Fuck off gotta write. (No not you.) Not there yet the mistrals an the whore grave diggers mate and it is glorious union. So utopiad, so nicety, discomfiture and dismissal. Strewn about in the correct orientation. No notion of daggar, or rationality. My dissidence is dense and it hits me. I am the brick in […]
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 […]
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 […]
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? […]
Hit ass ass ass. Kiss kiss. Mebe he can sunder invocation of style some day. He’s not too hot… I kissed him the other day. Lust in my pants and a little piglet on the street winked at me. T’was nice. Someday I want him married off. Little girl slutting off on the St. Winks […]
By sweeping bumper sticker design… Does he understand any of this? Killed it. Eat shit ear wax, rats. No combat, fatigue.(s) mebe he will cradle us illiterate fool at the disco want. us to stay~ maybe somewhere – in the out-a-back. Love is style.
Off-shore, by islands hidden in the blood jewels & miracles, I, Maximus a metal hot from boiling water, tell you what is a lance, who obeys the figures of the present dance 1 the thing you’re after may lie around the bend of the nest (second, time slain, the bird! the […]