Sep 28, 2013
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 25, 2013
i tweaked it, is it tighter? 'which do i love more, lace-art writing our baby,
chili dogs & reptilian men
wearing
'To blind-side God'
T-shirts
the reluctant whisper
DEATH IS THE ANSWER TO LIFE
my heart, A bank for roses
poke in
to look around
but not enough
to start writing
the mammalion of salvation
for this sacred planet
but you don't love me
I could be your tape recorder
your
meaning-less comic
a phat bottle of
how to court an amorous
-I almost said
A. Normous-
scrollings
of
haha!
everyone again -->
I Love
prizes without meaning
this S(k)a runk feeling
plastering clouds on a cool blue ceiling
Hey!
Now
IS the
Art !
smoky-glass wishes
boyish capers of nimbly
Literally
I Love
Youth
the last spending of dollahs
in a script
you could be mounting a horse;
you the rude wanton
star
and
we end up
leaving your
love-bruised body
dangling over the HiWay
for the jagged majestics of ?
-fuck-
I never cared to watch mick jagger but that style works on you
or you work it
so just
know that I am curtail'd of cough syrup
cigarettes
alcohol
pot
all drugs
& mind blowing sex
but
I'll fuck in the weirdly lit cemetary with you
heaping victorious hooks of
CAUTION! DANGER AHEAD
don't fall
this is the end of the suction cup
and
my mind is growing blunt
so
funkAhDellaTize
my inherited dysfunction throws me into social retard
rapped hemisphere mode
Sep 19, 2013
in the darkness
hey - eyes
I'd
been
salting
and bagging
fries
(french)
and feeling
the ming of me
die
while
in the doorway
you stand
wearing
a jacket type thing
smoking minutes
like
silence
as
the back-drop
unfurls
like
a cool feathery
whim
I'd
been
salting
and bagging
fries
(french)
and feeling
the ming of me
die
while
in the doorway
you stand
wearing
a jacket type thing
smoking minutes
like
silence
as
the back-drop
unfurls
like
a cool feathery
whim
Sep 13, 2013
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