurines

“Ripping Dissonant Charades To Characters In The Everglade Of Combos”

Piccadilly circus and an Arabic tan
can’t remember the last time a crime cried in the sand said salammarco spontan

get begotten hinterland, make a move only music company but who
can hold the demand?

glow, illumine, Uljaywong Laocoon Lotharios
your time in the shinrin shins androgyne as we can tell by your cupidite
and kuang shan, kirche de leechcraft, hands out las revistas on capriccio

but wagareemasen onomancy: ilyorapa bogoshipio
like cardboard and a shining face –
two homes peppered with ants and aflame echarpe i oh so love inhaling

“What Your Head Tells You Working The Hours i Have”

waking from a nap
feels like getting a postcard
from a dead person

“L’economia di Catamites And The Tryst Of Next Week’s Beaks Couldn’t Keep The Hill Hooked”

that enceinte rare blood, a chimnida
you call all ready already

una salida tamnida skepticism and the lustig
localism trailing the industry

usurer, langweilig and contrite though you may be,
sport that pince-nez, don’t give them a moment’s notice
the shougyou will follow or, chalmot, make us a piñata, an apparition’s apparitor
but…it sure is a good thing i like beatings

“A Biblical Nod To Boners”

let it be known here!
that i wear baggy pants then
because of this need

“The House Has Been Lost”

so then psephalogy, which dingbat
dunce do we allow to make decisions?

this principale taquilla holds a cubic coroner to
ransom thwarting what others might call mothersickness some still
peligroso polydipsia pounding pule

all curves ball aesthetes vert, more lebendig
than a pescaderia serving all the haute couture you can shake a wolf’s tongue at

clones to terrify, they’re hereee
imagine them as emperors chinshil chinshil muscular legged
and if you’re smart, you’re not leaving here anytime soon either

“Insides Acaving”

here riding shotgun
apparent constant motion
the sensations whiz

“Too Scared To Move Or Stop Moving”

if you don’t laugh you’ll cry memes

in the crystal mosaic we’re tessellated in tragedy’s travesty

no necessita your dum on haricots vert
nor pungling up to hyperbolic heinesses giving gifts of acerbity, filial issues

cramps remind of the nakso littering this sauber pieda
where getting chills is what i’m here for

and that is one evil cactus to be chopped for mi tienda de ropas

“Don’t They Have Different Rules For Everything?”

didn’t use parlance playing higher
than your last yoochewon tantrum

if you think these are directed towards
anyone in particular he gives a tos to consumption, end of albums

still, there’s always a misunderstanding within
cryptic notions but boolmunjhun counts ships out of sheep’s blood
conjured in gazpacho’s grimy goo

“Imagine The Question…But He Doesn’t Write Normally”

when the eclipse came he didn’t know
what cerebration’d ration his molehills to ants

the pergola he hit, its threshold allowing
his wandering saccade to garner a glint
alike gunpowder emoting the chariot which cradled ululations from Byzantine bibelots we used to call ingon

salvo accepting salvos ein gebuhr of a brumal dowsing wand
when inserted into this liened land split every lobe he pungently pickled with the acerbic whimper of
knowledge, idée, passion into resinous marmoreal mercury

“Elephants’ Graveyard”

when denied even a glass of water, masu masu convinced of abstemious alms
to sanity’s self-worth

T dawg tells me to afford them normalcy
in ages where being real makes me Raelian

also told to get hungry but to recognize
that proves daedal when you fantasize felicita only in the Italian ge shi

“Down The Hatchet”

every follicle lost is a burn gained in the epistemological morganatic mission
to this-is-it rustling

through a hoola-hoop’s lens i couldn’t
find a blade of grass or the equations needed for original beans

i want to say conifers over and over again
but i have just these white bricks to talk to
wherein; oddly enough, i can espy visages and impose scenarios:

such as the cowboy with the aquiline schnoz and cantankerous grimace
speaking of weltschmerz, tedium vitae saying, “ain’t no time for brunch son”

such as the imp taking a shit, vomiting, and getting judged by a rock loomed lycanthropic jury
while a force fielded bubble planet fires out its seed spunking upon a Moai statue
thankfully its back

such as the hugest arma is stoppered by a cockatoo with a prisoner’s dilemma
that is, which two make a cock; meanwhile, tangentially, a cloud fires a missile on a freshly born squid

nomadic, that’s the spirit, like volleyball, blowing Indian
summers into asteroids and vultures, them, the esurient sentinels of teepees yes

my shadow here looks like spark plugs
and a nihilist says, "fuck I can’t even get behind that"

