I always knew it would come like this. a hallucination. an erect calm, alert.

There, telling
wake upwell. Im erect. Im awake. Nothing missing.
Tried to look back into the dream to see if anything was missing as if the dream could
be taken more besides giving me enough phenomena in shufing past the point of
departure into a new reality held close and for it only to begin; all else could not have
helped but fall into line at these sudden-embossed noises, stripped in gold. But was it,
tho dear, enough?
Night prior dreamt of all those colors. All it came out as were this in the shedding light.
Retrospect. Summary, of things. Lost in too-harsh baritone, returned half-limping in
higher keys. I was erect as the gment itself, all running hand along hair, all slight
mumble deafening. Image of beach passes mind. Go out naked to kitchen.
Grab milk from jug in FRIDGE.
Do up some loose strays. Little drippy thoughts, wadding up in some ingathered, very
vague sensibility. As if to drown it all out eventually, I moved my foot a step further and
placed it an angle. Did not think of beaches this time.
Then I went back up stairs to loft to write thisjust to make sure if anything was
missing: but the stain on the midriff on my shirt would do enough mentioning here
vaguely to leave the rest shot, mainlyand then began, as in, to recognize I smelled
like shit, was still naked, and nothing was.
Hallucination, dream, new context by continuance, exclusion of period of time, or period
yet to be. Wrought linkages, here and there. Wrote sad thing. Wrote another sad thing.
Brief existential pang. VAPE-PEN is a buddy of mine. VAPE-PEN will never leave. Its
in-between my ngers right now. Yeah. Right.
Muster something more will you?? Dialogue twists my thing into too much a polarity,
which it needs, unless you wish to say something exactly different from what you write.
In that case write on FRIENDO - - -
the screams tear me apart
i part the river then
only the rock is clamant
to your socks on the oor
only the reeds whistle your seizing
only the lapping water
the sound of your thighs,
but still
the screams have laid me still,
and you on the other side of the bed,
and i to be torn silently to myself
: thoughts lite, easy to
guzzle
light-ows give dawn not ebbing a reality, spur to
ock it all into the open: breathable trees, canopies
magnifying th very balls to wage a msg: some get
angered essentially at widespread, if even plumbed
into the engaging intimacies: my head, slouched against
a pillow in bed, thinking oridly, and that so as to greaten
some partial wiriness: just as one would connect the
sun to the brush and such it lifts: some time thats often
as wideness, makes dejections recipe rather: for time is
really an objection, obliterate to everybody right to their
wrong things, rules but no course of action besides disciplining
nothing ever, duh: it makes an unholy amount of difference, and
with amounts of itself separates all; is draft after draft of wizened
out pleaches, bygone, begging for the bigness of startling words-
-which these, despite the ghost that serves a symbol for
itselfcommenting on the words, imprinting erring
tho wonderful generalities; are
of reason, but not reasonis a sort of mean what you mean
abt the daze of the day on the trees: so shore up a buffer, yes,
enough to insist upon untruth of the remarking lie:
all the small codes some aggregate, o peculiar, likely
day: you is daffy as ends to sunrise, yr ebb a room
ekes out for statement: hitting heads with nails and
stakes and all for the pinhead: yet there is another kind,
another bleated prolepsis to nostalgia that makes it its
own by forgetting the treason of that want to remember
lazy bedfellows all a-snooze in rightful peace: we are
as wakened rocketing, are an emphasis on epiphany,
on places for the names, feelings for objects, for
which there is intent, a ghastly beautiful point, or,
I suppose, mere focus for the lores emanating past
its ghost of an aim straight into lights action after
all, a presence everywhere and a straight-up, quite
omnipotent story: action is never a pathology, that
is, unless harmfully instinctual, and even then story
and event go ssmashed, reeling
over the lm in stock-bloopers; blooming coil;
reprimanded for answers, an impertinent vein;
a secret bloodow-stoppage oer guttural, spent
wile all over the weave of trees there: we are
random lovers,the sunshine a likelihood to this:
we are a bliss without reason and sanctity even
if we develop ourselves within a warzone, or along
as much safety as an empty street at night: empty
state: commune of coil: we: bed in, thoughts
drowsily drifting like as eye-slits, bed in for the
day: but gift oneself in sleep ones own calling
a spade a spade: bequeath forgiveable alienatings
in spite of lonelinesses, innumerable unlled voids,
th delity only, to them that such are the normal
wealths in one: but have us for we: but not for long:
for long: leave the rest to day: tangle up an empathy
for branches
the sun of day sits on like rests.
NIC.
forge an idea / like with your hands make it,
hours spent, the gratitude a gleam
itself, besides completion,
besides the fussy confessions, blunt wrongnesses,
good reasons pointing to bad ones, big blame here:
ruts of consideration: too nice,
be more discriminate, discern evil, or nastiness,
see and do not be blind, yet who
could i be speaking to, ever, besides myself, himself
given himself as orator, to a gusty guest
who happens on this text. who
lies beyond the hilt of its appreciative gamble, saying a truce
unconsciously with compliments and stares and saccharine:
drudging home, he lets himself to thoughts his own
on beauty, cravenness, and o himself,
himself: from seeing me make for myself
a dialogue, starts one within himself, tries
to make it as correct, as well, as
mine, my own so wrong and only me, tallies
of demands, obsessions,
disconnect-as-fury,
low blows and only at an element, worthy
of its very existence. just a part or two of motion,
moron; do not make it all correct. correct
the canyon with aptness-
-of decision to lay secrets like foul blankets
across the solitary edging brune, a
shitty coldness, hatred, makes the thing
alright, positions it as well it could: this
is made of millions of doubts, a cramp
in wrist, a working of invaluable-
-just in phrase 1 or 2, the collegiate rustling
a mere pace for glassy academics, conditions for the ght,
raw planets where a meaning forages alone,
a wealth among conditions for the world to call
a peach truck : here is nic : nic is named
laura. and laughs. he
damns the rest besides the whole, makes noble
nothings cheapen into expansive blithe-
-and running, barrels feet into the mud of doom
while these essential, droll realities roll-
-by, with wagers as they make with your
protection - oh how porously incandescent are
the things we all yell at from the expensive
oods of purity, Message - wanting
our own conduit like the poet has,
our own resignedness to duty and to fate
to be that scrap of nothing amongst all,
that little voice for peaches in a haze
of ISIS .
: sunday, 2:24 9-21-14
my glandular max owns enough
to puff up and shit. lots grow
in this. mess it up more, get
stoned: wry voice, o, make a
man of me: o expose my weary:
o languishing, to make a music of:
ripped buds gone, looked for more:
uh some cat rapped on a doorstep
awhile: cruel night wiped a
little against my third eye,
wore itself into blessings kinda
maybe: gee grow up, get into
someone whos really tired all
the time, let that person crib
in with you and your speculations
of afterlifewash of calm,
lack of being anymore: but how?,
say, uh native american ::
who how [??] relax, let some big
show happen before your other
pair of goggles: the mid-one
aint so much a window tilted
before a scene of crows like
a diamond but the raggedy
sort of blues in that grey
sky, cluttered with clouds
amorphous, deep as a touch
against skin: a thing slid down back,
or maybe not, and maybe Im
just coarsening a metaphor I
have no idea I am creating,
out of simplistic rationales
and sunny ideas about weather:
the man raps : he wants, like,
stillness to rally him into
a reconnoiter clearly daft,
across a few stars, galactic
blurs, and unsymbolic sort of
partitions wailing across the
big eld of growths like fence, like,
like an admonishing earth, late
for season, might tell of warming:
but these are problems generations
of otherll have, and that right
soon :: for us, not much to worry
of asides our selfhood and how
philosophy is strangled dead
debted by not depth but a tiring
of depth : maybe it aint so much
to just be like, some agh world-
weary fuck on his last joint making
calls at some bushwick busstop, or
maybe its enough that it rains,
that one is fenced in by the top
of that building over there, like,
overcome by pollution and touches
against the skin and infections of
nodes, ourishing in lth on the
lobes your head dismisses, pushing
down past temples to the grainy
thrash of yr throat, kinda : or
is selfhood enuff to rap over, &
do peoples love the beat or the
barren, or the inscrutable symbol
a denial of symbols, or the tired
bloke, disjointed as fuck, along
a path a seepage to the sewer as
it rains from a grey sky torn into
night like a rst step of some
random baby leisurely tuft of
touch like some popping-up of love,
unweak as unsymbol, stuff meaning
what it is exactly that instates
a type of permanence held in the
bafing heart like a stasis we
know but cannot penetrate, nor accept,
yet always yield to understanding as
a wearisome truth bones beget and
which, relived and relived, specks us
all into mere lighting round the forest
a city made, of windowlights and
populace, pollution and crime, love
and mate, or mating with mate, or
eggcrate for the matting gone smelly
and stale on a sweaty bed in some
annex, infested with big mosquitoes
and assholes who dont call while
youre right here waiting and looking
up but not thru the cloudiness,
wishing for stars to do their bit
in the awareness, lie about souls,
recommend indifference, and steal
away then as you wish until too
tired and tried with unfailing
denial of acceptance of the outreach
an asswipe universe explains, trains
us to forgive w religious platitudes
or even platitudes of familiar self,
opinions, inner dialogue or maybe
even a dashing hermeneutic, or a
portrayal of language as meaning
only this : a man sat on a stoop
and licked words with a beat, then
called a dick, feeling heat, got
no answer, rolled weed to accept
the rejoinder to the buildings and
their tops, and with a last zzle,
plea, groaning out crows with the
morning, calling the empty day-
-vast with black stars a-wing
across the liberated western fears
of ornate and impressive lack of
care for aws between the wrapping,
lies; between the symbol, aws,
lies; within the lies, recordings of
our discord, a pollution of the mind
a third eye damns out of the way,
while some caress is felt for every
day lit up with energy, untried,
not tired, remote, so then effusive
and delicious as the viciousest inquiries
anyway : : which we would not aggrieve of
nor pick to bits, allow time make us cultures
of ourselves before unpleasant, shrugging doorsteps .
: friday, 7:55 9-12-14
Far off / the exhausted wicked / caw, caw / at
The latest loner / himself been thrown a hurt at,
Lesson in existing learned / far off he does a
Thing / it / exists like the last halt / the delineation,
Description of a range / one of many / myriad /
Sunny winding selves reach like at glow / big
Ramparts / slow bursting out the columned rays
And the sun a wheel / and the sun far off / and
dreadful, dreadful / the listener foregoes this,
Makes a nasty sermon / for his unloving evil,
Him, him and his intractable / blighted ways,
Should have let abuse continue / should have
Bled the crisis for all / it is worth / for internal
Is fodder / wordmeat / it is the fed up / with
Clouds / it is as if / fastly she moved / to
Take arms for him / this is / an honoric to
Doom / that lovely lady / of fright / she is the
Staring / over the incorrigible loop / precipice,
Pure and vain / knowing herself / terror is just
Great / it is the realest / gment of our imagination
That exists / I type slow to capture all the light,
And when the bottle is stoppered / I give the cork
A kiss / she is / aware of own greatness / she
makes music / even in her vanity / to not be
Vain / would be to lie to herself / she is a regular,
Dusted-off / mechanical, / tempered thing along
The lonely wheel-aisle / she breaks / and is
Still more perfect / than gorged nature / off
Its eternity of sophists / philanderers of praise,
Fools, vacant, / the night does / battle with
The sun / created creatures spawn / from the
Drumming sleepiness / of old solitude, a / a
Forgings made / look / good kids still are, or
Is that forgiving / it is starting / to be winter
Outside / once again / the limb-boughs wrestle
With the wind / the chill is proliferate / it is me
Doing battle with who I will root for / or will
Forgiveness forge wonder from its cremated
Dust / must I give only to my own forgiveness
Of myself, / as exactly crepitate / as maculate
Self I / am a wave of birthing / I want to create
A gift / I want to see my beautiful Doom again,
Spread felt and felt / across hurtful nations / the
Nations all hurting each other / it is sad, but
The world will not go apocalypse / until up is
Not fed enough / until truly / the signal speaks
Time / I am alive / in frigid image and moment,
Descending from the glossy clime to make to
Shew, before shewing / so as we might gure it
Out / before the ramparts tell us, / before the
Big music is faced / and everyone is decent,
Everyone, of us, truly internal / truly inside the
Fear / is beatitude / the only rationale needed,
Anyway / is to see oneself a member of
Everyone / while winter because a battered
Panache [Stevens] the mind lopes into the
Darkness to illuminate / is as the sun might,
Okay to trip / its columns down / in the forgiving
Nightfall of space and time / lonely stars, run out,
But run out after / we can feed up properly, ascend
With our darksome muses / o Doom / o pith of life, and
Fear our humanness / how disastrous to confuse these
Things for which we equivalently bleed / winter chill,
Type Slow
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
: thursday, 7:35 9-11-14
my silence carries like a sound itself,
as artfully as can I paint my feelings,
unbeknownst to them will go on lifting
up, and penetrant eye and sorry demur,
rally their skittish selves, cease worry
and delegate with them as to what my
worry is, be gracious, stun with politic,
remind the other of my chances still
with him, whom has so coldly grudged
my failings as to nding or revealing
him with my own sunny insight, so as
to make melt the scum from him left
there to cheapen, well, and I condole
his place, fright-lled, in the berth of
quiet, dipped into a terric airlessness,
monstrous calm to open door to see
from ones psyche-shack, then, wait,
you follow fears, wait for tornados,
you hide in the bathtub with your dog
and nalize your will within your head,
and, when nothing happens, you emit
the doleful and oppressive nothings
which in being more some impressive,
crystallized fright-of-frights, intends
in you yourself to last beyond that
threat, you lingering in fear-dom when
there is no warning left to worry of,
no tornado on expressive raiment,
no terms of other come to in some
isolated moment, they forgotten,
scoffed at now, for as before you
felt damasked, naked, robbed of
your attitude, your adventure with
oneness done, that is, you break
for your own good a promise,
make it shreds, to gure out exactly
what had made you fear so much,
this left in dutch by condential ego.
this left to languish more in scum
for what you did not recognize of it.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
hey birthingman [????] what is this,
great sharkwhale
i am the leaves that whitman magically turned into grass for some reason
i am some weird kinda foyer or something
i am your daughters chinstrap
i am your daughters wonderful cheeseburger making capabilities
i am a pack of cards that is comprised of a single giant card as aggregate of all the
cards in deck, therefore combining dynamic signicances within a static mural
representative of all gesture and spade and heart and diamond and club, a salience to
singularity so great as to whisper the universe within something gurative as open
nullity, sans delineation, interpretation-as-all, down all paths, true to every gauge, true to
a life gone spare and niggard as a broken fence, expenditure zero, thus innite, and
eventually ground all into desuetude by sparing too long to spare at all: or perhaps, just
perhaps, is it a new foison to be found and as crepitate as any and all realities, as the
window to death is an encompassing only conceptually understood, well, so then is a
life encompassed only by anything there enough to be a member of its meaning, thus,
we have life, we have death, yet only in the concept an lively death, for only two so
remote things could parallel but in the soul of one, and not, however you slice it, in its
extinguishing.
: souldeletions, caw, caw,
You know who you are when you discuss GOD
And fouling up then grace me with a silence as
Routine and there as any familiar pain, big gulp
Of nervous, running tacitly between foes, stilly
And renegade, an oftener protection would be
Only as asymmetrical as choirs repeat, big fuel
To sell, regenerative bastard, lovely suits, logic
Somewhere dusty in the ramparts quickens as
A feral, brokenly delirious, subtle-sacharrine or
Praiseful duty to the orange beam would in a
Setting, or milieu, of such chasm grace before
Mere scripture in the stars became just music
For an ear, a block of words that all are similar,
Conscious of what stands out, conscious of a
Big waxing ahead, conscious of power held in
This berth that drags in silence, all along the
Trod, impressive rst, then idiot with sayings,
Then brightening becometh local wisdoms or
Impetus to terminus, I will kill with these words
And die trying as well, at my will there will be
This angsty with partitions rambling stuff of
Season, season and season, and the throat a
Thing stopped long ago across this plaintive
Mural in the fourth dimension, an arrogant or
Felicitous rascal donning ghts for random,
Luciditys a bitch, new thought, new thought,
New fragile things best it could do with trails
Of tales about the chancre in your thigh, moss
The wiggy growth surrounds like rootless hair,
And like a chuck off the old shoulders block
Ruinations grammatically stow the hidden shit,
And nonsense blossoms erratic as a product
Of ways more actual, movements for the mural
Upon ascension to the draft of people, each a
Second thought, after the rst is learned not
Used to being asked; a second life that brims
Over the top with clues squeaking qua kingly
With an air or two, while the janitors of logic
Sway in the wind like a eld of ripe corn, like
A fancy unrealized, like taste unto declaration,
Made realer even by suffering this, o this, o
Kay. KAy
[solitude harmonious.
[dracula seepage. now I'm afraid.
Some previously unknown evil harnessing
Muscles at the bite, sunk teeth to anxious,
Anchor me. Remind me, the collar to set on to the wrist
Like a soothing penitentiary so ruled by uh,
Uh, some massive nastiness
And cold congruent, unguent, altogether
Stunning with a running nose too, yet off the page
Someone goes, making
A bad larynx
The subject for a soul-deletion here. enuff w the horse-do
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
: monday, 7:20 9-15-14
unreal, unreal day
unreal, fanatic day, sea
of breath, sea
of death, death and in scarlet, price of death, taken the gainsay anyway, no wrack for
the left stranded, sea of blood, particle, cannot forge, no forge, no gate for the haunts to
slouch under, they bring themselves no life to day, to day no forgiveness, no evil but in
lagoon, no sense but for the smallest vapor, no innity but of bodies in the gorge, and
then,
commune of gull and ower,
rectitude to make way here, it will, it should:
follow, follow the
breakage of gull and ower from the universe;
follow the acquiescent forge of plant
and matter,
sharpen the universe, as if it
were your own awareness, your
own lanky treasure, your
reach from the
grave to soothe the context with sense,
your seize of the nest particle:
so: i make these demands:
i tremble beneath
the ease of
regimented anxiety, felt
and own, as if in one breath altered:
lost as it is grown, planned as if it were
to plan, while I go on, tall and magnicent, a body
to bear the clouds, and for no universe:
an intimacy still, a reed
of a heart as big as the nalities
imagination cant get,
cannot settle: no
no, no: acquiesce only for oneself,
for the bright hell of oneself is bodiless:
erce and ery: a metaphysical wondering:
look at it all as maybe just, a gorge stuffed with rotting
bodies: crystalized blood
the gull pecks at,
the ower grows from,
Lorca looks at. And then own.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
: saturday, 10:51 9-13-14
For we are human, and the appraising day
Makes of us petty gangs, gives us to too petty
Remind us of the doubtful character, reply to
That, and with a ne-tooth-comb, sort of well
Dance in hunger towards the parts of character
Less precious, and less than remains, and less
And less we see those good grains, we, I, I see
More legitimacy in the shards of bad, and toe
No line therefore between a personal wealth but
Get callous in the understanding gangs of gripes,
Because unseeable, and thats the point. My ego
Gives me to understand, indulge the worser part,
By dint of its being small and groundless. I do this.
