Dugout slutz and doughnut holes.

Hello suddenly
and certainly
feels like forever ...
isn't it always the how that gets us thrown
we fly...
Mr masturbation handfull of little pain.
Here we go again ...
belly rumbling but barely mumbling trying to get outta bed some cornucopia have souls
I had to look
I had to wonder where he is
are the boys I raise hash
Voiced meek alternatively its cool high cool.
Dreamed into a master plan... a trick to free vacations... Sneaking into cancer camp will be so fucking awesome .number 1: ya gotta look like you're dying, eat ugly foods for the month beforehand , get really rundown, go out late and do loads and loads of those really hard on the heart drugs, then prod some kids to hit you with sticks and rocks, be the don't sleep in a bottle guy, and then you need to remove your hair
summon up some of that good ol' deathly willow wispyness,
I can already see the sympathy stacking up.

Yo so this is how it goes early in the morning before the crows I always forget about those piles of clothes... maybe today-ee , i can put my hair in neet  corn rows the you know that's only for the pros of Wa Wa Wa Wa Wa Wa Wa we get the other way around we gotta find our own ground I gotta make almond bread break this fucking checker necks,next to Spencer's, wait, why am I  in a goddamned mall, only mirror-on morons graze in mass killing counterstrike shouldn't be here without a helmet. OK
I'm rambling maybe I put too much on the bet now you know straight up gambling don't know nothing when you have enough said something well it's all gonna be alright only come around again my friend we don't have to be the same we don't have to be the same we don't have to be okay with the way this world is torture maybe it's just waterboarding but it still feels like drowning I don't know if you know but I know the difference the man in the fucking White House is not a nigger after all he's a punk bitch and I always thought that I was going to be the 1 to say switch slow motion can we get some fucking calamine lotion for this rash on my ass this fucking scratching so very sucks
listen to me
make sure that everyone is on the same page
are you on the same page? with me?
Thank you
Do you remember hair remover lotion like from the comic 80's film Police Academy when that Mahoney put it in the captain guy's shampoo? Well u found a neet bottle in a freebox next the diabetes waterbottle try-athelon
l headed there
K can you add that with the diabetes Athletic Park and you're in that everything meeting about to go in summer you're going to go to Tampa
And hate yourself self help style. Self esteem for dummies.
So i found but someone else would buy a bottle of spray on deodorant
says that's bizarre
discount mark down
79 cents luggage
lived in motels
the eighty's remembers quarters and yikes!
Corduroy suits not soup yep i remembers them
olden days with pussy ass hair hairspray we use for the whole family and make you proud
and I look at anything
That wiggles when it walks oh baby that's a what I like... a giggle and talk a Google and a stalk...
you need to notify my therapist about  this
They work nights at any of the local plaid pantry's or lonely three am porn asylums

I think it is our stuff
I think I need to leave
I need to breath
But all I got is this
Suffering suffocation on blue lips shoved against the bus glass
Mouthing "kiss my ads''
me? I need love like you need a man in diapers to shit on your cutlets... me? I only was there for the cold hard cash... you can keep that dead heart shriveling to craysons
I got one already
me... all I need if at all
any TV Hair remover lotion
Will do.
Been so hard.
Getting a date.
Driving the rape van.
in my Ninja turtles mask.
Why ain't we done got more evolved yet.
Fucking monkeys.
Your coldness rubs my mood.
Be like the dinosaurs... and go funk yourself silly.:: praying for a mass extinction

... sooner would be better...

When we're all dead on the outside as well,  the ferns will enjoy the quiet.

