“Hello. Get me a regular, cream no sugar.”
I am the thief, the slave, and the beggar.
“No, not decaf, thanks. How much?”
I am the pillager, the terrorist, the serial killer.
“Keep the change.”
I am the human centipede and the necrophilic, cannibalistic undertaker.
“Oh hey whatcha reading? Hmm? oh, no, I just got coffee.”
I am the Roman general crossing the rubicon, proclaiming loudly that the die is cast.
“Yeah, I think it has something to do with how they roast it; just makes it better.”
I am Plato; discovering the realm of the forms and discussing all things with all people.
“Yeah, that’s true...I don’t know why I can’t make it that good at home.”
I am the ascended one; making spiritual love to the soul of the universe and seeing all things.
“Somewhat remarkable isn’t it?”
"I've told you too much, already."
"You think i'm one of them."
and so cooly
his lips parted to engulf, her
"I expected comfort."
"You're a demon."
"Burn down the Sistine."
and so a pudgy woman;
talking to herself
bought a plane ticket
a condom, and
She's a spoilt little Bitch
Just look at her hands
Worn like a noose
That fucking gold band
All shiny and gleaming
Like a Cheshire grin
it's tighter than right..
And feels better than sin
She wears her heart
On a turn key wrist
Glitters like midnight
On delicate ears
Just enough sparkle
To shadow her fears
Yet where is the precious
In a gem gilded start
If the pressure to make it
Broke this crystallized
Mr. Crimple shaved his head
brushed his teeth and went to bed
and in the morn upon that pate
another pair of teeth mutate
a second mouth with tongue and lip
all required to smack and sip
the heavy rain now falling down
'I need a hat or else I'll drown,' said Mr. Crimple
I never liked roller coasters,
I always said I never enjoyed the rides.
I never liked the idea of flying,
I always said I didn't particularly like the idea.
Then I rode on this roller coaster that gave me a few moments of precious, precious flight.
I loved it with all my heart and more, put simply.
Roller coasters give you a feeling that you can't provide on your own two legs.
Flying makes you feel like your invincible.
I was riding in an air plane just a few days ago,
I was jealous.
My brother asked me how terrifying it would be if suddenly the entire plane and everything on it just turned invisible,
And I was just sitting there soaring through the clouds, appearing to be all alone.
I don't think he understood how much I wanted that.
I desire to fly, simply put.
And I "never" liked the idea of flight.