And am perhaps more easily deowered by this
Paradox, while we, us, and the other might
As well be someway different, less destructive,
Perhaps, or more
: LITTLE MILE
[live for the weekend and buy grams of blow with your paycheck.
see section A. feel good about going for walks. work thru a long
distance relationship and get through the suicidal shit okay. then
break promises but also keep a few, not to keep up appearances
but you wish rather to keep the purity of your word, which is hard
fucking work. wait till she comes for a visit after super long time
apart and spread some roses on the bed because she likes that sort
of thing. leave oreos on the pillow as oreos are delicious. ride her
later in the night about that time you smoked six cigarettes in ve
minutes as she was blowing xanax to prove a point. go to sleep
crying but remember a few special moments as well and base your
memories around that. see GOD for awhile but then decide it was
bullshit and perhaps just your conscience given a literal voice. see
section A. hear nobody text you for days and understand some
weird nonsensical ehrebung at really enjoying a smoke for the rst
time in the morning as you look out the window. it is brisk and sunny
and the bricks of the buildings look beautiful. think what a day what
a day etc. then actually try to accomplish something with friends in
PARK SLOPE. understand nally that the general agreement is you
whack as shit. then nd a letter from your girlfriend from awhile ago
and feel uplifted all over again for some reason but as for positivity
you do not discriminate. drink horn of sun to erce last dregs. think
about whether you are actually thin or just think you get thinner when
you are really just used to how fat you are. talk to your girlfriend at
a certain point mentioned in section A. while on break for way too long.
sweat out a cluttered subway ride every morning forever. decide to jump
off the BROOKLYN BRIDGE then decide not to. look meaningfully at a
church because you are reading twilight of the idols. repeat a lot of different
stuff at irregular intervals. repeat stuff at regular intervals. learn that those
statements are an acceptable example of an irregular repetition: or is
irregular as regards time only, not difference: an irregular life has less to
do with ber than we think. an irregular life can be as varied as disposition
to pate : : as feeling to brokenness, as alteration altered to fear of change
might comfort one back into the nest of ignorance : it doesn't have to mean
as regards, well, anything : it itself can be ber, a brous ber: so: we scrounge
for something burred underneath the soft netting: crack up: put way too much
weight in your presence at social events : leave social events early or go to
sleep in front of everybody pretending to be passed out : see social events
as a total stressor : don't kno what to do : never know what to do ever: social
events. assume yourself a negative, discomted person thereby. lose all
friends because you dig deep into stupidity to nd a reason for it, think about it
until you go blind, rectify and rectify till all's a mess: is that what you want: yes:
friends are lost based upon too many simpering blasted apologies. really wish
that you will leave a good looking corpse and do leave a good looking corpse.
wonder why you dont think about childhood very often, as in the concept.
see section A. come to the conclusion that fuck yes it is too late to have a happy
one but really come to understand that that doesnt matter as all things are for
a time anyway but then get pissed off about this because you then realize as well
that you are mere mortal and still elds of open grass and oak away from
describing something beautiful or whatever but then also wonder that you
are innite wherein the moment is concerned: and then think about your ex
for some crazy reason because all that matters is the past as regards what
youd want to retain in some eternal rolodex of spite or some shit, or maybe
its just you but you cant reimburse your mom because of all the innite
youre feeling and tell her you cant and she says that is okay but doesnt
mention that it is ok because the advent of your twenties was mainly depressing,
and you there, in room, gnawing at psyche like some useless ape as usual say, WELL
OUT WITH IT, and there she goes nagling a fart out of her ass your mom
we are speaking of your mom and her aggravation and her remnant pain
from a lost job years ago because oh certainly to fail once is to fail forever
and then you as you are young realize the moment is forever and you can
make it a failure and you can make it a wonderful revealing of some big
thickened BLEAR asking for property, asking for sense to be given it but you
cant you cant justify the dread nay [beckett] nor the odd ghosts in your
bathroom that time you spoke to yourself for days and and and so then so
then the weekend promises at least an end to this damned ineradicable
gloom and empty state as in empty and taxing but no state of emptiness no
state of gloom yet here is gloom here is the reections of a man refusing too
long to look in the damn mirror and see himself is it you or is it i or is it all
the damn farts from the woman who birthed you wanting to be the nal
whifng sound as to all of your gutsy failures and drudges through elds
of stone and grass and oak you paint out of a backpack and some green
carpet in your room that one time you tripped balls on a tuesday on
mushrooms and the razor talked to you and proved by its unassuming
nature a very grill to the face that damned long face of a son too burnt
into his own damned house and wired by the damned eternity that sounds
like some resilient, grand tocsin, some priketh ye some dont but ya know
its all just plain forgotten and happy at that, Id live in codes wordless
more than explain this meaninglessness and/or stain on the life of time,
that is humanity: that is growth: that is the paradigm of something written,
written, scratched along the judgments of your moms farting fucking
asshole, your grown ass self, so proud to put on pants, so good at that one
joke made riskily at a party and relished ever afterwards, so good at failure,
happy failure, happy, happy to enter that small crack in the sadness too, happy
to bloom out of dismissal, shunning, happy to mature past the point of
needing a single reason for a fart, an end, or a waste of mind. turn 30.
repeat. [etc] see section A.]
?? . . . .
RAGE on rage on, collapse into morning day like something of a storm, at least
Frightful mist, some thunder bloom / glass incipient of the troubling harrowing:
Some awful precondition. Out its frightful bells: wetly dew paints grass lucent-
-And I rise away from all that in my small cave in my state an eye half open,
My knuckles are red from cracking them on my own jaw very a lot that night
And some banging head i.e. sleep deprivation considered itself and made it
Worse. I thwarted myself continually mind whanging useless and thickly, like
Sometimes i feel like that hamster I had when I was in middle school, wasn't,
That i never named - - - uh, worth, it, wasn't worth it . S'ok it's ok for things
To no be worth it. Don't cry well then here's a fucking cookie Tard. I literally
Just spat up phlegm right on my computer / no joke / I am freakish, & loud
Also re hamster-mortality: I kno it is tragic, my girlfriend lost HAMSTERR
Named peanut. An entire quadrant of space specking thru eyes of that thing
All day . Dont think ive evr done this much speed in one night (lol)
i dont think i should be able to backtalk : this quick speed = religious,
[chalk dust molars fanatical facial people crunch 'em with 'em to dust.
be sure to drudge up spume in the foggy brume some master oater or
for sake of interracial justice an inanimate image of justice untarnished by opinion
or blaspheme. vulgar just for sake of cashing in on the weird honey : dip in there :
of big politics etc anticipatory raging, prolepsis, summoner say : ARiSE ! ! !! :
my girlfriend: she is sleeping right next to the and oh like a lamb she is, right
next to the voodoo-man, shepherd, making us all y thru the honey right into
some strict objective eye, truly naked vision, making commune with image and self. - - ]
She goes on dozing into me and snoring soft like a, like subtle universal truth, or
Somethin. My snot is stuck in the bakc of my skull, i feel, i feel like waking up my
Girlfriend with my hands all over like tidal waves : : i know hamstermortality, to let
The reader kno : it is the wave of arcanum 17 : it is, it is waft of hope, like random
Prescience. Iit is the great like space etc of all, or some completely lazy encompassing.
Kewl things only exist cuz hm i guess they exist for time, like hamsterts,
Hamsters = meaning of universe, its like classical semantics or fuzzy logic:
Supervaluationists predicting borderline cases!!! How many hairs must i lose before
You can call me bald : for the hairs will exist alway / they will, they will scream out :
They will be a thing that is they are the very fuxxx god calls logic
or
[insert pithy statemt] am very jaded
probs why dont have thing
to say or something ALL IS THING THAT SAID
once SAID IS ALL IT IS
just as death is ripoff o life
unffunny growth on back of lungs
YAY!!!!!
speedball thoughts
wow, i am racing 10 cars
with my front legs
and my temples
are nihilistic oh my fuzzy
fuzzy logic no logic at all
the impossible cubes, spinning,
waning, wzing speeding again
IS UH VOID-
-CULPABLE WHO KNOWS
youse culpable, Ise culpable
wese original sin
just as jest of CELAN warned.
holocaust = errydaay,
erryday the birth and death of hamstersMIGHT SOUND SILLY YO.
MIGHT.
There is predicament in falling alone,
there is a problem
there is a thing outside, so uh well-
-get stoned and call
it = oversight. so what now do i mean,
i mean to mean, i am
the planets girth because i say so.
i am a faulty realm of truth wherein ETC ETC
all say i am. as much to declare is
to prosa-cute the
lofty value system of all else. go
to pub. eat planet. do again.
howsoever, i will-
-not play pretend with pretense,
not bother with the balls had for redemptionn,
but know myself as fucked beyond redemption for
not being so as able to communicate
and the wisest logical chauvist for my aims
my ears provoke to life, my lungs
rescind to un-prove , or disseminate
reactions, physic,
i am a dead and lorn and insignifacant
hamster of my doings; am betrayal,
am too in negative, am drunk
wit negatory negations etc ugh fuck
negatory
negative. which is some manner positive
AS NIHILISM IS NOT PESSIMISM UG.
BUT SORRY!!!!
i have gon onwaytoolong.
deep, deep
my sides hurt from weeping I'm so sad
deep, deep
my body is raw to forget itself
deep, deep
I am nothing and this is
inspiring, deep, deep
me senses are a greatness in themselves,
deep, deep, and, yet, still,
I grasp the thought like a thing of earth,
I delineate, I sketch galaxies, I am beyond wonder,
deeper,
deeper, deep into that heartbreak, deep
into the words, spoken silently across a vision,
immanent with it, not as beside as I
am beside my lachrymose bugging fuckself,
sent into the rote of being a new dissembling of this earth
a new creature of some daft little quietus,
some suspended cucumber-cool renegade there at ease
GENITALMEN & HADES LADIES
group wonder within itself and call it a uh uh
badly put-together and uh wrapped badly box of surprises
unrelated to the
situation at hand, an alter-bliss, a
different way to get skrill, just only must drive deep this knife
deep, deep, deep
into the sides of my boxed-in presence
nding galaxies with each nudge of the utensil further
into the wound guts, slathering out and I
cradling them and the scarlet waves
as like children, innards children of a concept-death
and unremarkable facility to dupe creatively reality, and
deep, deep, I nd my styles in the cool
but that of the chill of the blade
and the balls to sunder out of purity but correctly
a last vision of andromeda or whatever
thinking of spazz and heartbreak as if to entertain
and rethinking every familiarity of day
as if it would not pass that way ay ay again,
my senses are a whackness in themselves
you are ivory and wax
and fat and glucose
and your belly is
haunted with
baby grape leaves
and all of the reies
you let die
yr baby is
either goin to be
made of wax if so inhuman or
maybe more perfect than
any human could
be. could
wield with all fat beyond-
-uh hamlets very rub for all
that could exist
by frailty alone exist,
whose name is woman
whose name is all progenitor and-
-conquest of all life.
baby born in a nest
of deer fur and saline
and piss and salep
unknown what will
be of her
saeculum
whose hands will never grasp
for the nerves
dont connect like that
her cheeks unruddied
and skin unscratched
waxy, glossed, and wrapped doubled
harliquin, (im srry) ur piddling child
secundipara,ur called, but the 2nd falls
a little short
beyond getting,
beyond the salience of Hildo Doolittle
who spoke of grecian sandals
who spoke a futile essense
as inumanity that breathes and tells
something of something,
something somewhere off beyond the eld
of the wise, an only great security for one
and some trite laugh of alien other,
and some self-conscious eclipse of word
and word,
with word, and dropping names like rain,
i will not know to go without insane
conditions of your own, for i
am only shadow am
a parataxis and anomoly for saints
to analyse, rebuke and make the more
inuence by the controversial strokes
my own blithe sun concedes, and only mine,
while others know a little , not too much,
i grant you poems with unvarnished touch
to make a strain your own and such is freedom.
to make one more holy
u must circumsize not just
the cock,
but the thumb and the
pinkie nail,
to obtain complete _ __ _ _
you must not
breathe a word of your birth
or your mothers grief
when your husband
takes his member to your mouth
at age 14, you must remember
the sun, the stars, the eucalyptus you
were cloaked in
you must remember
you were made in a mans image
a god gift
and you must, pardon the taste,
think before he speaks
fecal and unholy, and last
remember
you are eutropic
etheral light cathedrals will be
built for you, joan of arc will ght for u
and your mouth, soft as wolly leaves,
will open for him
inuence harries along dustpath,
it is a falling
it is a great gloamin,
across widespread, across plain,
across a desert of diction,
across calamity-
-and on other side of such lays
all befuddled reason.
the moment is a capturing of renegade,
it is the trouble we take
to be sure, it is:
there is something sleepy
and magic in your age
quatortichi i can see it in your eyes
they twinkle, youve grown
to be such a wonderful
fuck esh thing,
the deserts are musky
with men, shoulder shoulder,
sleep in eye and semen squirt
on your golden hair
post-trauma, (im srry)
youre falling in rye,
the irony of that,
no one will catch you
but crass, sunnied hands
of men whose faces rough you
like coral
and cocks which gave thee
hernias, ulcers, prolapse
your soprano lips, your timbred mouth
and trees, thin and ramellose
brush you from now,
combing what is left of your hair
[im sorry] see what
breton says andre breton says
andre breton says andre
breton says is
andre breton says, is
that the only unforgivable
is apologizing. only that.
but time to
dilute the dialogue with
a collective psyche,
asifwewereapartoftheSAMEBRAIN.
thatll ckx
the eminence of meaning, as to
trouble with its understanding, with
a meaning merely true as that
of owers on the pleach.
sip your yogurt,
bask, bask, bask,
maybe crawl out and crack and split
and think of those rantallion stallions hahaha
and you can laugh, and laugh , and laugh
because in the end
the world is just
the same brain
accepted as fact, but unproved
. . . . . .. . . . . . . .
Slash these words apart, greet blame and slash that, grab the bags:
Run from the rage then, drum up some possibility for fuel, beat legs
For leagues. Message after ye with a bat, wont get a thing so. But
Kicked up dust hell cough on, sweat drooling, nally fatigued: marigolds
Fooling in the wind around him, agh, long day: we run into the Pome
Later: nd it sucking on a sugar lump in some coffeeshop, well, money:
Who knew, who but the pivot nally: as drain groans a fable like a job to
Do. Shit twists with ood and the seagulls berating lend belief at it all with
Solid statement, caw, caw, wishing, duh, To Be Done With Message
Of course, especially one that some brine of heart sloshed up: some
Reticular wisdom like as hair, hateful : some weird gloss over shadow
Dims the bald head, the bald Message - the crested ol bigot furious
Yawp yapping damnable in that there roast for the father: big squeeze,
Squeeze of animus. Finally, down the block of stillness, down dug into
The brig, obstructed color, rigid air, manic doors, kids laughing at him:
Little Mile : : feel it all over again : what answers can we get to as regards
You fully: an elliptical, maybe? Or trash, or earthy disarrangement, dirt,
Particles resulting in ipop, wages made but unfullled for good? Or
Maybe marigolds !! Breezes coming out of their loops into wiggling weight
Themselves, hulking as cathedral tunes, heavy with ambiguous threadiness,
And that holy torment of an ever-guring progenitor, professor of the
'Message'black & bleakagainst the righteous curiosity, ol' puff-head, ol'
Apoplectic, Sorry For The State Of - - and dese homeless parties of the
Sad. The sad chase, the chase as I must do is still solo. But grand, the
Hemophilic re, the rusty brigade o pleaches o daffy hair, dummy cunt
To stake on cosmic sex, just a blowoff: still. Then. Little dragoons whiffed
It up anyways and blessed the fakery past mythos into real, made a great,
Big sepulcher for all 'em fathers: all the risks at tacky jive: lagoon: great,
Great swoon of brous living out the duckys little murmuring in the mud,
Tump-a-tump with buckles o swash : #dgaf : yet is we da pirate , as in ,
We is , we ah make anything magnicent and say it is that and leave it
So. We. Croon and wait for that swell damned musics dish to punch big
and soft into the pillow : we: meet poetry POETRY POETRY POUR IT ALL
And soft into th. pillow. We. Down a side-street : have a bafed-eye a sec:
Din in the den gets closed the sisters ears : think some nature-shit: stfu:
Bucolic site there wispy girl : pencil neck : root , , , for Image-Pleasant:
For you that is : root for the Panjundrum not, in his anger-yells all daffy,
Deadening reasons for the noise, amplied like a big [bracket] to the side
Of something, past declaration, past the nal honesty and towards some
New squeamish chuck of ew-grease out of my bad throat : 'Message'
Attempts to toughen with - providence, it feels, it knows - of mere scraps
Of itself, and then I emit new strings for my shoes, frayed knot, couple
Stoners ranting in a parking lot when one sees a human innim and ees,
From eye of him : one states the [bracket] as annotation even though it
Supplies nothing : mere notation is as much enclitic for an indel sense
As rhyming to behead borders of rhythm with timing , adding meaning
Like chaff at the end while a sprocket ebbs out then 'splodes at once, a
Gathering of mite and ngernail and bedding shod in the cracks under
The bland couch then sets aame, burning down the garbage, which is
Everywhere : police police : fuck da : : whelp : lost musings only whelm
As much as one is willing to go rapidly , that is, will be as quality as the
Quicken, enacting some different statement thru defensive natures of style
Like Declension : Logoaedic : parse the thought, then let it run before the
Jello melts, food gets cold: picnic raped by ants. Premise of the rule. So the:
Uh: bracketed, shufing fragged things dole more out for the warmness,
As in, have something mean what it means, leave it at notation , make the
Final well and, "End like a spear, not like a broom" - - Well, who knows
About honor: maybe just to prove myself I will right something really for
Awhile too messed for the husbandman to mould with his ass: drop the
Incisive manacles, they get my wrist bit with copper: write to right a thing
You never mention: madden out copper tongues: make demands about
Stuff you have no idea you are actually talking about: but that's not going
To mention itself either and is perhaps what is missing for the right reasons:
So why yell out proper tongues if that is all tongues want is their own voice
To hock a spray of legit logey sniffed up the nasal psg. and out into the
World. Well. Garbage burns itself to slew. But you like that. You enjoy
The mesmerized epiphanic trumpeting, priketh, prike prike : nasty uncle,
He was , and a bald head a sunshine away from DEATH-LAZER. Stun,
But be stupid as brick. As was said, I speak to reect mirrors in darkness.
