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.
global warming meant spicy, like hot sauce, not bikini’s. unless you mean bikini atol, cause it’s gonna get hot all cool. nookie winter is coming. i think it’s just code for the 1 percent to run and take cover. a head start.
so people dying, shootings, satanic variety hour these days. i was trying to write about apples and oranges and accidentally shot through time, to understand subatomic molecular transducing, my strange sex life, and boobies. like the great seals of approval, we got navy seals and seals for the gates of hell. (i try to avoid saying hello sometimes, so i say the f word.) A pink nimbus lingered once and crabs. I talk with people from another day, we flirt. and boom. we always knew the end was near, it was a thing mentioned fondly. i made a conductor wand from parts of excaliber and found an old boot that was in a russian soup once. it was like a countdown. i caught things. i used to run from things because i didn’t give a shit. i’m doing that better. so a strange sexlife can one day be avenged he guessed, heheh. the dorkier i get, the less joy you’ll have eating my dust. i smiled many times today. yaaaay! muster bait. grazi, it was cute of you to try. 8bit megaman was still schooling me on plasma bursts and rush his dog and roll, his cute sister. he ate his enemies and jacked their shit. eat, merge, obtuse tango. omitochondria electrons flat7up crescendo comin in too fast. -from stacata steps of a goofier nonsense. fencing, parrying, countering. he wasn’t good at blocking.
it’s all about the ass. and i mean another thing. i remember an arrowhead to goddess nike and a redcopper penny. my first crush from this line. ..an inch off the tips of her hair around midnight everynight.
lasers!! they shot me with lazers from their mock boobies! he edited later.
Playing the keys so soft, a heavy chord. I’ve felt many many things but the one thing I’ve felt only once in my life in a significant style was beautiful. As a man, it feels strange to say that. You can keep your money and your dreams and your bouts of happiness and contentment. I’ve tried all those and many more but to try for that beautiful life all the ornaments that come up by the waist trickle away. What do you want in life? Just eyeballing it. A cello and a violin. A long life is meaningless in a drowned city with people charring the sidewalks just to be okay. Happiness is as vague as love and I am not bitter.
reposted from black pyramid