“Survival”

the book of poetic forms tells me of a past time where
she said, “but this is just a class” hmm but, this is my hunchbacked life dripping upon surface tension

up parakeets, triangle green lights and let’s
discuss gears, mine’s solely annoying, chairs, and portals portrayal’s of betrayals accepting standards – no you’re not well

exhausting accusations of love are sunbursts becoming trop –
in crumbly abductions that’s how i’ll grieve, and if possible i’d stab the wind, it deserves it

science and kirche, they say it’s academic
which, given if you’ve had a juicy education, means you check your nose put upon fresh clothes and kowtow to people
who shouldn’t be allowed near sows

and say Boris, as it happens, like they understand that phrase AS IT HAPPENS
(yes, this is my problem, simplicity)
i’ve got the news: every cent is precious because silver were them spoons lodged and i can’t see without my dogs!

alright well, if my aura is indeed pink Ginger (Tarot readers, you know…) someone better mail me a tutu miles out from Morocco
and i’ll give it, Tradesman’s honor, to that deserving crack in the floor

because it’s about another person buying into your bullshit
and no, no, it’s not bullshit, kasaree, you’ll spout, it’s ART, ART, you have to work very hard –,
but who here departed with their hard-earned anything and thought yeah, i’ll be independently
indoctrinated like those vagabonds on that hip new drug called AIDS?

just as i suspected

“The Three Hour Wait Where i’m Not Sure What The Room Was Even Trying To Tell Me Anymore”

is it a mark of
insanity to hear that,
music, without ears?

“But i’m Not This Cynical In Groups i Promise”

if someone asks me
“where, why aren’t you traveling?”
well, ask dying Earth

“Off The Map…But With A Hand, And Some Cheetos, Both Kinds, But Generally This You’ll Find Contradictory Spending Five Minutes Alone With Me Given The Endless Search”

if the purport of
a “life” is to have routine,
be boring, i’ve right, left

“Amateur? Really? i’ve Been Doing This For Twenty Years, STUDYING, BUT DON’T LOOK AT MY NAILS”

the fact that i don’t
follow any rules per se
is because i’m old

“Titles Given To Your Shower’s Tiles”

going to l’epicerine feels like natacion
upon pegajoso discrepancies – i have boudoirs to banish!

tend to my ineluctable anrufbeantworter
usually when waiting, its palpitations go unmatched through vitiated varnish

and can’t we realize that a demotic demo goes a long way when you’re dernier seen
chasing rabos, falling in step, and caring for replevin saisei?

the xiang jing i’m looking for is between la ferrovia; to say,
if you lie with back against metal your carte de voeux will be hope for the best with
two Eskimos kissing a Hershies ostensibly wie they do it where it’s less rumoroso than shaking them pigheaded ohje away

“To Those Who Excusably Say They Can’t Find The Time To Do What They ‘Love’”

while i wait for those
to get their shit together
this is the best time

“This’ll Make No One Laugh When Milking Its Worth”

what more is this proclivity for difficulty but a color coding
exemplification for exiting into engagement?

take dos piedros, measure their weight

Q: if i’m a porn star where, how do i feel love?
A: went-disconnected pleasure in fleeting ventus dai

Q: if the scariest recent notion of disappointment’s reduction is to injure others when, what, will get
these assassinations’ assessments ascending?
A: go numb, pleasure in a toll, competition

the equation of one to one is nareeda, the great white hope where your thoughts
belong to disenchanting perceptions made padrone by sylvan sibylline sages
who allow for me please, no choice, destiny the barony of tori,
the whoosh that completes by talking about anything buchoda buchoda buchoda for this is education’s praxis and not prolix

“Libido Going To?”