Should be obvious. Maybe this inkling of nding a new way to speak'll
Dart straight for the rst reason to pant and wave commodities at the sullen
Sucker-tourist upon losing his next day's provender at the hands of silly kids.
DeMand: Wring rungs out proper tongues, lick pompous, drone on in thatt t tt t tt t t tt
Stat o thing: status of thing: state of things: rut t tt t t t tt t tt t t tttt tt t t t t tttt t tt t t
Guts me : feeling int I feel nothing but in hole: & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & &
Still the great compilers edge more into the fantastic, learn to eat it along with
The tragic as one happy meal. Eventual blossom, hoping Mary and Ed ride ne
Off into the sunset, cans tied to the bumper clicking like clich: Jesus is sick :
He tells me so much is at risk here : then again, who could harbor such a feel
But Big J or Yeezy : : well hes a prick : thats why you shouldn't music so much:
I dont listen to music nomores: even youre tarnished bc of all this harlot noise
Attempting heaven, & whatnot : WHAT? WHO THN ?? WHAT THEN ?? So
Fortunately, Im Done. Getting into ye head. Im already there. Felt random &
Also, tortuous pressure spread keen thru label after label, waiting for sustenance,
It was given, as if words could ugh the body with ugh : feed me with 'don't' is
What the character 'Message' means. This sentence means it is myself declaring
A sentence. That is what it means, and the Myself in it shines out of that part of
It like some beautiful renegade oxygen, a distillation more perverse, a naked way,
A death of all that damnable stuff we got our heads warped around in like some
Exquisite Fucking Turban [tho false] tho, maybe drunk off picked points smacking
Of defeat, well : : : such's to give up meaning at all - - MESSAGE _a t_ _a l l_ [?]
As if words could damage the body : does language uh have one string it can plukk
To stop the heart?[.] Or does it all. Well. Uh, lose weight: is it a fascinating receptacle,
Or mere extensiveeverything: Do You Believe In God. I wouldn't be
Able to give you anything for jesus, much less Jews. HAve little idea what I believe.
Belief is odd. I think I believe in, just, being chased, you know, for thievery. It's a
Saturated L.A. sun like in this song by [The National] it is called "Pink Rabbits." it
Is really damn good I remember feeling like the string to my heart almost cut that one
Time. But I couldn't tell you anything a medium in some spooky curtained shop
Wouldn't be able to perform with a bit more erggh 'air' well damn I despise air write
To construct a core or write to DeMand to write or write to right something wrong w.
Your sister's [hairdo] or write about strings. Write about all the strings. What all of
Them would do if connected THE WORLD IS POME across the globe. Don't think
There'd be much room else for people. Well no worries then, youll steal hunches till you
Cant even breathe a thinnest wisp of sister-air. Enjoy never guring out anything. I
Like to tip-toe but that's no way to run , I gotta say the world is fucked w/o a point , , ,
The drain is really sick [!] w. all this ood it might as well be the guts of garbage
And the rightness of wrong , of the failed and of lineage thru language do we bring
Our own booze do we sing some amped version of the obvious soullessness everybody
Gets to grate all over everybody else like some annoying sadness too small for this
World, too inscrutable to be anything bt what it is, what it is not anything, as POME
Is words, not ideas, get subjugated by need to buddy up with certainty by corroborating
This or that line with another, breaking another, letting pennies go slipshod thru da
Grate, while all the while mighty confusion rends a new surprise in plain polished sight,
But o the bees in my gut wig out more folly but as plain to live and hope by their ruin
To bring the ties untangled, yes, state the statement-as-goal, martyr a few mirrors thru
Indelible mistake, ending Kierkegaard at Democritus' river etc. NO WE NEVER
STEP THRU THE SAME RIVER TWICE NO NOR PERHAPS ONCE, anyways,
The bees escape nathless from a pirson-prison. In spite of all this oppy otsam,
Like some weird torture. The stingings bless, the robust yellow ow mitred across
De backs uf'm. And I still considerable, a regular pill for the unagog men still seeing
Me unsightly, some lack, some twit, some spook : er something as like, as what god
Makes of his leftovers in the afternoon between jobs: but me young boss: HOSS:
What?, zooks, gain, what gain 'questionmark' nothing an adorable steeple could not
Bring together as all us wonderful people together rise them, these middle ngers-
-Pointing up UP UP, run with lacking, then, fuck, huh?, shut up, suited only to
Sslipped phrase, the bank account gets canceled & yr out on the streets with only
Luck and Fucks to feed you. Wiring runoff, shattered, wrecked, fetid, but all of it
So Human that nobody seems to mind: neither of those three words can understand
My theosophy, nor gainsay, I'm too cryptic: : fault fault, fault fault, thwartedness-
-But still continuance, shorn but not straight dead. Lucky but suffering. What a bore,
To get brought in by force, to the party, snatch a few lichen, press against petri dish
To make dialogue unheard of or no at the party what this is about, this sleight of hand,
This emotional screening we seize up and clench our asshole to forget about, rot in it I
Say, row those sewage tentacles, mandibles, new legs from the mess, new smack to
The veins, new shot, lessening as day and eyesight, NARCAMNARCAM.
Ruin stake [valuesystem] bless me achoo gradient risen sceptic collide me w truth,
Ruin stake dress me up in my garters and delirious falbalas at table, valuesystem,
Run to the ruin: make stand up puppetry the rotary: vast tracts of time enable the-
-Child to believe he is innite. Child god goes wishing-wishing at peak, wishing
To see: you ee from denition like that stoner guy from earlier all the time, you
You let the questions mysteries bleed out thru yr fanciful cufinks: drat: quaint:
Wanna bleed staid blood. Want to create the hurt that must hurt, that must come:
Just to have some control, as elusive blood, got to pour lopsided from a precious
Wound : : we gaze into ourselves and do not speak, wondering what batty thing
Happened back there: we go wishing to dash away performance with a little more
Laze: 5-year-old Genius. But yea. But, with you I shufe into someone free. You
You see the curtain and you know the pianist is behind it nodding off into overdose:
You are knowing what curtains mean and that curtains rarely help to cover meanings:
You realize there is nothing to peek at nothing to see so you shrug and go home to
Your death, ever-approaching some more-appropriate redness , , , but the redness in
The West , tho. What's with that haze that looks like the hoarsest GLARE of all:
It is the shot in the arm taken too breezy, brought you to the nale, the glimpse then
Recession into embedding blank blankets of so-and-so upon your life, weighty big
Deaths greeting you with comfort, delicious sating of the lorn, and raggedy willful
Bravery so long perceived like an animal, that is, now seen so much to salute. So I
Have access now into your maze : it is dangerous here : bees go grinding against the
Gut. Entrails that trail haphazard underneath everything forever : the ighty frolic
Of your hair, sister : good on you for nvr doing hoarse/horse. Your hair that speaks
In looks looks like the bigger maze, the bigger harder hug to give one day when just ,
When things get better: just so one don't get bitter, what from examining all sides of
The same pipe dream. DeMand, and makes thus bigger dissonance w. me. Say me,
Of your aspect, at base, nothing less, your talent is my name and sister-curse, my uh
My name is one to have in spades, you gotta have it so it radically disappears under
A veil mentioned elsewhere in full wherein the chase is always and never the point
As your legs, extremities exist by the disappearance of a prior location, or some
Name, some name called death we get into other ideas 'bout. But it is a lost name.
Bu I cannot bless more than I bleed. Whatever that means. Perhaps I tell
This to others, they do not offer but stares and blinking : oh alienation : what an
Easily dismissible thing : REAL PROBLEMS hah : in that case, those girls
Kidnapped in Nigeria're having real problems : suffering is subjective & hell
We, as In I, Race Towards It as anything the wiser, wise as answer, jus cast answer,
Jus cast ANSWER:- whatever happen to be, jus quake out a few inappropriate
Inabilities in front of anyway, including meshing: hear aspersions there, here
And there:
I say, if one feels pathos then uh you know the whitest lash
fuck express it, fuck!, dont you painful on your brow
loose the snow came,
bother with a perfect shape as the clad in crammed houses families
shape you have is naturally a very frown at homies, themselves children,
improvisation, imperfect as a sky made random and the same
as all storm, asleep akes
or something, like, one sky, just made like me to feel like an actor
one. i guess, uh. that is what i make like to me
guess. that nothing happens if we within the thin walls,
while bruised dads glimpse the hood
are indifferent or something. give in rochester, barely guap to eat,
to obsession, passion etc. then uh my father runs into a grand jizz
what followss a thing the greater on the way back
captures it and puts it in a safe .
for therapy. write on for therapy? his father was a vato,
well fuck yes. do it and do it and gift-wrapping raining down
do it. i like channeling whitman , , on christmas, wanting to capture fame
and getting the pink slip .
cuz ita means wealth, like, iduno it was majestic, slowly he
i guess like, [vulgate,vulgate] it drowned in throat cancer, later. my dads hates
is freewheeling all over the place christmas but at least he caught
a good fuck in childhood
and without regards -blank- see yu
kno, i cant write on tumblr atm bc
something is wrong with my uhhhhhh
keyboard. it doesnt allow me to , ,
delete the space between one anddd
another line. so i am writing this
to you. its probably not really i
guess to interesting just see that
innitesimal cube understood so , ,
uh, distantly, as me here, in this
room, hanging out with whitman! as
in i see im, right here. he is in
the corner smiling to himself bout
some private meditation, mostttttt
likely. have you gured out this
is a msg in enjambments yet?, you
are really cool and ring out , , , , , ,
despite, right?, whether or not or
maybe regardless. PART II : : : :
ERHEM: fast sadness folds in a toilet like down it you know like those soothing squares,
gulls take to the particles after response to command goes lagging, and the aqueduct
explodes lter to lter after longing for more than garbage could recall, prideful trash
garbage i done made myself blind blabhah i done made a bad hither, done dash right
into the fount of degrading. i feel very such things as i feel and call them detritus still.
i am monstrous i am - big eye, i can fuck myself without any charity-help from anybody.
i am to call myself things like topaz once the giddy girth sloshes within a pictureframe's
modest dimensions, and the sharks while snapping snapped alive by the implied sort
of movement given only to starkly imperishable images that lighten you up at the art
show. well its time t-to start from the start and start a movement founded on a ginger
ignorance of other movements. is i-t: is time to start from the beginning of focus way
past bemused glance, ripe glare, teeth beside themselves w cavities of roe and garlic:
its time to inaccurately anticipate something, like we knew it was coming and wanted
our surprise to look nice. anticipate the perfect slur, nd a wide audience for that: it is,
uh, time to enact maelstrom considerably, like, lofted above the saddest cloud's
drenching of itself: clouds they are clowns : be sure to recognize the hidden voice, what
rattles us is not the mystery of how and logical wherefore but in transmuting some odd
warfare of a distant crud's nding, that is - - - it is not what links but what is explained,
which for me is the distance crud, or clod, i call planet : am i a part of it or do i depart
from its frequent accusings, importances, rudeness, and at commodity, material, or
just shattered booms hailing the demise of precept got so infrequent that one, less
righteous, is more thru the confessional of the lessness, a lesson : us, , rule, , : the sea
like an antelopes stride is, that is, like the picture purely between man, shark, and sea,
of slopping sides over the frames of the picture: something by movement not volume,
by not expanse but a few its of eye - big eye, - regardless of bigness it is, is and will be
there for when the ranting stays, crucial delectable bizarre 'mischance of machinery'
while the self goes further out, taken by the turning tides, and then yet this is a bit more
than mangling the heart by placing it on sleeve; this will always be here, distant, or like,
remote!, yeh, better word!, you will disassociate whatever from whatever, [editttttttt ttt ]
from your blinding clarity [edit] : : you will take an eye out for the bossman cannot : since
wills black as char make the crud, clod, dusty clod, a piece of crud: "shouldn't be so
hard to have a nice day." Mutter and grimace. wake up to totally remove yourself in
the only way possible, that is, from the world of dreamstate: and piss dole me a new
self of yuck and maelstrom. PART III : :
drying the die out of to play craps . or somethings like pinochle of life itself, shouted
madman. made anterior who wants the soul who wants it made outside of use I see.
something / something digs for a very hinting it goes like something as must to stop,
as much to save the world as self by saving declamatoriations [!!!!!] declarations yeas,
declaiming . / well go ahead and rue the ensuing bratty corps of lifers whom stake
much on image / nada -rtiet- [edit] editwrite made something is^^^ within that words
them words something letters inverted salamander-language seen spanking new by
breaking every rule, ruling over breaks like you had more time. / discovering the body,
etc. and it all makes you want to imprint on the wise world some attmept, to do more
by removal of sense if sense is not snuffed out already by now in this senseless world,
just going on and on!!!! to the creakiest hints shufing under oorboards like captives
from the bad!! quite the soul search. make more inklings, don't harry yourself, I say,
to discover a bunch of cool shit, also, uh, master it. master thinking in language. maybe
i always never did nitpick and nitpick only yeup that is me I knit together the nits the nits
are scratchiness, a scratchiness. then I think about how nice honesty is as re the slow
deliverance or rather sparing of us all by the most high / as by and by,, we grope for
some bigger socket to launch a sensitivity of me I we errybody into, and me and ha and
ha. ALERT. cannot diverge ALERT ALERT ALERT!!! Whoop show./Whopp whoop
whoop, cant but take it down I wsiwiwsh i wish i was blind, i wish the rails werent so
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and believe till the growth gets funnier and then throw it away handsomely / feel it run
like sand thurr rthru your thru thru you[edit]hrought your neger.s ample tome, im ean
time, to write, requite certain disposable nothings like a big random power/ mind goes
and glowers at itself again. ah you kno. broken triangle. anything broken becomes an
angle or many. a ziggidy line or somesuch. / so break a whole, rift it to life as some
ziggidy line. some sorta line that breathes with uncaring for anything like information
but retaineing formless form as if your occupation was with something else/ let relax the
strands in you ankel, let the angel fall my dear / dont deny it / yur a good person,
dammit. all the se facile blunders. all this. these stupid years of making. in the making,
or just making, about too. etc. greqat. great magnicent quiet [edit] is that which i search
for and make and build into the most complex geometric shape for good / only to rift it
and - - make what people would holy-fy even more bettr than the more better it was /
bby oh how you go on concealing pleanty of plaintiveness. am i nice ?? so what if you
are. youre a stara special star . . . yr starved, strande line you ssay you are a bulk of
issues you say you dance like a man made of things .. light as wing . dwindle. wind. light
as wind. so much so much to destroy sitll. my eyes need more blurs t[edit] to in order
make everything wrong rightwise. foreget aspbergers. or any label / speak pretty
manes rufing sinousity in wind. / a bloke with ow / gnarly [edit] speak charlie stude
the sirfur, charlie stud is he who rides the wave, rides wthe wave in /by just meeting wit
ha hello and a hahaha at ripe ombustive ripe combustiveness at / a large offense / or
somethin-o-that
why [edit[ do people
lie??
why
just to defame.
nito. thats garbage for you and do not
dispose yourself / uh / to uh
disposables adn do not feel like what the yssad said sad that was
what they said, so many complexes,
so much freedom from them at once, to truly not
care is the hardest thing in the world
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POME33
i predicted this would be unpopular before anybody else did,
my nery is nery and im out of ink made,
my disproportionate level of effort to conceive with talent is ludicrous,
i am as far away as ever.
my mind cracks like a whip against the slab,
my spine is scarred,
my guts i tangles, my caged feelings nicked subtly subtly over time
they aare ragin dulness now
they are crept syllogisms into the piece god wrote
for himself,
little aliv stuttering bleeding crass and visually into toiletbowl
of god, gods shit
in my head muttered to translation on pge
page [thats what i meant]
no [aa]
fukc
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POME32
wake up wake up wake up
im sad so what to do about it guess ill write soething
i feel like a really overly cool person
i am the volume of valentines written to my sister
shes a just great sorta person
i live within gesture, jeschur is my conretion,
i juest. jest i just jest, i feign
company alive,
as if i had company, no, my gfs in canad.a
^^^^^reference to avenue Q. gotta
stop being out there like i am
everything goine wild- convo that pushed into head was that<
drag ciggie,
wkek
awake / acciednental horizons prim an fancy
with frilly nothingnesses all over them
strugn across the tree that is denitely not a 90's rom com montage
when in the life of release,
you sin an sin,enjoying
emancipation. but its lie 'world in brain'
collides innt o this seagulls winged shiftienss shiftiness
theres an orange a piece of one on my keyboard
its really small
im pissed off abt it
and im streessssed abt this ash growing atop ciggie
drag
ciggie
wake
sleep up. na ill keep going.
that soundd ed
kinsda like a ENd??
maybe. or maybe it was just, like, the true beginning.
i like describing change because i hcage so little of myself
i like describing ephemeeral bc im permanent
like a concept / or reason / or ungiven demand.
it makes all of it a tangturum
tanturm
TANTRUM
IN YOUR NNEEED
RIGHT IN YOU R NEED
IT LETS A FACEET OF EXPRESSIONS EXPRESS ITSELF
SOMETHING LIKE DEJU VA IS HERE
[EDIT] [DEELTEEETE] [THIS IS BRACKETS, AS IN WHAT THIS IS WITHIN IS
BRACKETS
LOVE SUBCULTURE AS IF IT WERE DOMINANT. LOVE BLANKETS LIKE NAPKINS,
US KLEENEXES,, AND NAP ON THEM LIKE BEDS. FORSEE EV3RRTYTHING.
FEW SEE
FEW SEE
FEW
SEE
everything. FA FA FA FA
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POME31
ive been censoring mysef since
the day i was born, i have been muttered badly
by the press, i have a look in my eyes
that troubles others, drink the drink of human and
parlay a instancee repeat its sultry self
in theck night. move on the cop says to perdestrians,
therse ntohing to see here but an old innity,
the new one around the corner is much better, yet wherefore.
this is a less selfconcious pome.
this seagull is a mystifying keyboard
of euphony and pared wisdoms kept
in the incubating sun. i smell tar, nd myself burning
in myself.
no way would i tell that tao [to] anyone
like facking you know, its too much garden
for the beautiful weeds, theres
too much garden seemingly for a few true weeds.
mess my ingratiatingness, clean my
dirty freedom, non-obsequiosu ma, look ma,
i man. IM MAN.
man enough to change a tone buefore it complete s its repletion
and makes bign
BIG GRANDNESS GRAND,
and makes a l a law of cranial pursuit of releif only cranial
if only.. i have mustard on my paper napkin-
it ahs has been in this family for ages. im erratic, eorotically eratic.
ononism is blueballs. but spiritually.
like those cuckohld guys who get off on their wives cheating on them.
weird,.
this izs called me degrading forever which sort of defeats the purpose.
i want to be in the belly of the sun.
now now, come onnow, be aovr.