The Coal Miner's Mince

And I didn't remember until right now...
That I look like my brother and my son
except for 100 years later
after they died see
I'm not the 1 that left you
Naked and sticky on a fucking rainbow fucking bridge I'm not going across any kind Middle Kingdom unless schedules change and I happen to wake up time bacon just dad and i cooking
Six am
I'm little. A hand held up. "I'm this many!" All the fingers wiggled wormsily:
Hes a real mountain man. Salt of the earth. Gives me running yolks... like he means to say "I love you"
But that's too gay for him to squeak, we eat our dabb-eggs and crispy bacon huddled up to the green stove funny smeller
Nineteen eighty one or two. In mt scott park love cocked like a revolver that's when I see his chicken legs, these chicken legs shooting 3 pointers arches and swishes. This is how you get warm in the woods. Eat hot animals and move around like dancing and running. And most beautiful; the moss thinly sprouting from the court, the lanky Douglas firs waded in a soft fog, cold dew sparkled with the steam of the stove. Coleman. Great granddad Gardner was a coal man. Died in a Pennsylvania mine. Collapse. Grandpa Wilfred ain't but five. Off to the military orphanage for you. It will take 100 years for the Gardners to regain a sufficient model of fatherhood. And I still collapsed as a coal-man coughing lungs up on the young... what have I done? I raised another chance at us finding peace. Bit by bit this shit will wash off diligent as dish soap. Return us to Eden. Take my grandchildren to the garden. Let them grow. As we never. Could. Anthony. Oh how I wish love were the only ingredient to our relationship. Then there'd be nothing to challenge our stubborn heads and our coal chunks we call hearts.

Narky Mark and the FlipperKids®

Darn it if it aint the sack she's been looking for or did he say he had a crooked goose cooking again sadly this can't end any more badly than this tepid torture borders on the sense of drowning under buckets of the fuckits investment lost at tfe cost of his life a trifled rifle mouthful fucked out the back in more ways than won she'll have a litter of kids with missing eyelids, matching moms flipped up flippers, surviving in pools of moon water on the darkside lunatics with bricks and chaifed sticks riding the what next thrill ride to Walmart parking lot pain spasm dosed and over his lead body the heart rises like monster meat beating the bravery back into the air. We must eat him. 

Focus the force in you and dabble the moon with grapes and frontrow seats dead plants inside this horrid daydream I'm on again off again repunzzle ate hate berries and lived empty quivered the last livers of his life alone covered in stones and slivers... there where Falls becomes the rivers.

Prepaid Pleasures

I paid in blood..
scuffling knees bike
failing on rapid sadness
exhuming the only human
being l have left in me.
Me I
I've murdered myself
several times over
them days it was so
easy to fall strangely vaguely evenings grown 
Empty written on regretful paper. Loose and lose have so much in common
They could be brothers
But then again
So could we all.  

Whenever you feel like it is today

Sometimes I can be real truth rude I have for the belly full of beans Or beez please remember we're all in this together whatever stuck in traffic cut me some slack the quick kind can you give me the world a better place today or tomorrow generator I'm going to have to borrow keep the lights on in the world goes dark growing all lonely like a winter I'll never forget a better Peter bit her and what was he thinking bringing her with her does little dog speak English or do I have to translate he definitely knows how to posture how fucking a big this wig is hugging domestic vileness postergirl  in his sweaty: all nighter: arms what were you born in a barn or something. She asked with cancer on her shirt and lips. Yes. And so was Jesus,... known well for his leaving the door hoping its open for those broken moapers sidestepped the lepers just to get table scraps and plenty of empty promiselands hole in the head glory more to the story u bore me with this duality reality is a multiplicity a magnanimously massive aneurism
Nuts and flakes trying
To be seriously cereal killers haunting the stops at hatshops and swap meats snapping back with insight like you had cataracts off the tracks I gets to axe like I don't give a shit...I'd rather shoot cats than coke... I ain't got the heart I had a Kid hitting
hit after hit finding no peaches just pits
One of these days ima get on that psychedelic Jesus bus and ride it in the comforting hills of la la land... I kinda want to die happy. Even if its just pretend. Let me rest my weary soles.

Little Armpit

Graveyards and goalposts, drifting under hazy lights on the darkest path... lonelier than an empty schoolyard, tetherball  chains dangle headless chiming and chinking  their sultry  rendition of "for whom the bell tolls",  grossed out and pissed off, I shoulda stayed home, where there's all those wonderful parts to things in drawers and boxes stacking tall, a warm old place, the perfect atmosphere for eating fleshy faces... of coarse masturbation has fewer commitments, maybe this isn't a tragedy after all, if we added a laugh track to the gorey and embarrassing parts, it might just make the son come out. Sonny sonny sonny day. I mostly miss him. Missed him two times, nuthouse disasters unexplained, I never stopped missing out, I just notice it now that everything's gone to muck. 