what bone structure to be ordnance

fortuna, salud, an endeavor for all precentors
commensurate with masmooah mass appeal

purple is betsuni an indescribable tong qing perspicuous and as gallantly miry as
the moon’s topography you so efficaciously slapped on by certainly smart systemization

migi moustache hairs are pointing up and the ceiling must have pareidolia up there; a foundation
that the ullage expresses dreading falling down, on time for possession

so squirm, boustifaille, other side’s got plenty more nazdasenya for the likes of mere world tenebrienmity,
and as usual, i’ll be the motto for majordomo mansions over, give me a call, my phone’s permanently off the hook

"Why Couldn't These Grays Just Be From Zeta Reticuli?"

the cops are like a virus
Nosferatu forgot to spread to a king with a bushy imperial beard - who needs um!?

here they are to humanize the distance
between what's fusing and what's fussing - aren't we glad!?

now they've got Cain and Abel gnashing teeth with
Hansel and Gretel (hard tacos, what else?) while Inspector Fedora gets off scott free with a C4 laced visa - you all touche or is that touch this tush?

i've been had by a bomb squad of ambushees
led by the unlying Pinochhio and they've stolen my lounge without even accusing me of arson - so, i ask really, are they jocoserious or just specious?

Last Week's Work

2010-11-02T22:14:00.000-07:00

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“Ease It Back”

daltoniano to these bills as may be
but they still have to have numbers brained

the harlequin bekannte tousles your hair
laconic or not, you dive, the outlandish copse a pesangoo in flames

communita of indigenes
my imperfect educazione spears me and gets moin petits-enfants unborn

“Laid Off But Not Down”

ooulhada crego passed over, the black cloud
of circumstance takes its sahgin

cradled by a jade statue writing comes
when waiting for big outs

break into conference, meeting,
what but a mote to black and white movies moving at an accelerating gravitas

potted plants and an enduring flatness
dealing diathermy and up’raised begging

fu ze ren, emperor Dogface, has sold me out
down the river and here’s my conferenza:
i don’t deserve this peculation of the yunghyang and design my own capital

“Jesu Opso”

gawking at the steady declivity into
oblivion appears igual to semplecement sinecural sainthood; id est,
impossibly innate, a hex on mood

do i offer fixings, perfume, pharisaical farraginous figures
as if they’re my grand mere (ull jong mom jong)
cut off a limb and offer it as a necklace?

this close, this close to sneezing in your face next time you smile
that cancerous smoky begeedah for i know who you are this time

“From Forever Songs”

right now the iguana image within a classroom terrifies

as you’re teaching not only about the care beyond the self
but a helmet to soften life, death, all between

like toys: we’re given blue signs, cats on books,
a correspondence of buck teeth

my mistakes might be my fault but they’re
mine to own up to in angles

ripples on buildings close down North Africa
and how can we be heroes when our spines get golden by
insertions we don’t know the names of?

“But i Don’t Because You Hate Me”

as i listen to
these people fuck out the door
i want to call you

“Alone, Separately, Together”

money, sex, and art
then. nothing worth living for
otherwise; convinced?

“Chuckling At The Article On Manic Depression And If You Have It”

then time, a luddite’s lingering doubt,
causes renoinnovations

this race coruscates beyond much to be
maldito by others’ cojongnada choogaree

and growing verlegen by helplessness
there’s no martyred effigy for the gonin become

kankoku comes in the form of friends, fountains
like inverted milkshakes – no, not that –
power’s madness dumm and gin and finding a way
without a faux-chemical cocktail of how to make it invisible

“Be That As It May, i Cut My Losses, And Speak To…Who Again? Oh, Right, Hello!”

i think it’s because
my demands are so damn high
that i don’t connect

“So Then Indifferentism So Then”

by caring so much
about people who care not
will put me to death

“This Is The Last Offering Before Forgetting”

when you are alone
and feel the pain of your life
remember me then

“i Don’t Want It To Be Here”

this lineage ends
with me and only with me
unless it’s wanted

“The Value Of Reason”

as i address you
the problem: i have too much
for this dying world

“Fuck Your Boredom”

decayed footprints on the scintillating road
that a glove a hand only the mutilated could adopt sits

dipped in blood, loved by crud, gewohnlich to
spinning plates, una corsa you can toggle colliding with this fen dou, that boeen

sprache and sparks are upon the parse gehneeiv makes palliative
and everything happens to me on an urban sprawl –
the qualms of zettai confluence

