Drama Queen

Your old friend,

Your old friend,

Goes like this:

Hate hate hate hate me. Hate hate hate hate hate this. Hats hats hats hats hats dance. Some some some some some time. Some some some some some fools. Want want want want want want you. Dead.

Hit the beat, the vertebrae like me out of my learning center. Is it beating still? No one knows, man, it’s cool just repeat after me: AEIOU AEIOU AEIOU…

Little thing, you’re the chance I’d like to take on the floor. You’re the time I sprained my ankle. Multiplicity in history. Some war. Not too bad. It’s just the scars that quake my atomic bomb. Sputtering. Well it’s got to go somewhere.

Dislocation of somnambulating memorization schemes. Weather’s still fine. Not dropping bombs on Paris. Not dropping bombs on New York. Not even going there in the summer, when I’m younger than now.

Hit off, right at the turn of the century. Well, lovers # n. F, can’t go. Somewhere around here… found it! Lit the match, hit up the gin, lost luck and got the fuckoutta there. Maybe next time, slick…

Send me off. I’m on vacation already. You go ahead and do that! You’re so cool for me. Maybe the neighbors can vouch for our legal divorce in advance. Like a bank account that thinks I’m healthy sometimes. Well, it’s got to be found sooner or later. No nonsense about this cash flow, just settlement toward the concrete slab where I found a dime when I was two. I could walk all over graves and when I learned to dance it got even better.

No guessing games when you sound so loud. You know. That’s the acoustic chamber of our lifetime. Inspiration strikes the ground twice when you’ve skunked out of school and hit up and caught your favorite band’s show at least a few times. It happens. Not everyone’s a winner. Go hope.


Alien Slut Coffee (Part 2)

In life, slut, that cool shit eats itself. Well? What have you for  yourself say? SlOw DoWn./././././…

I fought. Yes I did. I hope you did too. Upbeat! Yeah! Y’know? Summit? Cough? FffffCradle? Nay. Umm humming. Dope beat. Sup.

Some say! that cousins love each other no matter what. Even if they give each other brain disease. [fast:] how cute

Well no one knows. No one knows when ur naked and when ur not. It’s not the spittle in your chin brow that leaks me down, it’s the market and it’s hiatus and the help from dead ancestors and vice that grope me. I’m the rapist’s toy, slut. I’m here now. Forever hear. Forever foolish. Don’t grope the toys. They love(d) better. Scented. Cake hits and I’m floored.

How cute

Some say…

That when the weather turns pink, fixing things doesn’t work. at all times nonstop with coffee and a rain storm out there out West when it breaks in tune I shimmy shimmy hug~

Break sauce. Break it. Foolish toys. How fearful of biology and kind. In time I shall dominate you, but you don’t know how foolish that sounds! It’s laughable! Hah. It’s jokeable. It’s quaint. It’s senile. Funny devils. Can’t fix this mess.


The air I breath doesn’t settle in my lungs. I keep breathing and I do not understand. This high is not so great like mountains or ravines. This high hits its algo when the meter check hits. This high hits its algo when rain storm __drops__

Dropping balloons on the floor. Meh.


Alien Slut Coffee (Part 1)

Had that fifth coffee. It’s kind of romantic. Nothing is ever WRITE.

Traitorous disguise. What lust. I lips like and no one knows. Who goes there? There is no garment for the darkness. There is just pajamas. By the off chance that I get to go, there, in some sort of way–would you take me? In your arms? And hold me down and run me over with the train. Toy set won’t make me cry. I’m just five, I’m just twenty-five, I’m just a hundred . and one dalmations . at the pub. Maybe I can do it. But not, so, hough. and ho. Ho ho ho, bitches.

Diamons in cut. No one knows the attention c-c-cravings. I’m mad. No one explain that to her! Don’t do it!

Just denote your intentions and we’ll be cool.

No ulterior motives, slut.

I can’t stop. Well we’re off, and out go the hunters, there come the guns, then some drugs, now war, now frenzy and mass panic. Oh this is a good one! I am liking this simulation run, friend. We, aliens, be so in control of the situation har har har how entertaining har how long do you think it’ll last?



Split-Lip // Counter Corner

Split-lip //

Counter corner

grocery store


Ball and-


Cannot escape



I never never never never

Let go