jenifer love hewitt, i’m coming to save you for some reason. it started out as a kind of a joke, but got snowballed into this whole thing where your name is my name too. ALSO, i gotta save neve campbell, so if you see her, tell her to hold on, i’ll stop the evil clones.
remember party of five? what the fuck was that?
The perils of falling through a premature interdimensional wormhole that paralleled the imminent emerging dangers that would to befall soon. In a place like a sandbox world, where dreams pass by nightmares and the natural processes of daily life spill trickling through morning dewdrops on the greenest leaves, blue soothing sky, and a moon made layer of soft sorrows, upheld tomorrows, and a couple of missing nuts. Little nothing noted knots narrowing his spine where he hadn’t noticed before. Gashes, smashes and holey scars were like the branches and trunk. Not a thing of sea nor sun nor space hushed in between, ‘just a little left behind’ from somehow else, some son of a clock.
Where my steps are heavy like they pull heavy chains and my very thoughts of joy or her fairer tales may bring a soft, ‘hello,’ -they are swatted down like southern-west birds. It cawed with a whistle in memory and in thought eschewed. Wriggled bound this or that when this black wind mooned over this morning.
my death was a wail (moby dick ref.)
my life was a choke
my coming was my wife
low and idle hanged
in a knuckle eye rung
quickened trim, rolling dung
of pinky’s fanciful funk
shavey bushes gaudy, germ
slingshot eris’ 1/3 cherub
lockets’ ends eerie wank
for they are hardt, xoxo, ❤
wanted to laugh like mom today, she was making something. made me feel simply mad that i’d gone on this long, without a point.
i go, my goal, you’ll go, and i’ll go, so go,….. nggo,,.:.:^!#%
boundaries and a load
ed grenade launcher
blanks, tiny little globes
tiny fuse, decoy
saw in slow motion
the quiet of my rage
momentum thrown with better thoughts
ones that go anywhere else
drowns when sprinkling
that silent hushing
to say nothing of it, for hitting all the worser
thoughts, before i start to jog
then, count my change
to! for! AND! er, or!
push through short straws
libations. cause expecting someone
at the end.
gat o poke
spanky edge feelings to more turbate
no idea what the note says,
don’t know my ‘f’s in cursive
knotted typos mispels
timid not shy, oOoOOooh shiny,
timid charge up madlibs
shy, barely, rile
breathe of water inf.
springs wonders of a fountain
olive trees cold pressed extra virgin oil
oilspills drift volcanic ash and lavalands rise
i haven’t got a lot to say for myself. something heroic in the wind. another bit sleazy in the undercut. everyall moves Are made with worry and care and silence that’s too much, upheaves torrents of pleads. blank steps plead. Lover’s steps reaps. but the steps are stepped by steps et al. cruelness? of a different meaning of how could you ever? What a weird way to breathe.
Came as an apple
got sauced up in cider,
left an orange tree to
make up a foot-job lazy
Came back by coincidence.
no oranges on the tree. yet
seams along schemes my luck
fell over, turning the same leaf
over and oh… er. Peanut butter & jelly
and pickle sandwich for supper.
Never had supper before… wait, i think,
am wearing a black cock-ring from, well,
before last night. ‘the world may end if
I took it off.’ bruise like a snake
joked because i was rushed and joked
a rainy day.
jerking off and firing blanks.
everybody puns my name-o, adorably.
an icebreaker. easy
…answering expectations. He was scared. Closer toward doing nothing. Anything he could. Fired, slashed, punched, kicked and checked his hair. That nearing of self. Where could I, The littlest things to do. (this felt a little like starting.) Someone that has only lost everything by layers was what he woke up to. Still, he smiled sweetly as if to say, “good morning.” the last person you wanted tell ‘be yourself’ to. The air around him, breathed. The wild unknown, the incomprehensible angst of beyonds, “weird stuff,” he interjected, “i get it. …i think.” then he made a goofy face. how… ironic.
Ma- ol’ chinese; to carry, horse, what? which? mother.
funny thoughts and silly ideas blossomed like flowers in his head. he thought it was a fungal overgrowth once. but he plucked them like feathers and threw them at everyone for the heck of it. you laughed when it hit you usually and was nicer to the next person you bumped into. maybe it was a fungal overgrowth. #flowerpower
…if while like silly thoughts that attempted. Is it just ticking by or those wasting or killing or for what expressions may? left like a cog so like the one that fits right in the grand scheme wants of (things) the poetic innovative ways combo and who am i reallys. Now. Movements, role models… someone else to chime in with an ‘i don’t know either…”
you waited at a crosswalk once, trying to cross the street. Nothing big, just a moment from pressing a button and waiting. Just another way to belittle in a… -all of a sudden it’s like winds blown by the… (belittle as in a humbling)
in such a backwords, lessons my dear
and you surrounded by an impending
something along steering,
a whimper, an echo, a something with a
it’s hard to be when you,
try from, i
Not like trying to win
and next to look like
admit you are
It isn’t what you meant,
because you have this,
when I come back to laugh, and help out is my signal.