“Yes, Keep It Up, i’ll Drink My Soup This Way, Yes i Said Drink”

froid, i no longer register aliveness
by time and its period, rather feeling

there’s no use certifying when the kuukan is wrong
not one’s, slugabed though it may seem, understanding

you’re no beruhmt raisin but sure does
go down easy when you’re stomped

“Tell Me Then, What’s The Right Profession?”

because children are forced to; as a galere,
demorado morals

but it might be here sought south to mendaciously
steer society back to, to feeling like bells and whistles
could be used for something other than the cockcrowing curse called bohgoeeta; or,
education as not telos but continuity

with too much information and what’s nominally regarded as truth
either we gotta demagnetize or baptize

and with that palm pilot there
i’m not sure either of us has the right stradale but, right, why bother asking?

“Stuck But With Shovel”

flood, fugue, eighties, three-lipped goat,
angst with blue ties, orange scent, macetas filled with noisome meat

ventriloquists chase, cuchillos at the ready
and zenbu zebras shall know their impromptu cotoletttas chal

of headbands and halos, ragged sea change goes,
no boeen and no machtig modu shall seethe our simony or our appoggiatura

and yet here’s a gray sweater stitched with
gray stars to recall the relevatory ana

“Because i’ll Walk Away With All Neurosis Therein”

one of the books i
never, ever want to read:
the DSM-IV

"Inchoate Snake"

and i suppose this is necessary
like all else before it

colon culture blue and right-red rays
standing in for tea, the opaque chance

bit my tongue hard, went chewy, clotted bis
and the Chinese eked out their whispers
a solution off larboard, extempore

this was genau what should've been heard:
tein lun wen cottora primavera

looking up now after those precious minutes
you wont have time to see me as the thousandth face duplicated
for chichug kanjo i've gown tarin

Cutting

2010-10-19T02:31:00.001-07:00

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"Last Line Cut"

the fashion designer's paphian vatic book
proved puissant, prescient

within this apocopating jilumshin the
margin of error is attractive as Pygmalion's erstwhile purpose

but it was wrong about my stomach though
saying its pangs would be abbastanza, focal, and noted by her

instead doldrums beat, hiding a halcyon hail
and i wont try to find meaning behind having played one game fewer

"Ah-Lo Robot"

need a new subject
are there any girls around?
nope, just you then huh?

"Slackers"

get una chitarra what difference does
shitsu make and harness jing

we are all capable of eeroouhchida
and yet your comet of intransigence causes me to grind my teeth

the sacrifice is of self not the rime
of stigmatized hoi polloi haranguing the ohtokay entretien entertained

"Your Horse, Well, It's White, And, Left"

every day i try
to convince myself i'm not
a child but...yeah...

"Because You Sadly Were My Longest Lasting...Currently"

the only reason
why i continue to think
about you is this

"Only On The One Hand, Ladies (Ladies) And Gentlemen, But Still On One Hand"

outside of my mind
i have nothing to offer
and who would want that?

"Eventually You'll Find Me, Not The Other Way Around"

cipolla on the breath's breadth and
big hair for your choujo

flappity-flap wild l'oie such smiles inside wound
and i verstehen bene non-voting pregnancies

fortean misconducts upon el balcon
alike the uhsheshehada williwaw

nachster qing qi nachster connote me a
solferino smithereen hat-attack ground smack douzo

pandae attract canode anode bait
sate zeroth sephiroth down pumice up

crown kalhone that seeing two, they are
enough to not want - i blame the bubble machine

"How Does One Rid?"

lucky to get a window seat
an audience for tonight
a room to sleep in
all five (eight maybe) of my senses fully functioning
having felt kismet thrice for what its worth - literally in some cases
not having a family to provide for in this hand basket
to forget epistrophes

it's all i got for now but that
crises creeps convincingly, hoary, stays selfish and soaked in miel