BE BLAFLAVOR
i dreamt of my friend and i eating pizza.
it was weird. we werr ein an elevator. super tensuous.
it nearly fell. thats on my
mind today. being in that dream elvator
and eharing the wires kinda bargain for slack by eeking lke wives at rats
making a metallic sccary sound. also i was on a reality show it sucked i hated it.
everyone was coddling me like a super star.
it was the worst dream that anyone has ever had, not including myself.
i just dream of the worrst shit ever so comparaitviely-
-everyone dereams betterr dreams than i.
asserted qualication is basicaly negation. it is an assumed order.
it is an empty hand lled with what you will.
it sis the bastion of all love and braianful peace
brainful
peace, peace
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POME30
eat my carnage.
eat taste alright.
sunken doleful, i sink sink sink
im depressed. [edit]
gona say edit when i change something so at leaswt
im being tarapsnarant
transparent
thi is gritty shit right im sso here and now
i m so soul i m out of control yadda prat goes on prattleing
deserve ettention. like really deserv it. reach for the handkercheif
bc im about to tlel you something,
its raeeaddly readily made for your sdness,
formattied for it,
here goes
im sad.
see that wasnt so hard.
im sad im sad im sad. shoudl
there be some sort of catharsis ??
am i lled with someuch silence,
that i must speak ??
well alll is in the attidtude for sure.
i cant know how ill feel from one
moment to net he next one doe.
not anybodys fault [i rescind to thinking
lesser thoughts, whatever comesr
rst after all [somekindaeditnot sure]
wierd.
im not feeling sad . nonononoononno
i really am . something divided m
in me when i said tat/ that/ uh that t i want sad
bc i ma ok HOLD IT
why are you trying to be this person
that is the other [meditation, i thought about that
for a sec]
why inhabit thie other hmmmmm
well
what would happen to myself.?
i wanna see
waht
happens
to
me, man [uncontrollable urge to have a space and thereby create stanzas
are i
i already uhm *** i have already done that
befoere i n this [edit, i am going to add lines to the above now^^ with the present now
inhabited between the earlier above and below. this is the mechanism of time quotha.]
but you remeber: i said no.
i said NO NO or some sjiber gabber, and there was spaces.
this is too cshitty even- like / for stanzas to exists. it has to be on its own as won singul
fang thing]
[NOW BACK TO WHAT AI ROTE WEARLIER it is below, right [edit: add 'after' to 'right]
after, at the end of where i say sentence [edit msipl] at the end of this sentence
theres my carnage. there u go. missed that probly ,,,<<<just edited that pary too] i
added apostraphe when swore not. in therse'''
forget it i cant possibley record every single schange in moement. unless i write very
deliberately and slowly as if ion a permanent typewritier wwithout the erase part or
somethign [edti] &c
to. lik fck. and i swear every iedit i will document,
tryingh to nger the lord itself
aint easy,
theres my carnage.
eat up
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POME29
next god will wantign us feet in us shoes
us will retaliate into becomeing for real out of complacent shelter
the beat of the throb of the meaning of the throb
the lack of sadness or the hsband not non-
or the carrying on of the man in the snow,
the ritten handkerchief designedly dropt, the local cold summer somewhere
and all impressionable, changing as change changes states
and mongers dissolve into the noise, the pettiness, the ocff
cofns that we put on our table and call a receding hairline,
we are born. we are clarity. we ar aclarity an d ahave
have a fetish for stepping stones
im trying to lift up my ciggie
so ash doesnt fall annoyignly on the computer/ vamp up ramparts
that blow up with sightlier brains,
preetier conniptions, overdue results in a tantrum,
mass reveal, looking sight up in dictionary,
found inanimate ovbjects, objvious blues is conveyed nonsubtle to friend
but the sun still rises. we still rely o nightfall
to get wasted,
we blare music, discrepant cchords of melody disturbing by volueme
raather than the -non shitty which if heard
correctly would have complainers on their kneews, i feel good news like christmas:
i let christians have unsightly fun in bed
i man you know i man., and man us
mans us with condence-as-weapon, a true UFO
singing lazers across humans whom are asiftly burnt to delectable crisp
something about aliens eating humans for food makes me horny
is that weird?
i
am i a cold hearted sociopath, am i erratic
from a fathers emotional fumblings ???? or perhaps i am
an anomoly, maybe i never matured out of blood thirst, thristy murdr yumm
THIRSTY MURDER would be a good name or something
na
na na
na
na
na it aitn uh / us / aint subtle uenough
how now brown car [delete] canned rides like zippycars
disposaalble cars. just throw it in the drash
[dash] and let it be, leti t it be
garbage -honey head.
dont worry ill get to why i think it aint sbubtle
its not idiomatic - THirsty MEudrder [delete]
i say, has interior rhyme. too obvious like the aswer to the meaning of life,
and droll as a cute cuticle plukked just the hard rightness enough
jusy the heaven enough to be / not too comfy / lying prone / in the zone. moan .. ..
END
END
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POME28
Abruptly everything makes sense as in
it is a freeig thing, i tis a monster, wathc
watch
what things come out when u arent looking
and suddenly there there. as in
you rst, never me rst.
someone put s another thing rst curcially
while yu are and everything is their s the noticeing is
everywhere is given them round of plause
me my mo
ahhh. i am estupido -those who dont kno thats spanish
dont knoe if thats quotable,
mister pink is dead, shot in the head
still amazing,
wonder if he was smoking dust
heis ame woas quentin tarationo had a beautiful mug
till a bullet lodge-d
in it. like death must be abrupt too.
a mixture or mixing up thod.
tho.
THO.
facking people in the lane over wont stop swerving
see thats quotable but i didnt put quotations in that time
shit my hearty breakfast meal is oever
time to eat more and more breakfast / for all eternity / sculpted skin lotion
pretty democt shit r
pretty parties. thats all. thwardting feel in
feling thwrted is a surpsriset thats abrupt too will / i will the will / to will
if i added inetoher will
;anotehr
another will to that he dowu
would ave been redundant
will i will the will to will the will
ok. lets examine this ****WERKING*****
if willing will is itself redundant. .. or wait.
ok.. willing will means you are willing to access your will and assert it.
so it could be like,
willing to remove doubts about willing will and deciding will the will to will
but youre not asserting that its deep within.
is all redundancy just what happens with doubtful things ???
who knos, but my nose shittttttt
deviated from the septum, it went out on its on a nd got a job
just like donut holes left their precious donut guardians.
small like
you knno
ww
samall likttle donut holes / so precious / so indivcative of something greater.
something greater,
for example how frail everything is
and need be / jobs done, time for next. coffee.
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POME27
express yourself out of madness
run into the sun that is a demand, be hotter tha n thae sun,
drum the way your heart does
your your your
youre your is interesteig today,
it ays around like a banshee, trims intelligent instinct.
all these are words, all all words
objects. bring me the cranny most local man.
drink its vacancy like a ne schampagne
brood over the loss of hchampagne gods their holy beverage is goene
im a goner. i will not cease
till ive doomed misyslef. your your your
misees the poisnt. poison
attracts people, but NA is about attraction rather than promotion
but it is no poison.. blesse me, its kinda nippy.
forgive the curse today.
over and over again you forgive it is the only tway
the habit of feeling the weight of the world is like picking your nose
you chip away,
you chip away, you want to chip agway,
aghast, at light seen thru the daarkessns
till all is darkness and septum deviated, sucz.x
man o man. what a today day it is beautiful.
gonna sit back and writ foerfever
my lif ahas been the poem ai would have writ . but i coul dnot both live an utder it
thoraeau
havent read much throurreau but wanna
read walden / classic / classic just like poop jokes,
gruff is thi linear, smooth incandescence the erratic and bad,
perhaps this is the equivalent to a blue collar poem
by dint of its way of being,
even tho-
-itd be over heads / hell, its over my head / i wish i wcould just
whip / this thinking in vers [bloom] thing intyo mshape
or atl east mostion. at least motion. at least
Kmotion.lockomotion. fragile peice of scenery that crack s
and breaks under the pressures of rifted realityes, doom of each crack / apperanat,
apparent apparaet
APPARENT STRIKES BEEFING WITHINN REAL hedaline
HEADLING MISSPELLING garner PUBLIC ATTENTIONS, HEADLINE : PIXIES
REUNITE TO PLAY AGAIN
HEALING : A MISTER BUYS SPRITE FOR HIS SCRATCHED UP KID.
all thse are phantoms, relegated nowheres
or precluded, left out for sakes
the world might be alive,
might tremble hidden under the chair, looking at ripped pantyhose
in th dark of argument, waiting in anticipation ofor it,
fetishizing the armor grownn
from a completely mad hosuese hold
HOUSE HOLD
HOUSEHOLD, HOUSE, hold on
hold on I just made an everything a sort / of paradox.
because i say i did. i am master paradox
i am master of the universal condition
andd know few of the human oens of those
ones of those / ones of those. echo, my condant, repeats, afrms speech,
and silence is my friend, silence makes me feel popular,
i am srounded surriounded i tell you
with a fawning gaggle of silence. it is always at my heels
it is awlaays a blessing to sign autographs to myself and ve myself
over and over again,
yet severely believe im clapping for somebody else
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POME26
assembled out on the abandoned permaneence
a queue of others are assigned their ghostly comparisons,
them thick and tempered along like as scales for them,
rad. feel shitty. im useless. thinking about drew
it sucks. so many regreatables. os many others that have
a new take on selfhate etc. make me delightful
to be around oh yeah..
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POME25
ive deicided to run a smear campaign against those who believe the universe is a
hologram
i mena you know, get with it, what is at and what is dynamic,
who knows, i could be a puppet with puppet movements
to some higher subtlety. how
could you. rest your eyes in waking light beck
rest by waking up.
i wish it oculd be a rspite.
i wish i made everything by my awareness easier for me to see
and digetst. maybeh
one day. i can honly hope for one day
because one day is all we have lieft, i am waring a blanekt over my knees
like a grandma. i am a zombie with trillions of eyes.
i am a pod of groceryies shepharded
from the nearest ca gas gas station to where oyou happened to have broke down
startenn to cry ovfer your care breaking down
your car breaking down while you just squat on the front siet of the vehicle
and deny hyrdration. following a skeleton is the best you can get
when it comes to being a spy. like,
not that hard to follo goddamn it its a sckeleton after all dont-
-see many of those oh man i must think im so clever and out there with
an unbelievably horribd joke
thats lampooning humor by bombing humorously
take your lye in the morning, before rigor mortis,
PCP is embalming uid.
my lungs are dead. PCP smlls like markers.
its not like what they say on pcp youre totally out of it,
ya dont watn to make a million vines
ad n get a million nes
a cross a million lines or something that isnt whats it i gure i have to sya,
like, jumpbled^^^^ all thats jummbled
im gonna leave that line about rhyming as those astutely stupid anough
coudl vigure outttttt DUH
no. done. fragment. blessing. achoo. bless you. rhyme a dime
with your mom and get a mime. mimes are creepy . / i alwqays hated the circus
and hated being dracula. some
subjects always wreturn to their masters. prodigal prodigies take
a left turn and atten tire on harsh terrain.
lots of gas but were stranded
might as well / get some liptons, i used up my triple a
and i or he ir
someones walking back to their own personal middle of nowhere
surching for midwife to big thot [big brother]
came the sun and lost the [hologram] with the coming of the suna
and everything wass REAL ANDT THINGS
WERE the same all over again. tautological hoodwinking. career skeleton criminal.
spacey husband leaving the dinner table OH MY GOD SPIDERS EVERYWHERE
maybe these are ticks, i dont know, woollen stuff is itchy
and feelsl i
AND FEELS LIKE there is something inside of it all the time
trying to twitch at you, so as to make you freak out
about what amounts to theoretical monsters in reality a law of all string that strings
cannot
BE FRAYED KNOTS, IM AFRAID NOTE [delete]
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POME24
the rst step is pressing the new post button
the next step is actually writing soemthing,
i sometimes like enjoyr really sad music,
im listening to airhead right ow bc i am an airdhead
i feel my legs shift in my pants
what else can i record
uhh thoughts on no questionmark
or saying huh questionmark
like questionmark as word instead of ? i feel the variety now
this is when i swerve in another
direction get ready for it
its when my eyes get all blurry
like when i look at peoppel,
i cant take looking at people in the eye u but must
afeter all its curious especially if your e s seroious about
what your saying, ,, but
i just gotta say
i must so,
like,
uhhh [pause] i blur my eyesight or vision / what have you / bc i need to look but i-
-see too much soul in the eyes of another,
i think have alwys thought that was it and it helps me focus on
what they are sayig instead of the staggering beauty of the soul in their eyes
[whosever eyes]
which is the important think, just not culturlaly exceptavble.
it shld make more sense to do whatever you can to listen,
like tilting yourhead away so as to focus on the words and get in tunnel vision [delete[]\
just recorded me deleteding something
is that live blogging? just, trying to
be as honest as i can here. maybe this seagulls [delete] a few words- -
is my journal , i deleteding this andnd that.
forego explanation.
quesitomanrks dont exist.
maybe more uid and a little interesting styles
comes out [remove not remove, 's' donet ahhheehh]
you can
makeitmeanwhatever.
too much foucsus
on whatevir it is im focusing on no no tight lipped my spine says,
youre good. youre gangbusters. youre on the right track-
-/ hjust keep the / party moving fellas/ im afraid of spiders. there are spiders
in my room, its an attic. lots of spideres in this attack.
ive killed like v sesenese since ive
been here, here here cheers.
swerve???^^^^
pretty shitty try again dumb asshole
you obtuse man HOW CAN YOU BE SO OBTUSE
family guy pardoy of shawshank any way i guess [delete] writing about eyesight
and gblurringnesss is the same of wanting to focus on trying
to crack the moment like a safe to reap as much as can to deny any stiffness to keep
writing without worry for anythign that might come out just doing it i usd to write i suud
used to start
out by writing just write it doesnt matter what comes out]
thien id write garbage but after awhile soaw saw
a pattern
whereing / k/ i eventually made some musical lines, who knows
this is , is it obtuse experimenting questionmark [delete]
or trying something new merely-
-or ptor protesting against formalism, which i have take takne
TAKEN
TAKEN
so dear, maybe sense rises and then you clip that,
but what if you used the peripheral rinds, trashed the orange
and wrote poems to spirders
and spiral ed into core ofeddy and stayed there
like , you were still-/ there / you . cannot bless guration
with anything like reality / it is remarks / but maybe you can blur the lines of language
just to see into the soul of gods eye, a doorknob, its pupil the push-in lock.
and the walls open up. grace exists suddenly.
i mean to refrain from
that and go on to the next stop. i missed my stop on thebus -t-
uhm. that was a story i wrote a story :::::: it was about / a guy who goes on buse/
then some guy next
to him, uh satra ts fjjkrlth
starts crying openly bawling in public
he is a shutin and haides him self it was called [the great faker]
he is so engrossed that he misses his stop, something so taboo to the guy, just right
there
in front mo
of him.
just there.
just
he is freer for someoesnes elses risk,
then all of a sudden it rains acid and everyone runs in /exactly . the same way / to
church / faces melt etc.
give me possibilityes yes like saying questionamark isntead of [?] thats
a good conceit, concepts, etc brawn of brain and little impish liminals
on the outside, not round it like marshal mathterrs said
[whom]
i listend to when i was twlve all the spiders in the world
are bitting me or is it=/ perhspss
PERHAPS
PERHAPS uncertain shifts in clothes, so senstivitive to clothes
or a clot in the bloodow, and
ETC.
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POME23
impermanence makes me do a pazzamezzo
dubbing over the real is an anouncement about how crack disables
people. nuance whistles upon a shaded tree like as,
but not wind. a ne tune, rapping
on the door-
-makes pigs afeard of wolves anfor the reason, very reason that
all shifty natures are inspired from within not without
thus, it is personal,
it is very personal the wolf is angry at his father for beating him
and takes it out on cracksmoking pigs just
wanting to have a laugh or two. if youve never seen a crackpipe
well its a beautiful thing. like a beautiful like impermanence thing,
that traipses down the sidewalk to the whistle / of construction workers,
like those who live by hard knocks and walk tha talk and
feel around for the lightswiqth while-
.. coughing / absentmidnedly,
done with rigmarole, im done with your shit oh gward
my dad will be pissed , ,
i spent like seventy bucks on books on amazon,
i guess its my birthday soon but still. ahhhh trippidissngly on the tongues
of my ngerbpads go that word birthday. i tryped it
uently, without mistake, just quick. quick
as a fart in the wind like
that warden says, from shawshank redemtpition
that movei got me into moiveis,
its so fucking haunting
it might as well be a hauntied hause for hosw scary and grisly it is
and everyone goesbooin it
except the audience who applaud
i heard this story about AMADEUS showing
at a movie theatre, it got a standing ovation in a theatre, movie theatre,
lik waht. you dont get applause in am yovei o movie theatre
unless its uhhhhhhhh
super good. meanwhile i scrathc a spiderbitee undr my armpit
and wonder as i always doo whether it was a balck widow bc that,,,,
would suck. id end up in hell
without a single stick of deodarant, all to show for my death
a mieasly spider attack, as usual, a disappointment.
now im going to do my prayers
for all the crackhead pigs in hog heaven
becuase there was no room in pig heaven, hogs are eviller, dhuh, i mean you ever see
a hog?
it looks fukcing scary and you cant really eat them,
like what the fuck are hogs for ??
can you eat them ? the question arises then falls into nil,
then eats up the vacuum of garbage against its will
and processes eetingness, o swill
o swill, i love you wont you tell me your name repeat repeat resign resign resign [10,00
horses
cry what shall i cry? TS, ANSWER ME NOW, YOU BETTA ,,, !