Post or child

Post content.
Or maybe just
sluggish enough
to not notice
the sad
staining away on the counter and sleave.
We grieve
like virgin children holding roadkill, we are guilty of  running from cares like house fires... some are found seeking a self digging through the dumpster on thier shoulders, they learn the harfway that there ain't no such thing as spare change,
Everyone had to make their own
Can't borrow or buy it. Nontransferable, although open to copy.
I'm still resting. Mostly resisting this.disgusting being mean eating a man I'm just a meat bag. Then u got other
MEATBAGS being mean and yelling at this meat bag to be a better meat bag. Why should I listen to Meat bags? I never do.

givertake pattycake (Guest Writer Dr

invisible vulnerable fragility 
balancing between savagely battling inadvisable dualities
panic-king as their laughing
breeding casualties--feelings callousing...
its almost mind numbing
this succumbing
home alone fumbling
under faulty ceilings
crumbling in the streets of humbling
where no one wants to hear my mumbling...
when does truth ever set us free
privileged with an existence of consistent suffering. 
uncomfortably hesitating 
delaying every something. 
prolong awaited awakening 
chasing fading self discovery. 
ancient vibration palpitation 
rages bludgeoning drum beat.
what thrusts us upwardly 
came thumping from deep underneath 
a stumbling drunkards feet. 
keep shoveling, uncovering, 
treasure chest struggling 
just to fucking breath,

You inspire me to be enough already

Sleep down the way hobble
then come sunless skies feel so aceless to face this twist of faith,
spaded on iron fences
by unspeak-rabble cat's-trophie,
a whole hella more whore-abled, tormented under
differences betwixt olden dreams and this nightmare fresh face tear off the nearest girl
pair off and send him nuts like he's lost his world class skill, like a fucking mad hat squirrel. 

I will need a visit. Health bad. Eating away at my stop stopping heart hopappy happy hopping hard with a syllable limp like just another pimp named Jesus placenta
i can draw you a what I am diagram
I could fuck wombats if they wore makeup
and smiled a little more often.
Oi its a face,
not a coffin on crying crutches,
crown of candy corn
Some from life
spark union wearing
their facsimiles as
: if they're real faces, no one is ever talking in her redundant paintings,
if you'd listen to the insisting
you'd find I haven't been talking circles,
fighting cancer isn't the same as punching cancer kids,
Help me build this tower. Do you think its tall enough...
tall enough to reach heaven?
Hell got even with us,
we got taxes back
but we will never see our innocence again.
Submartian scuba diving driving lupus to the trooper Touba practice
what the fuck
makes people act like this. When can a new shit get
taken, seriously
It ain't right
leaving  the white screen
door swing blood
never brings
whites clean

Yesterday still lingers
sticky fingers
bring her
pink hurt
the curtains
Isn't the meat in this
steak out
all night biter,
wake up insider...
better watch her...
or the bitch'll slime off with yer lighter ...
So petrified in leaf bed wrapped in the dark
oh I get her
shame game  saddening
: the heavy ebbing forgotten headings,
hyena'd
by clockt out clucks
Those granny eating goblins
fucking with you
but youre never getting off
.... aunt gemima at sunrise,.. her unabled-nature realized as her fibbed motives blow out votives,
My vote is...
Let her hang...
Dont cut her down
Till the rope gives
Away to rotten whispered curses.

Promise me
and he,
that the succubus didn't seduce
the crave of the grave
Tools in dumpy dirty terror
0 from your home inside Whoregon born again porn bin standing in for pleasure where you been sends shivers down the mini blinds in mind's penthouse hand-me-downs, if anyone minds i find it impossible mesmerised by memorizing millions o  molehills and making earth breaking mystical mimes, golden girls with musical spines, who needs wind chimes.? When the noise we ate still rumbles around beckoning a hooded harbinger in hard leather to slit and sever the ghastedness left in timid lips and lungs chunks of oh rub it in i !
I.
I am sin.
As tree is seed.
Sin is my beginner spark.
Waiting for my shark.
Its all us sin seeds can do in such darkish pools.