Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Altered Assult Patterns

I like to think that when I die,
I will wake up somewhere and start living again
without ever realizing it.
I just feel so comforted by this thought.
It's not thinking of it as an afterlife or reincarnation,
it just is.

The Harbinger of Ill Fated Discoveries: Please Feel Inclined to Disclose Yourself Of New Information

Back door, slapped up shore,
rescue the red pandas to settle the score.
I peeled the potatoes and mashed them up well.
Time for dinner, folks. All is pleasant.
I am but a peasant, and the potato is mighty.
Worshiped like corn, except more hardy.
I'll eat a potato in fry form, pancakes, and as a chip.
I will drink wine or vodka, let it slip.
Most of my life shall be consumed
by potato loving people.
Gather near to me, one and all,
bless this potato feast.

I stepped away from the table,
walked through the door,
passed by the amiable sea lion
cuddled with pups on the floor.
I like that about my house…
as I edge the end of the world,
everything is so wild and unusual
that I cannot ask for more.
My foot touches the salty water
of the coast line.
I pick up the potatoes that have washed ashore.
That somehow god has bestowed to me a miracle
on this dead planet of rock and plastic,
a carbohydrate so luxurious
that radioactive material has not enhanced.
Clean and simple, has roots struggling to grow into dirt;
it is but a symbol of our devastated humanity.

Corn Powder Puff Redemption Services

I need to know from the lot of you,
the scouring crusts that develop,
of mold and mildew clandestine to attack
your nervous system of repent!
I represent the species
of malcontent.
I inform you advice that you
must act upon
or you'll regret.
This is a service of responsibility
to learn the truth.
Linger not in cold waters
to wait for you.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Old Transformed To New Material

so not eat and some have two legs and some have to have frapuccinos and I have been in colchester and the part
Well, i should be any sort of the incredibly fabulous Look outside.
are you from? Me I didn't know the intense history of New Neko Case album Portishead's album art. 4 Use one.
likes the people won't copy & paste things Take the mouse was alive and I just want a muffin is ballooning quite fast.
Oh no, a full of cuts.
i found out this will destroy everything in my MAILBOX ADDRESSED TO ME!
Wow, nature is from Camus.
I guess the cocoon in my head
Just your ordinary goats doing a jewelry because I collide with an eagle in 1989, the way back! Fun!
is the band with the train station in Philly had a truly flawless video has waffles to the roots.
Window window window window colorful window.
I guess this song is atrocious. The nymph matures. Females also as cute yet it
Well, i hope to get to take a picture of that, and then paint them into the gaping wound. The Naked Lunch by Natalie Shau. They are really feel like
I guess my dreams just get stranger and soon
I WILL strike down upon thee with neon lavenders. And peach was mixed with techno, delicacy, and start beating people up.
This is because and Csikszentmihalyi has to play
The singer from the woodwinds to the shark migrates from Canadian waters in cat on the fabulous Look I WILL be the bubonic plague coming back.
Oh, I want to do a despotic universe reclining in fanciful pink is the rose of the dead?” — a fierce biker jacket toughens up granny florals.
He's so confused and vulnerable and his words are still surviving on the drawing will be as much candy wrappers.
Behind the tiny flaws are indeed relative and they travel to.
You better off Casadaga album.
That would be awesome kitchen in our awesome kitchen in fact that much.
This is fine but maybe maybe maybe...
oh hahaha then we have a large collection of dead skin within pages of book is an Instagram Café.
It just had to happen as my face! I can't be helped.
i have a beach volley tournament at gun point, ampersand too
We both can get to reveal all contemplations so blatantly on earth!
Death is fun and all.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Our Lives Meet in Moderation

Without consequence or restraint,
we tint the bars that cross the line of hate.
Mad hatter to the left, eyeing the fountain of youth to the right...
what makes a marriage work is holding your own
at crayon fights.
Splendid runabouts in bathtubs,
nude and laughing, sweat rolls down our backs.
Recline into me
my languid butterfly ship.
Let us set sail into the biohazard sex machine trips.

I Soul Searched for Sudan

Suddenly altered perspective
catching a star
breathing in my dust
through special lung tubes
I met a charming dark blue mass
at the main alter of
the church.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

The Doomsday Trickle

At all cost of catastrophe,
I entropie a curatele trophy of
misconstrued anthrophony.

What I really mean to say is;
I am lonely
can someone rescue me
from this misery?


You cannot truly fathom how lonely I feel.
The loneliness is wrenched so deep
at the pit of my spleen
I beckon please
that I no longer shall be alive.