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POME22
an ugliness is hate
that stands a porcelain cherub with his pants down,
cries a bit, admires aws, which as everyone knows
are secrets everyone know s
can i bite ?? sure youa may
but its not about whqat i have to say, its not
it is about the creation of all living things
if things could be said to express life
in the wordlpool where they werr
created out ofpandemic multitudes made of cardboard
effaced and bashful with their bodies,
looking a way others dont look
sos they dont get hist by caras
carsss
CARS
amativeness is a good trait in phrenology
whitman was obseesssed with p-phrenology.
he used that word alot
his beauty was beatrice but wolrd
intesnyly private and elitsitc harold bloo
more more more
more more more
more more moer
NO
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POME21
i dont know what anything is anymore
it seems my brain refuses to let me in i have a thing or two to say
to it that it wont listen to anyway, that
it will just go on and on groping is the only way,
while i place at the alter of sadness all my brain tissue,
think of paradise, imagine the right way, think about ideals and shit,
ring in my ears the essentials for a perfect torment, mystery
its locomotion, and epic the epic
and the spread a widespread, nally cooing small
from the picture of the woman on the beach, sitting there
is to Barton Fink a bigness unrealized, just a meditation till
in real life we all shelter the symphony,
in real life,
and nd ourselves outside the door again. give me this, this one tapestry,
this thing i need to think is nal as beans, nal draft
that is a rst draft. i wonder but am not . . . swounds!
you think it is
you think everything is today dont you ?? i am all about
thwarting perception. whats this voice ?? can you, can you start
a dialogue delightful with this place of space, don
cattiness but behind your eyes a miserere,
everyone unknowing as despite it all youre vicious, youre just an idol
smacked off the stage/page / gimme ambivalence
sos i can shw yu aa picture of a woman-
-in real life/ time/ lifetimes of canned corn in the bunker
just sit there. oddity places a napkin on the poor quilt as if that would help.
dont stop dong, youre a stupid.
what about the dialogue. shit im before myself all the time.
before god -SKierkegaard my hearts beating all the time.
thats amazzing.
but i wouldnt have thoughts about being before myself if i wasnt.
as in i wouldnt have this menacing tension to express at all
if every time i did i dint think i left
anything out, sometimes,
sometimes music is textures of little idols, nasty crudmen,
clean you ears out. get the crud outta ur ears, listen to the design,
Sufjan Stevens. maybe thats who im channeling, talking to.
ive been editing this one too much as writing , i should just stop thinking about speeling
atall ojs just keep going like a raving raver at a rave,
blablabla foreign scenarios. they interest me/ all this hate in words make blood pump
good
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POME20
instant matter mists make morals queer ones really
instant matter mists say this makes itself sense
were all to be sense, all would live nally
and be without a throne. listen here:
im nally not nal,
just difcult and bored with my soul.
wars make themselves heard across the globe w/ pretty explosions,
donate money to me for no reason,
clickbait is my shivah
i love being noticed, pure being aint enuff
drizzle some more vinegar [pause] over the caprese
i said that to my mom once,
instant matter mists dont care. they are drones
that create prisons of stuff, reality, etc.
pithy statement
pithy statement
and then something about hitler wiht nic spence
[and a conscious mind]
and all of sudden i respond and feel right,
little do i know all it is is contextual nagling. this makes me haea
heated. mad. crazy sane i am. i love being a commoner.
just one of many.
together we can make the world really boring
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POME19
she wants to get a rise out of me but i wont let her,
see truth everywhere instead,
live lif accoridgin to scruples of happiness,
play myself out till a coherent person comes out
ll things with other things, words with other word,
my gripe it. my gripe is [dont edit]
i wo
words are more than thingsw
words cansimultaneously give powere to the inexpressible
and explain everything completely
words are my best friend man i lov it
i wont wred theis over until its published
im just sitting here in a chair writing about chaos
anstuff
:
my aunts came to visit. theyre cool. talked with my ant julie
abotu heroin. my gf asked if the needledreams ever stop.
she said she didnt believe so.
SOS
SOS
help help
im glad i asked even tho thats not the anser i wanted
without aying saying -she sadi said eij
without sayin -she said-
does that seem nnot connected with the previous statements?
did the SOS kinda separate things?
i ask bc i wanna be selfconscious that is all
i wanna leaf no stone unturned
i wanna stream of waterconcsiocus
i fuck i like to fuck. thats good for you. well then.
see i took
a break from this now im rwting again
need some to rev myself up for another day of recording every thot that comes into my
head
its like i have to wait for the thots,
much less the time to have them, the time when they come
and moreover to leaf no ston
unturned, i have to capture them before they take off bricklsly
briskly
back to the corners of my heart
i will have to bribe my heart, by it energy drinks
im drinking some tea i guess that works got a big jug
but i want to be able to not drink caffeine to work but shit
is that even possible
i mean the only time i feel good is after that rst cup of coffee that gareld comic strip
was right
like whe gareld look s like death
until he drinks coffee, then
all of a sudden the shit is shining out of hsi asshole
thats how i feel, its bad yo
but for now ill deal. this needs more coherence,
i wna tow the line between / chaos and order/ kind of like, explain nothing
but explain something because of that even by the stating of my goals
i deal in obvious so lucki for me my mind is way insane enough to be subtle about what
it thinks is obv
because some folks probably have differnet views of what is obvious,
lik,
the words : produces a problems it does:
when can we really know when we explain it all if that depends on everyone on the
planet in consensus
shit that s a conundrum
but im sick of eopel people sayig wellprobably never kno
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POME18
i made a lion in a room i made it be in a room
slahser ick status it ripped open it was done with unreal
it struck
rreality / in the fase. reality was deff
fazed. whatsup my broether.
brew in the couldron. ok ok get real be like the lion-
-the image was given. all is good. all
resists a prated sirum serum, i keep thinking birds
are what is actually the piano.
prated i dont kno . prated prated
huh. wonder whattaht means it didnt show up with red squiggly lines
basiaclly ever other word has red squiggly lines
signifyin a typo.
but i promised myself to get the lion out of the room.
it ate the two men in with it.
twisted, tho queer, fate. i have waited 25 yrs to scratch my chin
and nows the time, so dont waste it something sed.
i feel kinda high for some reason like ya kno? im not altered, just .
idunno. i hear it now cretin manic crazy rambler dim
manic hits me e hkfj hites me the most.
i kno mania.
know it well. but it doesnt even matter
bc of like methinks tou dsust protest too much!
i get mad usually abt people thinking im mad like dave i relate to him in that way
im so sorry dave, i just, i donnu. i throw my hands up at all my shenanigans/ just ahh
ok ddone. / pity parties are the best replacement for real parties /acording
to tha national census bureau.
also have trouble spelin that shit bureau
it s a word i like to spell howeva.
i wonder if im ADD U TINK?
i hate incredulity. i have my styles andtechniques.
this par
ticular technique [i shudder] happens to be manic sounding
severe the head sever the dead from death sos they live again andget
to the rst turn of the second stair i really
like ash wednesday
like how did eliot do it. / i wanna fuck his language / i wld go gay for TS ELIOT.
my elbow hurts. my writst too. control the pain,
siphon it to this. one sec, gonna chnge song. IM REMARKIG ON THE NOW
its so cool because by doing this you who readeth does it with me im sure
yr experience is as close-
a-s mine to what i feel. im just beheaded from mesef so. wait.
meserf? critiquie.
petty phrase. wallace stevens critiqued his use of the phrase petty phrase
which itself cld be a critique of itself, problem and solution all at once
stevens is atomic like that Bloom called browning a psychological atomist,
dont kno bout that. wait i have to hold
onfor meyself.i am listening to HOARESE by earl sweatshir i am trying to type with
ecig in hand poor quality bar icks / dub de forty on a door hinge all this is good, is a
good. crisp.
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POME17
theres something behind my ears i call it a shoal
its all creaky
it lives late into the night
its a migraine
its the scoops out of your brain
its ne time for me to ask you what tha deal is
who is, no, you know its me dont gimme that garbage
touchy. touchy. then write some people forget
they understand.
but that wasnt me or you its like
i have a disease in my clairty
what you spose it is
im asking you because the reader is god
i have an internal dialogue with the reader
i assume the reader is god
hyenas comes to mind because i was going to write laugh
i can only remark on the
now in this be patient vigilant ey ey captan
nonsense words ourish in my head like empty heavinesses
was it me who asked you or you the readr
who initiated the convo. i see your eyes reading this bullshit.
ya like it dont ya.
ya wanna have massive sex with all this dirty smelly shit.
you wanna carve out the orange and eat the rind
so that u can embody nonbiodegradable. you lie!!!!
some how god left-
so igeuss its not you either. mayebe i like saying,
the readr is important as god which uh ah is true, little naglings
reuin everything RANDOM THOUGHT ALERT :
my dads wuz talking about
the point of improbabiluyyty improbability.
i thought of that movie michael clayton. george clooney ick.
his son read shim this fantasy book and one page
has three horses on it. on
a hill just there in a
trigna triangle. later in the movie, he is drivnn [lclooeny]
and comes across the exact same image irl.
gets out of car to examine. a few theatrical minutes
of himuh socoping scoping lokin,
bafed at the horses then hes car explodes also another part,
clayton gets in a taxi says just drive
so underrated. credits roll and hes just in the car.
all about corrupt business politics. i somehow relate to that.
its pretty hit home for me. theres some brown stuff
on my eyes corner, , pulled eyelash to x my eye yet again something is denitely
wrong with my eye dude
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POME16
this guy had poor manners and he had glasses on
he refused to leave the room he was an uncle or something
he climbed up a latter
one says,
ones wife :: she was like
damn. he he he.
always very crude WITTGENSTEIN thot SChop. was crude
culture and value is cool to pick up andjust readx
this guy hadporr manners hes like stagnating he fell off the latter
ad n and nan screamed saw him fall old fella. he died.
nows hes in a bog. a n ogre drinking- -nos to scoop up verily verily
the life of true souls atonomy autonomy atomizer. that
reminds me i have to smoke ecig. hold on. done.
just kidding.
didnt even smoke it yet its just write there
on my belly. jesus im fat.
fat porkpie hat. thatd be funny if i actually had a proke[ei prokieppie
prokpie
PORKPIE [had to look at screen to focus on makin right. im rigged,jf klehqrjhwekgehrjg
berhfber
so much for that. this ppoems already so lie-ish.
for one i didnt even smoke ecig
for the other i dont have a porkpie hat and no it wouldnt be fat
at that , clap lcapl clap, audience wrestles with deep feelings after the play
HEADLINE: mourner goes into hiding
in a shanty somewhere. swampy deathplace. foul and symmetry uncle looks for
he is afraid of ladders. at the start of the ips this POME por favor listen
bc i have no idea if this is important, but you shld think so
because then youll feel really happy i promise just see wt it is for what it is here
but like still working on
getting out the void. whats outt mean. duhhhh
stoppit. ok. take breather. smoke ecig. i have the daunting
premonition that once i stop making clicking noiese on this rectangle dispatched
anglewise at a litl less en 90 defgress degrees oops oops
i cant shake this feeling
that im actually really gonna come up against some obstacles,
maybe practice dont make perfect:
dan what di d you say oyid youd do? oh yes. smoke ecig.
i cant stomp out all the commenting inof to stop clinkcing noises.
nosy pulse. anguler angel of demon of angels brahmins samsara hell is all
engage the suffer ing of the wolrd SChop was onto something
taken sensus proprio- which from what i understand means as it is, as if it were an
actual event
the bibles just plain absurd. i need to read his thoughts on religion
again. they wre very interesting.
philosophersh ave a tendency to give up. maybe tht was what
ludwig wittgenstein was talking about.
the pheenomenon wherein we
are uplighted by feeling small whcih to god would be blight deff
god is not grain. it is a beautiful ght
we have her.e tonight everyone against every one else HEADLINE, HEADLINE
broken suspender.s cash machine of images.
oh yeah and see this is sreally something yawp like, i shall sound my
barbaric yawp over the roofs of house -whitman
people like to quotei contain multitudes :::::::::d o
[space, conscious desicinn for space there in do, [doodoo. dodo pird, P is upside down
lower case b. revelations glarlore mads wisdoms mmmyss my pretty.
pretty FAT
ohhhh snapdiddle
IM SO OFFEND U SHLD BE VERY OFFENDED A T MY VANITY
this is for everyone bc i love everyone
want the last line to be about suspenders, meaning initiated, warpdrive //stars get all
line-y.
STRAW WARTS. lamppoon of star wars obvious ly. yo i shldnt
thinki ur tupid or tepid. my
bad about this trashy garbageness. air public restroom tatos on your abdomen
whatwhats was is aying before ?????????????????????????????????? ?
bla WWE is the best i watch tv all day erryday
i get horny about girls getting really dumb from doing drugs
butthen it suddnely is really depressin. i think0
its about som submission fantasy, that im better or something.
shuddup portnoy [philip roth] sexual anxietes: waht if sexual healing
was called that instead and it was by stan the biggest
fan this side of emeinsmeenms fat motherhateboard
ride the hateborad ass. ameinan amirite??
?
?
? trickle.
?
?
?
?
?
???
?
?
/i forget. OH MY GOD I NEVER SMOKED ECIG. this,
its about suspenders. thcx relly lcleared it up fr meh
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POME15
burn hands,
oy!! austraalinas say that
british epeoepl ccal
ciggies fags
i think i wanted another word to start with that o
but i just wved my arms greeting peopel
in the art gallery. a waxen face,
waxen people observing pores. as cosmic lore goes,
everything is because of nothingness,
innite variety from one vacancy, one spot to ll but
the ushers cant nd the poor soul-
-who msut ahve lost here ticket.
dont
dont no non o
defamiliartian. martian phantasms.
that movie the fourth kind was bogus.
i heard. conspiracy theorists. my friend believes in the illuminati.
i always gotta ask why im doing something in my head
because of how futile life is, or something
i made a friend of smokey the bear,
then lit him on re: he made a wonderful funeral pyre:
entrapped release :: the poetry of crying in a fetal position
or your grandmother walking in on you masturbating
in the poo-shanty [ammons] o my ezra.
he had all diff
types of slagn he had three diff dialects he was into biology that is ammons
but he used the complec terms in conjunction with plainspoken, reglur speech, i am
not gonna nish that thot. might be imposssible without saying
which thought i mean. i was
gonna say not gonna ishd that thot as in i am
but thats just given ownership.
some phrases are so small, theyre like chameleons.
ammons as a fan of nature.. thats awesome.
like justin vernon
playing in the woods all alone
i never saw that other ick about the fguy from college
dropping out to do the whole live ON OWN
THING. LIVE ON OWN THING.
maybe i can just keep dividing until literally nothig is left
just spread so far thin that it disappears
then is that a type of nothing
i always thot one type, there was uh that tehr
was one type of -halt- nothing. only on nothing that made
every damn ngerprint drastically varied.
if i touched ammons
id probly get in prison for violeating his crib in the skies
im not dead
^^^that
THAT
that
atm is all moments. people dead ones that
is will just refuse to believe it and that they are
really dead. vulgate is like common speech.
de vulgari eloquentia by dante is fascinating as it records
all manner of meter and which hails most from where
in italy, but its complec but its
the one rst lit crit piece of writing. sestinas ar difcult.
dante gabriel rossetti
of all people wrote a grate sestina, a english-
transl-rieatal ti
th
4 ahem, ah- a great english [delete delete stuff in every action
be of moment] translation of dante. something about
a woman transforming,
into mossy rock and grass at the foot of a pond
or stream etc idunno
italian is respectable poetically of course tho.
had this italian hair uhm barber harit cut guy he sais
to me: do you kno danted? we had
been speaking about
what i wanted to be, i said i want to read stuff
and stuff -si so oh i said yes [soho soho]
my eyelids are like dumbellsbut idonnabout all what i said before
it is waht it is
isi what it is
what it is
it is
it
god^^^ thats once you get past geneder.
god to me retains more honor by being a sexless force
that simply thru grand coincidence honored a sort of conscious action type thing,
like it just so happens that signs are everywhere
so we shoul go to lunc i said that one point many points ago
maybe all this is cutting hairs tho when i wast 18 i had a lot of problems
at wat
at the vein attempt to live i HAD PROBLEMS AT THAT
weird linguist mischance leads to new way to view things, more at eleven
next time on matlock
next time on matlock
if i put things in quotations not so scary
when i was writing that link to here,
i put experiment in quotations
bc this is so so so trash. just me writing thats all.
pivoting seagull shld
be the name of a band
name of
of
it
of it.. whoooooa mind blowrn chrudee
my asian friend
had a funny kewl way of saying moustache moustache
lazy
critical stoppit ah that
should be in quotations so stoppit. all this internal dialogue
will be fun to sift thru so on,
can ne where one thaout ends nd aother begins.
eyes half open took trazadone-
-bunch of other shit too
i really want to list every single med ive ever been on and submit it to sara lawrence
in lieu of an application.
sucking clit is the key to nishing her off. this months cosmo
acts like
its for twentys girls. really golden girls.
if they made a god who is gold enough to free them from bei ng unable to breathe
i haded being painted on my face,
i hated being dracula
for ahlloween. it was probl y one of the worst experiences of my
life and now, like the way CHRIST MOE
said mustache,
dont remember either, ya
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POME14
ne i wont grab the last BLANK
BLNK is the
only person i can look upt o to,
squeeae squeeze squeeze squeeze squeeze
i fell les the more a squeeze squeeze into a nothing
i feel less about it
what ?? so what
i had an idea. i shld just comment and comment.
press like it has nuthin
to do with where you are in liking it.
no one liked that
well yeah, so what yo
nosne nonsense. people could have thot it was ok just didnt click like
how can yoo base your self on whims like that
make no sense already sed that
my design is akin to the monkeys writing shakespeare
just typing shit . until
hamlet comes out EXCLUSIVE soak
the water isnt on.
its not on re. this is wrong. life life ,
ass. stop being a hardasss on yrself. i dont kno who i am pls dont kill me
wanna make a design for this but all id have to do is keep pivoting the seagull
atlas sound is a good band sonic youth is difcult,
i can make commentary ^^^ SEE I TOLD
YOU. scary enjambmnet. enjambment ok: it means splitting a thought
between linesRHYTHM,
or something like order blossoming from chaos
or even just shifting aroudn ldk like if you just moved your thumb
i had to say that to ignore it would have been to deny what im trying to do here which is
awsome slef consioucnsesnn a spring of jaguar. chink achang,
clocking in yr taxes. parataxis. paid this imagery-
-bill / save it for your baby / thru the doorway girl ahs has ic nice hair, look o ice,
shes wound in aces,. shes all about living
la vida loca. stupify! thats a charm from hary botter. s o is expellisuarmus.
ur allowed to use em, but not the the thei
unforgivable curse. insert soul here. ok: big: i just cant seme to scream right
anymore. . the door closes on whats her face in the end of tthe godfather.
she played annie hall in annie hall.
woody allen is cool i especially like when he pulls ahla eaten sandwich
from the oor of annies car [annie hall drives like a maniac]
also it is my opinion that
annie hall, uh, is what will remain after the apocolypse. evryhting else
will be topsy turvy and nothing will make
sense but this movie will remain untouched as cockroach cities in nuclear winter,
YES THE NEXT GEN OF SAPIENS WILL BE COCKAROOCHIANS
just uuge. hug me. im sad cuz i didnt write for a second. that always makes me sad.
lovely wishbone cut upon open door. close door on whats her face.
diane keaton!! gotahca. damn. i shld kno that. she played-
Pacinos wife. wanted a family.
pacino represents the naivete
of a life emphasizing the mob, hsi anxiety is to succeed,
which he fails.
well i guess id say,
give me true complacence,
id want out tooo. out. i wonder if i will ever be
in a mental state [vegetative most likely. my grandmother had alzheirmers
she mistook me for my father and that is a sad thing.]