"Let's End This"

i have two pages
left in this pad to write with
and i figured, yup

"Wish i was Sitting In Her Lap"

lion-dog with this majestic blue diaper
probably doesn't hear the muzak the same
instead he hums and growls like a sniper
it's enough for his master to take the blame
and as much as this canine bears my fiver
lurking under chairs, sniffing at all tame
the gates held open to all passerby, settle
and i remain unconvinced of this muddled mettle

"Countless Thoughts A Buddhist Would Scoff At"

choahe the feel of jazz but not the science

betrothal rolls off the tongue like godfuck
do i miss it being right here!

like i don't have shit to do waiting for
capodanno or foliage or line 1

cro-magnum head! cro-magnum head!
goth grouse, pavement skin, bridge erosion like pecorino and knowing
it if i look at my phone...or mmm, nope

kitten, the fruitless endeavor moonlights
as your dictionary, filling lonely boots with wily wasps fragile as jacks

you've got your cigarette and i've got my
penIS there any reason why an angled crane upsets you? it grows behind my eyes this offensiveness

maybe too much of anything's bad for you
when you have stamps and coughs to show for drops in the pan
of scarlet reporting otherwise known as the mercantilism of holding your buzzsaw
eagle head in check upon no nougat temples

so here's my cameo where i sleep standing while
you hand out the pass to gander at sizzling microscopic outdoors tableau
where, as noted, there's microphones in the nose and a hippocampus of voices

just stop it and live according to a sybaritic operatic lifestyle we can relate to
on par with chugging brewskies, demoralizing, and staring afixedly at a quartet
only you understand

how can i use a racy, ritzy, razzmatazz video taken to my advantage?

this look tells you i'm giving it about a nostalgic
second thought of that age old maybe logic

"Dr. Doctor PhD, DCL, LLD, MDS, Prepares"

how's never for that cast off sound?

i'm calling it the pavnonine look doll and
you'll sport it because well we don't have surgery
for what tonsorial appendages you need

the vage - no, not vajra - is verboten, pluperfect, a
tertiary improvement over the outside-in butterfly -
it's everything else's got me feeling like a Sunday
three scoops please no but no but no but

it has to be a parabolic swipe upon the visage
because this material's of molybdenum and hovered dirt
an Andalusian shaman spent upwards of 643 diseased-ridden malombo-maddened days
blessing before i reached the tender age of 55 when astral projection
was as en vogue as saying what's new?

and did i say scarring? i meant starring...
roles have a tendency to work themselves into fine print when, ready?

that was just practice, i do this mirror as
much as hands and i designed the neoteric homeless look, still got my matted dreds!

that would be my first bicycle to heart graft yes, ahem, pumped?

"It, Awareness, When Annoyed"

sniffles and the smirk
i exchanged with the driver
let me know they have

"Americans"

we are now sad-sacked
paranoid schizophrenics
...who still like burgers

Return, Return, Return

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“Sensitive Parenting”

sheltered satellite may this vacuum
be a deus ex machina

where there are characters you don’t understand
and heads that’ll be yours and not your own
that spark of open confusion will be your light

if there are those who don’t recall what it
meant to feel, fault will be proscribed to their own folly
and the walk taken will be trusted as for the better

“Disfraz de Busybodying”

ever want to stage a kidnapping?

like put a tooshe bag over a friend’s head
and garner reactions dehors? me neither

the thing shreds like krankheit and condescending condensation
vrooming in oscuro (now there’s a joke!)
“the thing” being my clown pants which are just ordinary khakis
but typically the three-prong stool i have fending and forsicking out covers new stains whilst mussitating

i estimate the gaucherie approaching satori
amok concupinage’s hepthatalon
and there’s samizdat on outlets if you look hard enough too
as i guess that’s what i’m always doing, looking

“i Remember Them Being White Panties”

divertissement nympholepsy

this new girl places demands without even
getting a name (i was unaware of our nepotism)

a pigeon pecking at its ass seems the appropriate
symbol here about yesool but unterbrochen what did you expect?
to cozen a te shu chica by davanti or dorsal diversions?