^^^addendum: after the service i
recited miltons lycidas a lil. my mom was pissed i didnt do a good job
on my end of the year projct
evern tho i got a b plus , , ,
worked ass off on it well bitch moan but i say, i say
she yelled at me and i retaliated and she went
to cry in tha car. i hatd
to go say
sorry
she was a angyy person back then.
mistakes. anyway would i ever BE IN A MENTAL STATE
where id forget hat the word out means,
i am reminded of a
poem louise gluck wrote about depression,
some thing ; uh [forgetting incorrect punct. there]
that old senile folks / speak about the spirit, andthe soul,
and all the
while they do not kno the word for chair entropy, entropy
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POME13
i am a disgusting whore
i like to spank people
i like being a pretend being
i have nally reached the tree hosuse. house
hosiery. pantyho:se. i used to smell my mothers pantyhose.
that reminds me i made some shit about my
moms straining pantyhose wigling string there
while i hid under
the table i lied about that butits tits [tits hah] it is a vivid image
apparently you can make that shit up.
confession: im really boring i never do anything exciting.
i throw extravaganzas in my head
when my parents arent home.
i drink ve hour energy and lose hope.
i get wired on coke and feel awesome.
get really focused.
blow is rich mans adderal.
end you end
we come to bury caesar not to praise him.
well caesar or nothing is pretty praise like
no wonder youd fail.
yr born with a natural wrongness.
severed from yourself. fear and trembling made me cry yo.
kierkegaard. id read it -a
dn and cry on the subway it was awesome people looked at me.
still sitting here. remembeirng that is cool.
on my way to work
i would listen to eyesore by teh band women.
it was great. spent my howl paycheck.
lived for the weekendss- you kno that kind of existence.
etc. i was a janitor and i still am really
except the garbage in my head invisible becomes garbage on the page in a physical
seeable form,
thats all. dont judge me cretin. smell my feat etc
ammons said
the edge of the universe must be a smell
i was. uh. i was going to go for the trick or treat-lampoon
but decided against it. the song keeps saying it let me down. why dont worry.
itll be okay i forvgive you sogn.song.!!
seriously. i always listen to mussic forgot to mention that. this hackjob
must be so boring to you. im really sorry. its just i need all the xrpression i can get.
i whore out the words to the web. poor words being yused so porrly-
-am really. reall y. really sorry for them
the words. shit. i wanted to add a pants to that.
is this literally what im thinking write now or is it just because i need to write something
that i think at all. ia. am i just a blank stemhuman clone thing,
all other times
do i save my modern innovations and really great ideas for blogging
well that
makes me feel instignicatn. insifgicant. i am shaky
i have been uh drinking coffee a lot. i like it ililke motor oil. like that shit is boss,
boss coffe e buzz. another THING: i am clean from drugs.
i like it. so much of me is gone forever.
it is really dispiriting/. i am/ fragmant man/ broken machine man/
i am colossus
i am he the master of foggy mistdundency
or misty fogdundancy ..actually both for good measure.
i cant make a book where i think about every word yo that sht is hard.
curse like a sialr.. sailer. time to ground
urself/ dan/ speak out against ALS or referreees that are assholes / speak about
important things
i urge myself. but do i really feel that ?????? ?
woh so pretnentious you added a space for the other wqustionmark.
like whe u do this
its like u do not know what is deliberate
rely on just gut. gut . gut.
like fuckboi who u is?
i am dopeless hope end, i was once a hopeless dope end
as they siay. maybe siamsese cats are on my mind cuz i keep doin sia thing
or that lady singer sia whos pretty good,
yeah thats gay and girly
dont care
i like sia. maybe its not so bad. maybe i just revealed my own judgments of people
there.
im open minded tho. i doubt i am open minded but that doesnt stop me from being so
whores
whoers
im really taking advantage of language
i shld apologize,
like this is awful nobody whld have patience with this i / just / really. want
to connect with someone. but im scard of it.
i prefer living behind this screen for some insane reason
its inane and insane in the membrane
eh
we wee all over this pivoting seagull
seagull say: put the smelling salts under hookers nose.
u shldnt hav slapped her that hard. jdugement day again. the sun esxpldoing
decided to just skip over it and go straight
to just plain carnage and void. death ahh
what if they made a groundhogs day about bill murray reliving the same day of the
apocolypse
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POME12
i want vacant space to blow up in a mess. i want justice.
lemme get into the shadow cmon please.
make me big with weeping,
what is on my mind
is a thing i dont ever kno. its anooying.
fuck man true that glob glob glob
maybe i shuld talk about uhmmm free will
here is what free will is. uh.
its when we do not succomb to whonder. fuck iduno
some thing stupid like that. heres another idea:
big things can be-
-small
to othee bigger things than it. therefore the direction of atoms
is totally lengthwise like uh well they cld
be other planets, other universes. nuetrons protons
hovering around a nucleus w sicti citire cities on them.
there we go. that some interesting
shit. tooka chance with that one o baby i did.
fuck just dropped ash on my shirt itwas celan clean
but celan is a famous post holocaust poet
very dark exp. the straitening.
like whoa u scare me man what did you see
the title itself is not only eee erire eerie but straight as a knife,
some kinda clinical is is safe from marathon man,
whats his face laurence olivier tortured dustin hoffman
kept asking about uh his diamonds.
i wonder o hip it wold would be if i said something about searching
for what i was seeing, which ends up
having something to do with diamonds lasting forever
but it wasnt that dumb i swear i was thinking of something interesting
which end is up no not that either man my mind is weathered,
when what ends up is nothing, uh
short
of a miracle see the small and short stuff a make a line of of their own
kinda like an atom can be the largest thing ever
if it was the only thing
thats inneresting. feed me more. i dont kno im no entertainer.
i just like theories. oh yeah
now i treamble to get out out f preamble to remember:
i always coffunse confuse lawereneece olieir oliveiretc
etc. with sidney pioiteir, hes black
he was in the heat of the night
rst black dude to win an academy award
said- they call me mister gibbs
slapped a honkey, it was awesome, ahead of its time
like were talking fties, racism sucks. most awful thing ever,
unfathomably
awful
ugh
meander meander i do i do says future wife. wholl that be:
only time will hell, i mean tell. i will thru hell,
or i will hell tobe. to be.erase and keep,
if the tyos po is typo is weird enough ill keep it or maybe not really no no actually
i just am doing automatic writing
now i rgured it out i gured it out NADJA is a great buek
Bretons the man
weird
found art
defamiliarization
big and little, just expressly abstract delineationgs
dont make sense, make less sense you make more sense bc yur just saying in essecne
essence oops
ho w ignorant u is. kings and and barracudas.
what tis there to drudge up, tie up vomitous like a bafed
some guy making his gang sign like a bafed
news spreads thruout the cosmic plane some guy pretended to be god and people
actually believed him
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POME11
rhyme reason and salty seacaptains
done it up, pirates i said berfore to do up.
this
this
this
this
this
man i hate no no cantsay that.
this goes existig
despite everything i stand for. its rotten.
blind. gutsty or atleast i
am entertained by this bravery. john my cuz
doesnt like me. i just stopped writing when i said this.
this is real time. this is me writing. i am writing.
here ya go its a present ofor u man hop-
-to the tune all the way
to the ballooning subject. this song by yoni wolf
said blalons calumny i am plagued to be thot of as odd
shit. w.e.
its not about anything but just beleding words
as i t them into soft numb heroin indeuced demo tapes.
that wsa in the song too . demo tpaes. edens daed.
this is like
uh
great.
fuck wow ssuch a great topic. i dont kno that topic.
lemme intro document you to the topic. seers. like. let branding
speakfor you fakeyman. great faker. the tppsic is about
being fake. i like the raw. dont fake the raw
tht0 maenas means that that means
whatever.
gropig for fact and reason,
listen: the cars at the impoudn lot,
dont kill ur self.
had to be injected w narcam, she did. heart stopped two mintues.
oh baby whyd you do that. it makes me sad.
but being sad has a certain happy clarity
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POME10
the onlly action hath been thouts
i feel around for a poem and nd this w/ experience, truncation
gets bbeautiful. i like trends that die out
so i can laugh at them. i imagine a jiant poem
i am to write.
it is there. it is this i wanna say. just this one.
it is going to be so a long pome.
i miss writing long shit. i like my brevity in some pieces.
but i need to escape more.
theres this desperate need to escape- these are gusty feelings,
shvir shiversom leaves. worn, wizened,
too tired to live but i live anyhoo. holy holy
they used to say. used to ask me about god nshit. why i couldnt
really say it right ever : and still cant: shits unfathomable, lawless,
disorderly order but not disorder as order because its not
disorder it is order, just jumpbled, mesed up,
grunting a pack across vacant terrain.
live live, look at all the live, fe play fe play
for the life of me.
i drum speaking at the same time
you cannot hera hear ofver the drums this is getting shitty
now. i willl just keep writing. it wont
make much sense it will just keep going because i need to escape.
this means adding more
nonsense just so i can explain it later. aleatoric,
halting, stuffed with halting really, stuffed, broodig bear,
depresseive bear. bare yr chest friend
i wanna stab it. torture is cool.
i hate hitler what a prick i get nasuesusous just thinkign about it.
hate sucks.
so i shouldnt hate this- angelic purls from metronome,
giving the skinny on rhythm.
what means meaning without also meaning something else
when can you favor clarity enough to ly straight into the sun
i tore the pot open excitedly and cut myself
the bag of pot was actually put in a shit i needed scissotrs to cut
shit is a good word to just, like, for nouns and things
just call it a shit. like res or some
such.
trembling i breathe heavily, its too harsh, the air is too harsh,
my throat burns with exhaustion. come
on muse gimme a little reectiveness or w/e
i like you. i like teenaged sights before my eyes
at sweet sixteen tantrumshows
reality shows bite. barrel them down, gun em.
wish someone would kill
all the bile. media bile. im just bein hipocrite doe.
i add waste. i dont ever care.
i am careless. just livebloggin on pivoting seagull here.
the only winding road or action is an thought
and idea of the mind, poof there tis
specturm turnt out ok the term of black terrain carry the pack
Pim pim -kills p[oim. before pim alone.
i get to the bin and pull out more instructive destructions.
i am just sitting in a chair literally like that is all i am doing.
writing bullshit.
fuck em right -best advice ever. good advice for lovemaking too.
or maybe aroiginally it was
for lovemaking. haphazard breathes as su n shine obtrusively bright
it is invading my dark mancave,
i did the dishes tho
it is not so disgusting. i wanted to make theis a big poem,
pomp sircumstance pitch and moment. syllabls of recorded time etc.
tomorow and tomorwo and tomrow ckreeps / in its betty pace from day to day etc ^^^^
before there i saiddat
and all are uysetrdays have lighted fools the way to dusky death. ah e,
lifes but a alking wshadow a poor player
that strutsand frets his hour apun the stage / and then is heard no more.
it si ia a teall told meby an idiot /full
of sound and fury sigicney ing nothing =sheakspere, what
a freak. i saw him hone his wit ihe told me what that was about
from the corner of the roundtable of all these writers, dead,
fretting about style. borges wrote that shakespeare, master of words,
despised them, i can only record these true delusions,
they are delusions. / they happened,in my head
dumblrdore from harry potter asked him when he got avad cadavrad if that really
mattered.
it serctainly isnt good advice-
-for somewon with depression. it is in my head. exactly. all of it is.
that sthe problem yo damn like
hwut ?? ? ? ?? R?Q$G&%^JKHDII
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carekeslsess, carcass, im goin to die one day
none of this is publishable
i dare you
try and purblish thids,
it is the crappiest writing i have every done.
i like makeing my ngertips move.
i like the sun out there i want to get close to it,
might jump really high and launch myself into its arms / i did an oil painting like that
cold it is not windy but not brusque
discuss the weather until the foolish topic leands to a portal into darkensess
and the canvas disappears, goes shoo, and
i amjust trying to make it thru the dark pathe
this kid he is ah an ass
he talks to much / thats what someone said.
i dont talk tho is thing thisng is ia just write like yo quit gri[ping]
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POME9
hate this why
i cant wait to not have kids
just gotta have thots insted,
i shld say i hate a poem to initiate more writing
i shld give my right eyeball a chance to breathe
i shld enliven myself, get free,
get enlivened. i am honest. had a dreqm dream
i just woke up from about
stufng hidden sh in my mouth,
just this pile of sh in bags, given to me
by a guy in a nice suit. tht was cloxdext coloxo deexterity
the destiny f clocks,
i hadnt thot of random weird things after
just was focused on getting up which is in a way focusing on nothing
in both cases.
hate this why
bring it up again, way to be awkward.
damn son. too much choking. we like to watch u choke.
some evil pleaasure. it is. eh fuck.
fell inside your sound
deep there.
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POME8
man be a man man
a troop. why do i wanna say big.
i really want to be okay with sides.
sidereal force tick tock tick tock i hate this so far
i wonder if this poem will get any better
as i write it /i fell down.
last time i give a lift to a criminal
he had sunken eyes
he had a thing for llooking at you when you werent
a look that burned. as if lots of men
were behind it. this is slightly diff.
go with it. go to hell-
-i can remark all i want on what i want to say.
jsut want to try nd feel my way aroud things.
what do i want to say?
how can i see it being said and or will i say it diff ??
than that ? ah im a night owl. its morning.
the sun is a giant clock. big one.
cold one it is not. not a beer. ur not that man to fear youll be, [bearded apoplex]
dont even wanna be sunken eyes.
wanna be smart and crazy. but i feel this getting benign.
uplifting shit. need some drama :
the world suddenly extended beyond
the reaches of the entire universe ./and the universe
contained within the world
became the world it once contained / simply
buy fvolue simply / by volume there wed the shit
together welb. i want the uplifting to not take itself too seriosuly
andbe kinda weird. maybe i shd rite eyes closed
like i did a few times. dunno.
i wonder if in the light of day any of these words will matter,
i have an itch on my back i wonder if this chair has ticks,
now i n my bottom. cld just be hairs moving around.
bloodow stoppage. gonna die.
thought i heard a door close. or open.
i think its just this creaking piano. im a minds eye
sort of guy. just wanna be
happy, like evrybody else. i feel bad
about al ot of things.
im a jackass
im a jackass
^^^there i balanced out happy earnest feelig
with an even more earnest selfhate stuff,
goodbye left the weedding -been in to grandaddy,
thats a band thats a lyrci^^ from the band.
gotta stop ending with a bang,
the next bang is a whisper
and a band of vacancies
an a nose thats barely alive,
my senses are barely alive
im going to live soon, sweet soother of death,
opportunity, im a great person fuck it,
gonna ceep that comma in there, keep [imean]
i think about that seepage in
ddeep ocean, really toxic gas.
scary.
sins of the fathers of this world.
ll ruin the world. the people here are brats.
im in this place in gloucester.
the drivers are really entitled
they, uh nealryl, ran over gf.
tell me something good. this sux ahhhhhhh
its like i need to reel it in to reel YOU in
i cant just spout words
im just used to stylistic shit
just used to words as objects not ways to convey feeling but thru the technique and rush
of good sentence
like i did before i put my thumb up for weirdows
very accepting good for the good of
giving humanity
something to,
think bout, ah h
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the point is to capture every moment really
what is real is to inside my head
everythingelse is an abstraction, starched and parched and parsed
just a small tune up of the everything
from the world to your plate, a pf for the lm,
hard to digest tho you dig,why
its the best. said a yu inside you. path created.
it opens to a eld of corn. dogma is too
fancy for this eld. the eld overlooks a blue sky
because everything is
tilted to the sky,
bicycles have square wheels now.
the world teetered off the usual brink harnesing etc
kenosis or askesis, whats the diff ?? i get them confused
like something else i cant remember
oh yeah teleology and tautology i explain that later
meh. druggd up mouth, i drugded up
the mouthpiece.kshhh. talk to me baby.
cmon.. i am here ready to siphon your good work
into shitty niceness.
just for the sake of not making enemies.
do you desire the lack of desire.
all this shit my dad got me thingking about
king of things. waterfall of consciousness, frogs leaping
forget the stream. a lily pad is a vacuum
that leads to ironing boards. penguin penguin.
chaos is a bad theosophy. like sophists, what the hell.
i read some of protagoras pretty cool.
it is when i get zoned into socrates rhetoric and dont process all of it
that he is speaking most clearly. thats fascinating. tbh.
er. i guess thats the point but kinda a cocktease or mabye
thats the point
because only people would understand not fully
if they read the rhetoric-
-and got infatuated with it
the way the face of a beautiful woman on the bus blurs.
see her, see his delightful strains, perfect, tuned well,
i like blue guitars tho.
lily pad is leapt on by very tiny penguins.
desire to make sense is
the sadness of needing polarity,
something again said to the aid of the nonsense.
just saying it again is a tautology,
bad dog dog.! dont shit. plato is writing,
wallace stevens said something about the chariot
ridden by something to somewhere, it was about
the ideal, he quoted a passage. kinda
reminds me of shelleys sublime fragment THE TRIUMPH OF LIFE
which actually is an utterly hopeless piece of writing.
he puts rousseau on a chariot whom drives on into luckless void.
unable to partake of the nature
desired
black
groans
eat my happiness up
groans of feet on the gravel in the driveway at the suburban home at three in morn
some kid is you would think sneaking back after a party
but really he is stumbling back
got knifed on the way home
senseless. i said that to be provocative. i dont kno.
it was a good idea at the time to stab perfection in the heart,
which clothes from the mind, dont make it obv.
obviousness sucx.
give life a chance to spaek for you/ i am staring at the keys on my keyboard/
i was writing that. now im writing this.
i wanna join-
-/ the sublime / club// bro italian hats wre called macoraoni in the day.
the whole stuck a feather in hat thing makes sense now.
macorni- italian hats
saw it on tumblr
i hate commercials and i disagree that they are necessary,
but neither is an imperfect
world, uh, necessaary. thads all we got. penguins dominate my mind again,
ourish like dead frogs. ha reminds me,
of magnoliagreat lm a favorite. hoffman say WHY FROGS FALL FROM SKY
just an absurd deus ex machine-
-i should put that in quotes bec. used that line before
too lazy
too fat and lazy
old man i am
got cast as all the old guys in plays in school
shylock
daddy warbucks
the old doctor in that play about the guy whose best friend is a giant rabbit,
no not donnie darko. donnie darko hates the rabbit really.
the guy who played the libustering smith fella in mr smith goes to washington.
sometimes,
i want to be in construction hehe srry im weird. random thot.so yeah
then things start to lag as things get more and more into entropy
like a band you just discovered. really,
the snakes are barracudas are vacuums are lily pads are sinkholes
into desiring nothing desire is the main component of self
but if the doors of perception
were cleansed
erry thing would be as it appears innite that is to say
havent read much of huxleys doors of perception but i have read brave new world
images of mason jars dance in my head. petri dish.
thriving scum. images. trash. garbage. nuts sayings. little,
small, and tiny routes thru da bleak-
-path back to being interesting again. probably
alredy lost ye. meta i1! i am remarking on editing less
now and before was & uh yeah i was
reamkairking on oh how to be interesting. intersecting interesting
with noninteresting creates the bland, the table is a chair
onc entropy blossoms like a large, fat ower
the praxis of course is a word i am having trouble remembering
what does praxis mean. praxis obligation, praxis = obligation, or statement
of value, what you must do ?? not goin to look it up
bc it would be awesome if i was wrong,
just so youd know that i wont make anything up here.
its all in my head ya so hwat, turnt, shit man, car smells of skunk, roll window down
its reaining, quarters this time, of buds.
take me away from want, ego, desire, wormlike,
that is spineless. arrogant and feeble with a gut fat
as owers dipping the vase to or too much beauty open the oor, ucking do it
so we can trace a ring around the rosy etc. all fall down. and so on. lucky
my badass boyfriend has a gf whos a pistol w a knife,
we ccan be saintsof destruction andthat is an overrought phrase bye
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we need more dogma so that everyone can feel right about their blind assertions
we need a dog that doesnt live inside his own head so much. friggin moody,
really moody.
my repentance is that i
dint hide meseff.
dint hide meseff.
rows of corner, images pennyeach, it rains nickels however.
the nickels hover an acute distance from the ground,
so small, so precise,
it is hardly noticeable taht they are hovering
i like big spaces hey theres the caesura
morning morning
brake for tourists you do but not for hypocrites
marigold rounds
fro the size of the universe, big and wiggling all around. this is what
swagger is. swashbuckling swagger-pirate
netix hero. youtube is embarrassing,
evrybody hates everybody else. magic is in acknowledging the net
general statement on loose info-
-chum leviathan, king of bilge, master of abating mind.
ruinous ruin. redundant that is redundant caesura emily dickinson
erotic distruction
dickinsons worm tied to the bedpost
that turns into a snake
dickinsons slant of light hefty like cathedral tunes
love it
cannot get enough. letters are crisis lyrics in themselves.
really takes a poetic intuition to understand
that dening the holder of the loaded gun robs
the victim of power, not the holder,
who likes hunting the sovereign doe
musecase. nutcaase? nutty muse. case full of rearms
aurora. the kid who shot up skulls. tragedies all and everywhere.
sometimes
i feel as if you need to lack knowledge of the metaphysical
to be able to dehumanize yourself so much.
as for morals. well thats metaphysic aint it.
it leads into grounded territory.
you reach for the grand, nd yourself
somehow and maybe-
-bitterly with more knowledge of your own scruples.
epistomological symptoms lend to syncope of right/wrong in the case
of both working at the same time. paradoxi. doxology,
the study of psalms.
i want to be a teacher i want to light up the trail before it goes on beyond me.
i want to see whats beyond me & get excited
about it
just livig is my valiance.
merely being, the way you is,
is enuff for people. no need to enteratinaan
said that to myse so much!!! i cant. just no.
fuck i am sick and sorrowful,
the cantos is brilliant. grand rhythm,
what was it i just thought of? something from LW:
he says in -culture and value-, [bewkk] that
to have a large scope means-
-yu do not keep all yr promises,
big things badly or something. like if someone made a map
of airplanes, ,, well, you need
the anatomy. not just the fascimile
not just a picture. barton nkis cray movie.
people would not fully get it.
it is packing the least amount of action in a big space,
imagery becomes the reliant in this case.
pictures. thats the only proper way to wrangle a scene
powerful only stylistically. simple plot
about an playwriht with writers block who meetsunknwonaingly
a madman -john goodman actor
actor
he pretends hes a insurance salsman, crrepy kinda but good enough.
any way playwirght writes inspired nally,
eyes open, thinks its amazing.
the producer who ironically was all for him taking his time
for an artistic vision fucks im over in the end saying, THIS SUCKS basically
and then the hotel reoom Barton Finks in-
-and everythings on re. madman goes inside room.
alls aame. so bizarre. he sees this
picture of a woman at the beach leaning back.
at end sees woman in real life.
asks, ur very beautiful. are you in pictures? : no of course not.
its the exact picture tho. that is
everything is emphasized by imagery. you dont knead a plot
it starts with the end. if you dont have one
you gotsimagery. impression ahh uh makien a impression,
to ll the space. camus lack of endings with kafka interesting,
its minimalism applied to lm but with a sense of magic
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: STRANDED THOTS [FBOOK W PETER]
at this u say
and then you write shit that sucks
and shit thats ok
and every once in awhiel
transcendent
shit
beautiful shit
and its true
its beautiful
and simultaneously awful
crude
messy
a mess of the mind
my landscape
because everybody
is awful
but existence is beautiful
and we use that to will good things
thanatos and eros
creation
destruction
and the unity of both
the relation
looking up relevant videos for young people and providing commentary and such, tho i
think ill probably start with something less interesting
politics, culture, whatnot
also man, i gotta stay clean unfortunately, or fortunately, whatever way you look at it
i just get mad reticent when i smoke and stuff, tho Im too old to really feel anxious
about it anymore
also the fact Im doing it for the gifffy
and myself you know?
but id be down to hang out still, denitely, id probably be more entertaining, especially
today i feel quite clear and happy, etc
last time we saw each other was interesting enough lol fairleighs pretty chill tho i
wouldnt have minded had it just been us and your friend, add a girl to the mix and it
complicates things
she put my hand in hers and said all this shit like Everybody at school thought you were
creepy but i said you were cool so people liked you
and I just wanted to say to her that it really doesnt matter anymore and that i really
dont care
it was more the situation that was odd
like she needs to get past high school, i got past high school and Im a fucker who
dwells on his life a ton, but i mean.wow
besides, i like being creepy lol
anyway, Im working on a manuscript in the meantime, between hours
if you want, i could send you an email. and its on google docs, so ill be adding and
tweaking things, youd be able to view the process.
on your own time of course
shes in the psych ward there
its no biggie; she was there before
before she went to the hab
and its a better place thank god than where i was
she might live with me at my crib when she gets out, get a job
well pool monies
and by a cheap place in long island city
or maybe brooklyn if we have dough
get an actual lease, not just sublet
ive been looking this stuff up lol
and dude itd be pretty sick to be a closer range to you my friend
its like were sending smoke signals
instead of like, actually meeting up
but idunno, all speculation
im trying to write a syllogism
its like if then statements
used in lots of logic and ethics
its tough its like verbal math,
but im liking it its fun
I want to try and reasonably prove a conscious universe
one day man
gotta research
like i might have done all i can with poetry for now, kind of focusing on philosophy,
critical analysis of interesting texts
reasons behind actions, my everyday life, thoughts that occur to me, experiments
but my past, no no
that i keep to myself
except in this case lol
it was a social experiment, easy because i really dont care much what people think
and it was nice to reect
or rather cathartic
id say, since were on the subject, that facebook still reects my peripheral life
theres certain horrors i cant share, either because i cant explain or it wouldnt be
relateable
hold on lemme just nd some smokes
for one, stealing meds from my friends dying father, thats a little less abstract. this was
in like 2009
and hallucinating skulls
in balloons
that were attached to his wheelchair
when i was over
it was like birthday balloons
also seeing god, in the least christian most frightening sense, at the kids house
i dont expect you to believe me
more than half the writing ive done was done to explain that night
i showed matt once
these newspapers i scrawled on
that night
eight pages lled with gibberish
truly it was initrating the core of the eddy
that im still sane is somewhat of a miracle, especially since i lived in ct and did mad
drugs and went off meds and went crazy
the two years after 2008 were the most painful tho
like basically no relief
living in my room
i lost the actual newspapers which as an image are much starker
but copied down what i wrote in them there
letters took on the denitions of words, words took on whole meanings, meanings took
on the void
most of all the in-between, the stuff you might not understand, is horric because its for
myself and my mind to deal with, i cant explain the pain of feeling motherfucking
cosmically insignicant, sufce it to say its never been a matter of perpetuating an
image of deepness, or an obsession with the novelty of metaphysical concepts, but
quite literally it is a serious case i approach with desperation and urgency
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POME5
i wish i cld aamaze grafti artists with rembrandt
they whld jus cal me a annoyin brat
they have there wishers well they drop innity pennies there
there is a dogged silence upon spoken reason
there is a face to logic, mutilated, deformed, spread
past the thighs, melting like an animal made beastly serious
in guring out,
in where found us the causa prima
teleology, telos means origin or source
study of the source is study of teleology
difernt from tautology
which is elliptical argument, proving thru repettition,
which can happen. the point can be made.
if the fool were to persist in his folly he would become wise
WILLY BLAKE^^^
i like people who are dead mostly
bc i amaze them to me
in my head delusions are people telling me things about my writing
why i am just sitiing here while my brain is on re
synecdoche nw york with philip hoffman good movie, surreal as shit
i been thinking a lot abt truncation, awkwardness,
not for some invisible higher reason for itself,
but just an expression of headstate of artist,
the beauty in aws as themselves, failings as failing, beautiful
for the honesty, do everything you can to be sincere
everyone from beyonds the grave keeps tellings mes.
schikcsalsgefahrte means fellow sufferer in german,
its a schopenhauer thing.
his essays are provocative to say the least.
and the will is my
power
animal
soft yeilding is not my thing, na it is be truthful
contradicting everything.
shit im weak.
shit shit hit me up anyway
so i can make you feel uncomfortable for a few hours,
when always you are most welcome,
even tho my knees shake and i nearly drop
when i see you peter.
i dont know why that happened man,
fear of messing up = ingrained. shit balls,
viols and trumbolineoos
pretty music over and over again
the curtains sets ons thes worlds
and nobody used anybody else
and al the pissantswre aite, , aigte? damn.
slam ur man already girls.
dont bbe so lost all the time.
guysre too dumb to be lost
eh, chicken butt, i say, or the cock of poopy,
imean poppycock.
cook poop in a big brasket.
bake that shit
cause it to reveal items of stupendous
importance. do the feelings thing again i like that go again,
grasp again, again
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POME4
wranglers belt sounds out weltering them,
i catch thems cathcers them catcher i mean duh
gangs of people people everywhere it is amazing
dumb performance, drama dumb
everything is a organized afraid of heights expression,
let litter litter openly-
-in front of everybody. treat gouramnds to treats.
they like it like i like tricks,
stateboarding, aterbording, warterbording,
hows it feel osaoma
bling is my best friend.
cordialtiy is nuts if youre too cordial,.
blank stares familiarize a
degenerate intellectual with a cosplay spokeswoman,
downtown. after the regret bluism dies.
i cant i can i can just
write. i can use this thing as a way to write or something
i call it pivoting seagull i have a ne y land on nose
following path, i girted to some sway of feelign
spaghettied like into a black hole, my theory about strings
remains to be proven,
that everything is woven like the borders of a comfy afghan,
the blanket you dingus not the osamas and isis
the thing about libertarians is that
the thinga bout democrats is that
the thing about capitalism is that
the world likes to deprecate with points
instead of solving
anything. dust gives me an image of dust for gratis.
but i owe hope a pound of weed,
i used to do a lot of heroin and pcp
highest id ever been, lost a lot of myself.
seriously i am a sentence ggrafte d together fretting about the force,
i will expllain every thing.
i will be really nerdy and get locked in lockers-
-by giant ornery capitalists. dumb shit.
wheres it. thats a question why did you make it a statement/ becaus
i am saying not asking. where IS it. the in theism.
its the in thang. i used
to drink a lot also i like the color violet.
violet lite is the new brand of deity-diet,
ditter differences to smothering mauls with wood,
eat the well-chippin wood, forget name, i will just say glitter-
-but that is that, a comely goat laughs.
ts eliot had something called objective correlative,
abstractions made familiar thru sense of the tempest of time
stilled one moment but for the creaking of the barracks
dolts in the cell mumbling to themseleves prisoners, dumb,
i can smell ur cunt thats higgs or whatever,
from silence of the lambs. what a great performance.
objective coorrelative: anyway: this
doesnt man enough of itself to be accomplishable.
needs more than on its own.
i am important and you are important.
sun is shinign and i want dinner,
sunday morning by velvet underground reminds me
of a sunny winter morning [on sunday obvs] in the east village,
crisp leaves falling
and shes just a doll isnt she
outdated term
com on get with time
insert less commas
i need more havoc to put in my display case,
slitting throats cshould be my natureal ability,
im good at it i know i am i just
need a dummy to try with test subject.
i like to insert my dick into realms unknown unlocked
by perifdy. evil spore on tip of penis,
is it venereal. just venerable slumcum, that is
all she chased the benign weasel
she corraborated the story but said, he
was ne, just a lil drunk to cops.
i dont kno
what batman dan wld have done
if i learned hoevwr impossibly that,
well, if i hadnt put my hand on the door of his car &
said he smelled like licker, [he
was harrassing an appereant gf? or something]
well they were about to go off somewhere.
confession : : i nearly sold heroin to someone who was trying to kill themselves.
later
i
would
learn
they
jumped
off
the
verrazano
bri
dge
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POME3
the thing about writing is you can do it all the time
it is not a thing to covet, jee covetous desirous
suchs bland as bran. cant cant inject order
in a roo that babbles to itself all night bout rendering
the perfect dot stowing recalcitrance
and beggin a frame of mind that lost its capital idea
w/ o shiversome
species relegated to spangles and hums of glitter,
just notions, forgiveness,
this is one notion. another is artbreak. thats this.
just it must be broken. running thru apoplectic, thistle
and rinds too kind to poke, apple of eye,
organism ogre, / dont want / terrible spare the spare dune
of the windy desert,
lie about windshields /form barracudas of slung shots
at the president of the prezzs fanclub
on the east coast, somewheres on new hampshire, ehh we meet
ekig ideas sitting at a plinth like art sudents evereywhere
crushing up sudafed in tonguing it out like purpledrank
i dont kno what power is i just want this-
-to be surfaces but also not be miserable i want
want to shine thru like a grieving
i want grief to be bright and shiny like
you know art speculats about a lot ffor the good of humanity
unsure u dont sell uncertainty you set re to it
as it is itself a wrung re from the lit match to the putrid gasrag
i was stuck in new york the national, lyrics,
some such ng. leave a red sothern sort in her mothers lot.
felled at the smoking of people, art
kicks the fecal-encrusted, badgers it with love
and nurtures the fecese. some thing gets
all weird suddenly. then
another thing does call me a douche. if ya see t. have ts
about drugs diggin the brain out of its glide,
bitter smegma, object ludicrous, new york new york
ration income
ration income
live bloggin is cool
as long is it kicks the feces itskewl
i just follow my own narrative and am entertained
i dont care if i dont clothe the mind with the heart, eya
i do it with t more mind.
midn mind on mind, wrung gasrag, molotov coktail
furgeson, fergeson,
ornery pricks having a go at drivving tanks
gassing neighborhoods not one
retaliating weapon, hear the signs sing,
point to breakfast, which
i do not hope is soon, its sancited dark, gets me
all over myself with opulent life, big as in a palace,
momentary coot. stay in bed like a king.
drink expried sorta soda. diet pepsi. anglican church.
rosters of trees waiting to get into tree heaven.
all the papers go to hell,
and moments bleed into moments as mind does
into mind
into mind, bruh, bruh nono fuck nanneis
sexy nannies doing heroin speedballs cokeblow, yak, smokin birds, dirty cheat wins
medal of honor
of requisitioning all pieces from the sober fella,
never allowing eyegain, again, poor sober fella, na, yuos pure but bored, consider the
lord
nd aftermaths jism all over the ankles, where your beltepart of pants is,
send a clingy bitch to your abartment to talk toes with you,
you hired her to suck yours.
camus spoke of kafkas lack of endings
like penal colongy, which ends bescia basically
with the explorer suddenly rashly heated,
keeping out the others with one of those giant ropes on ships,
swingin it to and fro, like to say back you ends!
he had before been so seemingly now i guess openminded, theres a cat outside
there is no cat
there is no outside,
one can
only go inside an outside place, u kno,
the way you split an atom, maken peeace with an open eeee, damn yo, splick
defnitevie
rousing aguish, gooey dysplasia, dystopia bees upon /us, shit out of luck
this sux
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POME2
wrote stuff, let screams morph / ills ease down,
fat race / inated runt /just
mny nothins big / gums with novicain,
only blow / it seemed like nocavain
only random / i like styles / it gets the ill down,
farce creep dunce some corner of the eye deal
bind thots let one sing
ding ding moms dont use that blowhorn i kno i know
i have only been to haight ashbery once
used to get steak sandwiches in california
i like being able to slowly blink my eyes
pressure pressured itself and made me anxious
and then the planet came into existence
existentials say existence precedes essence which i believe
the hairs on my legs feel weird cuz the fans on them
keeep runnin with the fan thing -inner dialogue. .
mace to the face when my friend kyle did line of 2ce,
he thru up fr awhile.
i was like he ok ?? shit man,
dont do caterpillar lines of this shit it is potent.
i wish i was skinny as the style of a ghandi
just willing for justice of craft to whittle me to nothing.
broke the new wood now time for carving paraphrase ezra pound on whitman
whitmans awesome, heres some stuff she wrote
about kids: a child sedd to me what is grass ??
id say it is exactly just getting busy following yr minds path
without worrying about enything but the darkness of the path
you have to make it out alive before day othrwise yu start over that is scary
start ofver from the beginning at dusk
clandestine is a word that comes to mind, surreptitious,
subtle as DNA, pull apart the double helix like a wishbone thats
yoni wolf, not me. great line. i like
to lean against lamppostst waitng for bekcett seeing
a guy ad hominum thots bug me
while i look at his eyes & no him. i want an oddysey of something.
advaenture. something that is my valience
besides merely being wallace stevens that time that was.
valiance good good. way to rescure my diseased tastbutts
i said once there is all things, not all peopel.
well corner me ask me do it.
i tangle u. i love wry lines. my hair is on re.
drumm the heart. something like,
imply it all, point at the sky which is after all nothing.
just a cage. we cant escape gravity. were stuck.
write carnage carefully, assiduous man.
thats my warning. dont realize the whole brain.
o ok big brother. the path will go leading where it will.
this is my constant epistle to god, my telepathic hermeneutics with nobodys. HAH!
fuck I just like justice. eat me. dreamt about writing
to somebody. my old drugs counselor. my dimmens were dimes.
my demons were diamonds of molly, or cocaine.
fuck i love coacian.
damn. cant have every miracle be real, tho. bless
those implicative aping slashes / debunk pharmhood / run a greatness
/ or sell the social / na /. fakey mist / it bleeds everywere /
it ruins yur carpet . it draws a blank k kk k kkk k fkldsj fkht h#L/i4o6y8;v6tujc/vzo
this is real time, but im doing nothing so
teh disordered mind is my only action. so.