close to giving up but a keisan acomin’; or, is that just the coulter upon new grass?

merry Christmas meets trick or treat
without the mimetic overtones of our last actual conversation

“Gone To The Wind”

without style and grace just going gone
we don’t take kindly to you folks round here
you telling me you were a Martian wasn’t too far removed
an aggrandized apotheosis and reaching,
this is what isolation has made of me

“Caffeine Makes Me A New Home”

to take it and make a Pollockian splash
against the white board

to take you who begins speaking again
and bend you over a desk in front of all your students to disrespect your trust

to explode expletives like an insensitive trumpet
whilst shaking-out

pee and blood and the robot sports a condom
ribbon (word for word cognate power)

talking to yourself in front of the mirror
while you tell Pinocchio you’re a real boy and that without support
you don’t have long for this world

“Considering Two Vade Mecums”

it’s a very simple construction
the way in which i battle exhaustion:
there is too much to be done to acknowledge it
oreeopda teeming woes keep me considering some day
as the lebenslauf is getting effete,
magro and agrio knowing better than those at work
hallowing hebetude convinces me that rare broods
fetch slim schlimm and shouldn’t slam my caprice

“The Day Of Roses i Have No Eyes”

a functionless prop with the curvature of a spoon

to say such stimulating sundries (masheeta gongchong)
is not truth as i see it before every meal

the rag speaks of xing che, l’or, and soy moosopda of fruherer selves
because within calabazas my kismet goes black back to acta
and collops begging me to forget

“Jom Sheji Yo?”

sang-froid haluhbachi sang-froid

every ausgeglichen look that comes with
those tano ganshik you bend

and i’m impossible imaging you’re the only
one left, a blooper on repeat and a dutch uncle two-shoe

“Watching You Watching Me”

it helps me to sew in the night

asphyxiated on the smoke of sinews
and tenuous holds of wassail,
kosei, and kakusan

rapidamente stoicism paints the town
with anaranjados dribbling and dripping

i can complain but i wont
knowing my antlers get shaved every comeback

“Dangerously Lit By North Face And Sinas Octans”

it’s possible to sleep with your eyes open

failing myself takes effort decu
with la capsula finding a filmography

the vapid bricolage working mojo beyond pale doubts
and hwasong leering like how all yonic catastrophes go once in utero

avec bonne chance trucos will be
roborant and they’ll be nothing left to know

“Get Over It”

well then here it is
the greatest fear that owns me:
convincing myself

“The Cow Made Me Do It”

the sidereal ghost returns dorapda
with sachawan bonne nuits uttered by toukei nepenthe

shuddering with personalidad gunjupyong
fan their aggressions with friends smiling empty-headed and outwardly gorgeous

and he watches, uhggae kalko slumped,
others’ ideas of happiness chiding into una selva de dulce hunds

eat up

There's Been A Lot

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"Who Needs Crutches"

Cannondale and the fat...cigarette butt
we've got a ways to go walking the yellow plank

don't expect a sewer gate to spit to
as the pyretic flush exumes man and boy

gansada y conaissance to be a rendition consumed
with disappointment, divorced from why,
the amenity of caring eyes not trying to read you

and you'll say mmm look on that cloud's perimeter;
guess it helps, you being a meterologist

"As In Working"

it's only when locked
into something, anything
i feel confident

"Maybe This Didn't Help Telling You"

to create and to
procreate are the two things
i just want to do

"Three Heads Too Many?"

something on the automat's light dispersal
strikes me as making Fibonacci invidious

gaslighting misses my infestation
and moosoon sanga hae coming back when not being busy with the see last thing wrote?

camouflaged shimpal; really, so that let's say the trolls
we parade with vinegar traps don't bite too hard?

you'll know when i'm screaming this dirge at the byul
for it will teeter condemning terra firma like a statistic Stalin authorized

"Flippant Saga Continues"

flip back to that toothpick express

cheenaeda the yorokubi petite amie
(got a can kao with a name like Russian roulette)

the ululations were hard to distinguish
gewhont as they were; kicked dog or penetree?