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POME2
wrote stuff, let screams morph / ills ease down,
fat race / inated runt /just
mny nothins big / gums with novicain,
only blow / it seemed like nocavain
only random / i like styles / it gets the ill down,
farce creep dunce some corner of the eye deal
bind thots let one sing
ding ding moms dont use that blowhorn i kno i know
i have only been to haight ashbery once
used to get steak sandwiches in california
i like being able to slowly blink my eyes
pressure pressured itself and made me anxious
and then the planet came into existence
existentials say existence precedes essence which i believe
the hairs on my legs feel weird cuz the fans on them
keeep runnin with the fan thing -inner dialogue. .
mace to the face when my friend kyle did line of 2ce,
he thru up fr awhile.
i was like he ok ?? shit man,
dont do caterpillar lines of this shit it is potent.
i wish i was skinny as the style of a ghandi
just willing for justice of craft to whittle me to nothing.
broke the new wood now time for carving paraphrase ezra pound on whitman
whitmans awesome, heres some stuff she wrote
about kids: a child sedd to me what is grass ??
id say it is exactly just getting busy following yr minds path
without worrying about enything but the darkness of the path
you have to make it out alive before day othrwise yu start over that is scary
start ofver from the beginning at dusk
clandestine is a word that comes to mind, surreptitious,
subtle as DNA, pull apart the double helix like a wishbone thats
yoni wolf, not me. great line. i like
to lean against lamppostst waitng for bekcett seeing
a guy ad hominum thots bug me
while i look at his eyes & no him. i want an oddysey of something.
advaenture. something that is my valience
besides merely being wallace stevens that time that was.
valiance good good. way to rescure my diseased tastbutts
i said once there is all things, not all peopel.
well corner me ask me do it.
i tangle u. i love wry lines. my hair is on re.
drumm the heart. something like,
imply it all, point at the sky which is after all nothing.
just a cage. we cant escape gravity. were stuck.
write carnage carefully, assiduous man.
thats my warning. dont realize the whole brain.
o ok big brother. the path will go leading where it will.
this is my constant epistle to god, my telepathic hermeneutics with nobodys. HAH!
fuck I just like justice. eat me. dreamt about writing
to somebody. my old drugs counselor. my dimmens were dimes.
my demons were diamonds of molly, or cocaine.
fuck i love coacian.
damn. cant have every miracle be real, tho. bless
those implicative aping slashes / debunk pharmhood / run a greatness
/ or sell the social / na /. fakey mist / it bleeds everywere /
it ruins yur carpet . it draws a blank k kk k kkk k fkldsj fkht h#L/i4o6y8;v6tujc/vzo
this is real time, but im doing nothing so
teh disordered mind is my only action. so.
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POME1
not much of myself id reap up as.
too together, yea i guard my
sinister minister, beggin
locked bouquet rondure stylist
sick of not being able to say anything
wrote myself broken
depressed into laughing ts every laughable
piece, deprecatd cornball sluttiness
ravel ravel ravel buy cialis buy seals for the notepaper
redundant, i get to ttraveling lost smoke back
into the real cigar. like this shit
exist so like it all the same,
i dont know hwat im thinking
any more
i just sit here all day and play pretend
i cant seem to break out of my vessel
ecigs rnt smokin seccation
thus bullshit / grab mike downfall precocious yourngster
i and another enemy id wish an enema
relly painful one tew
donka donk, i like my pair
dont grow new one. so much id reap up,
so much for that. jsut
a blessing fr domeless model pupils
a useless conformist, sweaty w bankfear
minister dries his trickling coat on the
shitty coathanger
a wife digs nails into cherrywood armchair arm
poor unrequited images i have made u liet me
connect you. i have too blues to.
tew much sad. sad ass cruly cornered, left to die
for money, problems
and guts. dont kil me. kill the past. all
this is an imago, what you see is a frozen priest
undoing his fold and having a drink
matters little. ideas pelt against mind like hail.
whenll i bring sexy back.
when thoughts dry up is it like taking mud from rain.
little fusions, big explosiosn
and nasty conceited me, so fucked, i cant only
be inspired to talk shit till numb. my
hands are nubs / hath no use i do not /
big emogee for the existence of god
subject matter is hard to come by . come buy
come buy. what if the next
gods were poets. keeping this blog,
just in case it damns me ova.
just a dam to dam the damn onslaught,
wiggle thru to happiness i.
fat checks denied. dont kno what tips are
just give fat ones, gives me sense of ownership. i crust
over and die, in that order. some impossible
disease gets stranglehold. this is moment by moment here.
controls were jammed damn GRANDADDY [band]
that is how i feel. this poem has a disease or
this poet hasd one. i laugh bc i am laughable./
less hate . . sucks it does to
be bitter. jut an idea, just one, into chest
like big knife.
shit talk the shittakcl
morse code blunts the special
imply immediacy thru being immediate but habitually collected
less and lss of yr self in dry paginated, uh ghosts
revised and revised, prurpose here to be bpro at immediacy.
lots of idea hath i i . . .uh
i dont know
best not . .
[a laugh at the spider in my fan, whom later bit me after sensing his chance at my
accord with him - i.e. let him be without whacking with newspaper. re humor at
ones own sureness of kinship. fallibility. certainty trumps sense, by which i can
feel no enmity towards something like an insect. this in turn is incommunicable.
so why do i believe we are in accord? spider will continue to regard me w enmity.
even to th point: when i offer truce, will continue to prove my suspicions. this is
all really a fancy way of saying i dont trust spiders.]
anyway my recognizing inspiration,
depletes the inspiration,
or whatever. i
had something
or other in mind to
say earlier,
but uh it uh seemed
to hamsted.
so i am
saving the shitty, uh
part for now?
DC
PS:
I am a little brain in a body / subjugated to the pain of will / I am comatose / associate
rage with vanity / sort of coast : like thru life, / just, not truth again / I want something to
get a kick out of regular / into the big arena / into the sojourn / certainly I try to free a
self / from rut / waiting to mean what I mean / need smaller / need revealing / self does /
stop / stop / grainy photography / lters for the soul to put on yr Instagram / legitimate
bluffs for a reason / read on / lying is negating / nothing but truth / a hidden prize in ur
breakfast cereal / I choked on meaning sort of / imagined a whole mind amass / what a
lie / what a belief is aint for to take tolls / but make a splendor of a ruined body / horror
of will / lack of something / cannot regain / photo photo / need removal, try and stop the
lunch out of my throat / I slide it back and it burns / there is some pain for the lynch
mob / there is an everyday horror seen in the ower on yr lapel / it is purple and
murderous : preserve this guaranteed moment / I have nothing to offer / I am existence
but that misunderstood / a lozenge, please / a blanket in this cold would do / freak
accident / or am freak / some bitch called me freak : I freaked : I am proven a nil
amongst those who need not feed reactions / stranded , this is all stranded / some le
cabinet / Im unimpressed / if otsam is divinity / how to divvy up the rest of all great
things / unless all it be otsam / all dull quake of heart / all a giant wrong thing / all roads
lead to it / all seas cater waves to the grand fabulous / the mar / the poetic asswipe or
the other / in other words !! / buzzed off all this castoff / its my ugly guts / I cradle them
innards in / my hands / like children / be delicate / I an awed / I am a piece of work / I
think my cock is bigger than everyone elses / I feed the mean parts : you disgust / me /
say other , say other / path broken / synapse disabled / back to numbing more :
voracious for it / lay back in that delicious torpor / sleep me into a rocket / straight into
the sun / yea / for America / for the blood to beat right / for other stuff / important stuff /
you name it, man / you claim it : u rise next day and it is night / for the sun / uh makes /
uh no difference / nor do your hateful garbages and vegetable thoughts left swept off
with the chaff / to putrefy in some college campus apartment / something alive in the
garbage eventually / later found out / it was old cheese / on the side of the basket /
inching away to join his mutant friends. / I shld join him / I shld / follow a rise of the
garbage / the shes down the void into sewer / alligators / smelly fodder / join them / join
the decay / run off and join the circus / be dead and see how u like it Dan / common
misconception / my will dances without my help / it will hurt to end this text / I do not
know / when I will expel sacred jism / for the wrought sounds here / brave the lack of
end, friend / it is with u / and maybe uh / I will spray after / uninnite poetry is an
onanism / slaughter / slaughter / slaughter (?)
(?)
Minuscule, all the things
Perspective lends. Funny,
Where they end up, outside
The unnished
Cosmos of our heads.
Weird where
Doubt leads, if you wrangle
The fear of it enough to talk
To it, tell it to settle down;
Speak to it like an adult.
Get serious. The utmost sterility
Is pedological
Outside the dome of
Particulars
There is no general knowledge
OF things
As we hope them to be
And dismissing the ambit
We deny
The seen:
: keep on.
: it feels obscene to keep on.
: ugh.
: what.
: youre obscene. your moms obscene.
: dude dont bring back childhood memories of walking in on my mom having sex.
: na uh.
: yea that never happened. i guess you cant really tell because
: i just wish you understood.
: ok motherfucker. time to bring you out in the open.
: what are you trying to say?
: its not about what i am trying to say it is you whos got to say clearly.
: truly the editor of works
is the unseen god
Righteous in all predicament cases
O this cornered lunacy.
It bites and thrashes also: for it is alive with plague: and is but for the speech of our
grandfathers to have completed. It is in a time-stuck canon.
It is only for them to have wrestled: and the men of generations hath solved for their
day, and hath given evidence only of their day and self-being.
This cornered lunacy, barking remnants like from new lungs.
BLAKE! Strike the cilia from the breaths of these moody arbiters.
Wake up yon daemon aways; wake and make found again yon batch of problems, now
left uselessly regaled amongst the rich and petty-
-For nothing but to meddle and muddle and pitter and putter. Around the point. Prickly
Pear Prickly Pear.
WAKE UP!!
I had a dream about solitude. There were many cardboard boxes in it too. Light barely
had room to open its mouth. The death came in, led the ape thru slapdash
inconsistencies disguised as the bare bones of all, all in this case personied as a
soupy discharge from the Lingams primordial tip.
Now so. Moving on to the others ideas about the magus and the footing of bill to the
snow-collector railing against the world as if madman and disposable camera were one:
On the side of the giant ear, aerated and clean, hairless, I saw a black mirror. And
deposits of rheum blanketed the entire planet with each incision I made into the brutal
harbinger CONTEXT.
As like some odd ash it all blessed me with dry smudges of burning white sage. All
incisions all incisions all incisions I attempted, drew back into a numinous fog wherein I
believe I saw something.
Then as suddenly the belief was awash at the bottom of a cliff and the thing
transgured. A mutt horse and rider I recall through the glass dimly: the rider: some guy
whose name now I cannot recall nor pluck from any of that blear of time I spent awhile
ago, at every chance I could
spilling blood out made entirely of grandpianos. The grandpianos shrieked back into the
constrictions of time and space.
Small circles bred like mosquitoes for some reason I gured Id nd out eventually and
soon for what-all with that nonsense some dominant gene burgeoned and it was
wealthy with expectancy.
It itself I felt was the beginning of a great event the which only some perdition in reverse
could have brought:
Enuff like THAT to be alongside the scruples, scruples, scruples of grand, emanating
CONTEXT, kicking and screaming. Reverse reverse. Reverse esreveR. Uh
Rearing us restive folk by the nipple of a probably deplorable doubt whoever was doing
that UH was like humanity existing for an entire lily pad, or anguish given an object to
smash, or guardrails along the sides of a rink for the damned.
It wasnt a usual limn nor did the vague sound of a descending absurd tranquil abused
absurdity [!!!!!] as one usually feels the might of get tight around the collar once
bellowed nor the shoe of a mastiff for that matter sound in clops like irrefragable pieces
of a harping, wholly delirious messenger with too much disease to lose to ever have
vented a spore out.
The denial of all, near religious and nonetheless concocting out of shame a singular
medicine for those wheezes as could shrift the heaviest voice of a man, by dint of
speculating about the term spinal column made the gutsy verb appear, the act now
consummate with knowledge of having a certain priority among at the least grander
fools than I.
So I said. Well the SPACESHIPs here is it not ?? What the teaching could not teach,
what the words could not imbue iswellmore or less invaded is it not ??
The committee knew this and soon enough decreed with a smash of gavel and sudden
hundreds splitting to the only door, to shoo off quick as possible from whatever
horrically beautiful effects as might soon enrage out what amounted every time this
happened to the whole world speaking at once and with a facility as to this so beacon-
bright and among as the stupendous usually was such a clutter of viceroys that the very
of their decree degree in that there stupid decreeing of that nal sun that is that
espousing loop of a brightness and mingling darknesswellit made one big PFAFF
all candied and escutcheoned for o-zone purposes: and everything shone like proper
shadows, as if rightness in their light was the place made for which all earths brig of
prettyful apocalypse and innite and also something involved that is as meaningless as
surrender [whatever you want] might get around to. Spooning out their magnied
knowledge; out to those too blind to retaliate. PFAFF.
I handed out some yers for a thing I myself would not have expected of the least hovel-
dweller, nor shrill spouse, nor maker of hexameter, nor modest daredevil, nor saint
even.
Yeah splitting to the door. Them stepping all over the universes faceall, yes, all, yes,
allfor a chance to grab and choke down something very much unlike any earthly
melody-candy.
Them burned for the pill to swallow. Teach them big harshnesses, o. Longing.
OR like, fruitful endeavors: fruitful as celerity imagined poetically [the serious poet is
after all an achievement] and and and the sound.
In the meanwhile of its whimsicality and air of darksome and remorse I contemplated
the man again BLABLABLA. And the broken spine of the mutt horse.
And saw the gyre ad innitum thru a most unidentiable muttering plank of mutating,
ever-changing breathing patterns.
Dusk came and it was as like the shock of an inorganic, orange douse and of ame and
recital of sun itself, I handed the hammered punk that was myself to myself, made then
and rightly uh uh,I guess, cool and striding thru cloudy gerunds-for-verbs.
Like the thing about time That only clocks can tell you. [Ashbery] - - - - You, me, that is
to say, having some coffee curdle the cream out of marvelous void and all damned
darning of prescience together in even if only one quaint nauseating completely pretty
and neat swell afghan comprised of latches of bizarre, freezing metal. Well and good
well and good you might say.
The coffee enters a dimension thats sort of different but not by much. It is basically the
same and all remains well and good for the coffee there, right there, and plumb as fact
and lord as logic right there humming in the sunny spot. At the window of desire. Great
stretches of cardboard I now only know will be my truth.
Great, fallible wrath, a mind demented and spurious and also just fantastic! & awesome!
Airing out in some blank pad out in the sticks reasoning awfully with a drop of rain.
But far too long to bust out of symparanekromenoi and into life again. Beautiful marble
standing imageless against the darkness like a bedside lamp that talks to you while you
sleep about all those ideas you will have tomorrow about the bedside lamp you so
eschew day to via buzzards of any sort of relief, or sense, or drawn face jilted of sad left
to make up happiness all of a sudden as would a prank delineate between cruel and by
the kicking toadstool kill a death mere as chilling in a house as would life itself summon
blithe correlating megrim and salty insults, as regards the presence of your matriarch
huddling effusively and all deepjust within the screen, within the hideous
schoolmarms width of expenditure, bundle of cash or no, college or community, all
comeuppance.
And she hunched in re-ame seeing the babe born in joy by the lounge chair.
Just under the legs. Crawl Crawl Crawl. Someone said I had the audacity to make a
statement that I had dreamt but all I hardened myself for were criticisms as regards my
pet penguin. Especially his top hat made a tourist attraction worthy for the latest hidden
follicle or biggest atom award the stooly gave to me for spilling the beans about Pooky
down on 9th st.
And he sells bundles of wonderful for skinny souls for forty bean you spill for later but
under different circumstances.
Yes. If I create it it is true. Big literalism daunts and haunts. Simplicity seems a
vampirism. Yet I shall be death-paean to a club of jaded fathers drunk in spite of
troubled daughters and insistent payments, bluet ideas, and all just fake noise
congratulated to the ears of the indifference-enthusaist. If I create it it is true. Yet I know
not. I know I know not. One does not pass the same river twice. No. No sir. Not even
once.
[I am all beneath the auburn sky. What detaches from me so does from the planet
itself and yet that is not at the clearest what I am. I am mere as everything. A
cartilage spoken across the walls of cave nor in any other dwelling place do I not
stumble thru in a language mine. In craft I craft; in solution solve; in my enemies
detest peace and in peaceful men nd it.
Later, you will consider me briey, by the callus of rock and entropic eventuality
and shaping: by the inlet of holy waters giving and retreating along prow, made
slow and timeless and that by an unseen polisher. You will think I am the shanty
far off for these tidings of small are to you most vocal yet I am that on top of
ideas.
I am the idea, the idea and the shanty, o o o the shanty and the view from faraway,
and all a true amalgam, o o o, an impossible, unspeakably beautiful hodgepodge,
somehow harmonized; as if I might see my own view of the ragged planks and
nails of a shanty that does not exist, from close up the same as far, not seeing it
as much as doing so,dual and yet unity and idea withal the scrapes of men, the
slings, o torrid souls, o complex, torrid men, aloft in the feces, hiding tries yet
these made of their bigness, their ungiving,
their business: seethe in the calling of names, rapid motions of all incident and
brainless carnage. Sensing most often a bit ithe bidding, unwilling as the
saurians unmanned, a cry to say what shall I cry, I cry; and martyr that messy
greatness at last, for the sake I as myself say the thing worthwhile, inlaid forever
thru miles of a weeping self.]