fallen frajous hobbledehoy colmillos are
davantage infactions whenever you scratch-off those retrenchments

i have a nice trip tripping tainting and
taking from metamorfosi; metempsychosis

"i Looked Back Eurydice"

check under the tables says la blonde
and lickety-split, chocante, clean!

ah, yes, topside banditry - eeta to inform she's an aeon
with phatic misdeeds; noree just ferie to her

given my inherent marriage to freheit
i'm not sure what affair was sought
but this hoken being my mosighatair to air seems like losing keys without a car

"The World's Shortest Man Reaches For The Bulletin Board"

let's examine the hole if we will

youth groups, including those cunning cohorts known as odalisques,
far from and en masse through the demimonde are born on land

just about ready to shut down by teasing a rope in,
a new generation led by fearing the worst serves up a lovely platter:
Baby Blues a piece at peace apiece for Southwest Chinese

earlier, as you may recall, the set featured prominently
rowboats pressuring troughs into storms to...release the captain!
he has your prized finger clippings

although he was quite used, the mutiny lasting upwards of nanoseconds
yet the castigation being enough to quit his education per se,
about his left eye-socket,
the hole being our pith, there was still a soupcon of chatoyant chance

because you see sock puppets, hyrdocephalic larvae, doorstops, jam condensed into
two trillion tense distributions who can wave!?, and chattering dentures before me,
without a flashlight, we circle the figureheads into hysterics

"Sense Of Weaponry"

they've erected black tinted sheets
ostensibly to keep the sun from burning or to keep our focus in, away from fantasmas

but it's hard, given getzuyoubi to woyoil carking dramatisch on
bao he, attendance, joyeux, to not view it as a rectilinear affront on
ataraxia, hauteur, an extinct life

then again, now then, i'm a peacekeeping missile
and always have been to stay at home moms

"Cooped, Hard Amado, And No Where To Go Looking At El Jardin"

it's always the case
looking out the window here
are the ones i want

"Cornerstone"

gone naysaying throughout cheeyuk come
back coughing at la feria

a presumption issues from custos morum
and its effacing to voluntiers be eternized by doubt, loush, and lack of acceptance

not looking for outright encomia but returns'd be nice

"Spinning Petrol Tanks"

a cardboard cut-out like un dessin anime,
confiscable and enough to wind, waiver

yugameeda parlayed always by marron mumbling
in vaporized imbrications of bricks

what's schlimmer, hollowing out tantrically
or eating what's ingan in miedoso slime?

please wait lieto with the chisiki that one day
the verre will find il ritorno, that this excommunication'll make the papacy blush

"Show Me You're Worth My Time"

erkaltung once smoldering next

odeesarayo in that chema oscuridad?

it's a personal trek to be within lassitude's attitude
raconteuring on the state of lucifugous serendipities

take a stake and afix it under chin
float, sway, il hay, seppuku hasn't seen offerings in legends' time

under the euphemistic aggression of a djellaba
mi augurio is to be a meizin to yi oadin

"21st Century"

let me make it basic.
in this day and age, how then,
do you find meaning?

"Never Touching A Drop Again"

i've gotten used to
facts; such as, "you wont be loved"
but i'm kidding...right?

"Captain D"

given that surrealism speaks to me
let's investigate this further shall we?
i am an anachronism for sure
given that a new planet excites me
and ok, if that's too obscure for you,
perfect example: i hear heels, oboy!
and at the door pause, realizing, no sight,
as in i don't have a peephole to judge
whether or not i should break out, and see
exposing myself in my skivvies she
you only live once, fuck, why not you say?
well, see dreams and see reality pals

So Far

2010-09-22T11:39:00.000-07:00

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"Always Feel Poised As If In A Fancy Suit"

with the finger of fate, i'm accosted by
a homeless man as if coup de foudre

keep staring we'll get this all in unshakably
feeling at our flies

wend then the jactation of viscosity,
throwing forth only ichor and fetor to lies not your own

"Erasing"

i can't stand hearing
the sound of your voice floating
let alone the sight

"The New Front Line To The Moon"

behold the Golden Shell

your wang chao awaits you having to
transform into 2,011 calenders

with this mail order preference tanjun
comes a bewolkt county district; they are the enemy,
waiting your final facelift various

including steep slopes, vlashnee, near
allows the cap to be galkom

and we even have your very own fretting watchdog who,
as janitor's daughter, chewed the retch off problems no threat to the food supply

but animals, caveat, despite protein, lack peow leong
excessively arguably relatively and shifting loyal ties mask what we call confidence

"Warr-Cela Pendant"

i keep your gift there
not to let you know i care
but to show first loves

"My 'Beyond' Is Now About The Alien"

i have reached the point
where i want to make less sense -
it's far more potent

"Floyd, Comfort, and Epic Participles"

of one to be seen with great potency
up until they feel this terminal frost
to understand the role and play it out
most times takes more than we can afford to
he should be able to learn very well
but more often than not...a new machine

"The Tight Vein"

i will never understand the idea:
of impressing someone other than you,
sure it's a dynamite outfit you have
but this constant need to confirm bothers

Work 9-13-10 9-18-10

2010-09-18T20:33:00.000-07:00

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"Maxims Which Merge"

feeling and freedom
have to be my two biggest
virtues in this life

"Call Me"

conseil of the sagaree: watch all sides

once in a while you yi comes sangrieto
and diesmal you made it Hades, took us kilchee to the schottische

the ballerinas you've convinced are prime,
belong to lakazanyeh; i am an ambrosial tootong
that climbs from a vertraut bed of silverware to the soles of my feet

in the swamp the elytron masturbate to
an age old jig cajoling yandaree into a fantasy they imagined suyong

and it's here that conquest comes aknockin' with "dues that re-run whenever?"

"Go On, Dasha Habaja"

regret what ventana you jump?
ufficialmente laced with ajo, your antecessors will pillow never never land

marid b'mohhu, down and out, a warrant like a cormorant
blarney begone from all these lactating lulls

and then so clear the sea whispers, its giaours not knowing what they want -
i among them a sapper with an oligopsony of embraces

you'd chalk the blackboard with a nailclipper's grace,
reduce what i do to simple trigonometry, but doux, you wouldn't want me ballistic

"Why i Won't Live With An Epigone's Grace"

to be here is to
discredit your penury
and make your own known

"This Musn't Be True"

dressed like a coffin or an extracted tooth
loving "boys in uniform" for superheros
to not know frightens, almost as much as its polar opposite, and what then?
perhaps they resist and opportunity retorts back into a jaded box

"The Farrago In Never La La Land"

"fustigate? who, him? yes!"
"Americans are crazy."
"Yeah, I hate them."

questo is the besteck i wear like zarcillos
for a pack of low-lying hyenas

in the ivory tower immunity comes with the price
of insalubrious solitude

and i ask myself which do you prefer kyonggehson?

"i Can't Do This Again, Believe"

i am many things
at this point in time let's say
you don't want to know

More Blunt Objects To Perfect The Anti-Haiku

2010-09-14T01:06:00.000-07:00

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"Around Ten Times Successfully Whatever You Want To Call It"

i guess insert quotes
within the span of two weeks
is enough to Hate

"Three Circles You Think Would Be Easy To Replenish"

whenever i look
into my wallet at them
i get very sad

"Jealous Resiliency"

sleeping to the sound
of two people fucking leaves
me suicidal

"Won't Pretend Not To Snarl"

becoming synchronicity's pig doesn't
take effort when you're ensiform

the course on chido had just been
started: engage, you thew me a win mado

homespun and enorme comes my ransom
making shiitake out of shit back at breakwater yen nal

shame on me cheemomee el enano
eating uvas, a convalescing gerrymander dizen with niceties

jubilee-independence the special gorge
of back-to-back di valore finishing

"My Idea Of Fate And Comfort?"

it's becoming true
i'm a complete slave to it:
Abounding Chaos

"And Yet Every Day i Repeat My Thought At Some Point Despite This"

there is too much work
to be done on this sorry
Earth to think of that

"Crowded Bus, Crowded Mind, and The Passage Of Peoples' Perceived Selves"

an infrared lament radical
out the branch rocking no respect
don't care to be understood and ideas grow
demarche and aediles flounder at blandishing the wake

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