******* jumping gimminy **** **** gadzooks
They haunt the back of my mind with their nukes

Some playful shrimps clean the octolord's suction cups. One of their antennae buzzes a message up one of his orange tentacles and registers in the Octolord's mind: the silly sun is playing! Another shrimp: what's that sun up to now? The Octolord opened his mighty eyehole lids. The sun! What's...
NOTHING

There's a secret chamber, indestructible matter. Matter can exist in no more stable state than this small chamber is in. The chamber occupies very little space in the center of the earth. The chamber contains two dimensional information. This information describes everything that ever happened on earth for the archives. The octopuses recorded everything. They perceived everything. If an octopus managed to wrap it's tentacles around your head, you'd understand. It would tell you that everything has been worth it. You'd understand that you must live beautifully for the sake of the swirling two-dimensional archive at the center of the earth.

They record the information but they leave no trace of themselves. All they ever do is record everything. They observe everything and record.

Read the entry on decomposition.
Disagree? Go see your physician.

Self-fulfilling prophecy experts agree
Among the most potent:
"You're unhappy with me."

Condition on the line
Between very good and fine

What's conveyed in the smell and the dots
Is part magic and part design

A measure of health
How strong the poison fumes you choose
Suicide Machismo in disguise
I guess
It just seemed cool to not care
But I see the point
Jeez

Fleeting things like fury and fun,
The living attempt to rhyme with one.
but
In the uber-swirl where gravity and time go,
The lowest common rhyme is divided by zero.

I misinterpreted a message and based my religion upon it.
Just like everybody else.

Swirl detector locked in submission
To her sweet, ***** rotation and spin
His own point and purpose cheerfully blurs
Intentions and preferences transmute to hers

I can endure
Chill my way out
Of anything.
But what did Buddha do
About others' suffering?
They infect me.
I wish I could help.
Seems rude for me
To be so content
Over here
With whatever.

They act like nothing is just another thing
Just zero on the number line between negative one and positive one
But we know it's the natural state
And flaws and fault lines run
More true than any thing

What shirt am I wearing?
Where are my pants?
Oh yeah,
Last night was the pangalactic valentine dance

Looking out the window in the middle of the night
Up to ***, it's only me
Really use those eyes, look under the light
If there's ever a guy,
No flight just fight
Call 911
Grab the gun!

Everything acts without my permission, even me.
I know only this talking guy, the PR guy, making faces and excuses for you.
These other appetites and functions serve their purpose, I'm sure.
But they do NOT consult me.
Just as tįmę itself does its bidding
Moving forward without my permission
No. I'm not in control at all.

If it weren't for the fact I do everything wrong
I'd forget who I am all the way

Avoid death is my only dogma,
But I'm a Love enthusiast.

I had to say I felt somehow
So I decided to feel
Better.
And so it was
Until my mouth was bored
And it shook up
All the letters.

Hold him still so the blade doesn't slip
Just take a little off the tip

Very regent at the pageant
she was pretty he was  petty
Death was in the air
She was godsent
He was mindbent
He cooked her medium rare
All I want is a ***** *****

Wake up, yesterday was disappointing
Didn't get **** done
Now gotta jam hard and get lucky
Or it'll all fall apart
Falling
Fell
Just get ****** so you don't mind ******* it all up
****
What am I doing again?

Fixate on beauty
You hateful ****
Love
LOVE you weak
Nothing
Love

It's nice to have
That "I love everything" chemical
Pass by the receptors.
Who knows what triggers it
Or if my brain can make more.
But it's my fav.

"Why prefer?"
I used to wonder.
But it may just be to do
With easing the nausea of a physical being
Who is dizzy and alone
An individual
Keeping it together
In the physical plane

She's a spin magnet aligning
Everything in tune with her.
Force flows in the charged proportions
Curved by her common denominator.

A guy:

mind on his money
voice and style like honey
mirrors wherever he goes

A guy in an alternate universe:

concerned with primal fears
precision eyes and ears
Unaware of his boogery nose

Typically unsuccessful
Alchemy of desire
To transmute opinion to fact
Always so certain
Meaning it so much
A promise to always come back

Holding on to the let it go spirit like a Buddhist
Holding up and taking down the Jesus like a Judas

Floor pacing tripper,
Likely to amble

But like bark is to bite
Is amble to ramble

And you are the trigger-pullin'est
Rambler since Campbell

Joined at eighteen
Left at thirtysix
But it was all worth it
They say
I say
It could have been worse
Nobody beat me
It was worth it
Wouldn't have had those kids
Otherwise
Can't regret them
Though we gave pure love
To a beast of pure manipulation
There were good parts
Beautiful people
As willing to give as I
Chunking flesh off the bone
For that beast
I must be stupid
To've stayed
But being loyal seemed strong
At the time

Me on the truth serum alone in the night
My one companion and tool, the tape recorder
Fighting so hard to survive this trip
And treat my slow-motion suicide disorder

Submission to the universe

Some blood,
Some ****,
Some ***, ****, and ***.
Guess what it is?
It's a bag of me!

Life was pregnant with possibilities
So I paid for half the abortion

Sure we have fun
One time though
I wished we watched more movies
And the wishmaster would ruin it
As usual
And we'd end up roommates
In a hospice ward
Watching a Sylvester Stallone marathon

Mind
Embroiled
Figuring
Details
Formulas
Complexity
Competence
but
Total surrender
Is the master formula

This is right now
This is right now
But
You can not hold onto
Right now
Remember back where I said
"This is right now"
That is no longer right now

You found me right and tight
And then you left me loosey

Deep deepy deep deepy deep deep down
I believe there's NO WAY anybody even gets what's going on "really" yet.
God, creator, purpose, metaphysics... We just gotta tell ourselves something to shut up the wondering so we can get on with survival and reproduction, and maybe even comfort enhancement.
Go ahead and **** your thumb with certainty, but I KNOW none of us even get it AT ALL.
Model T on the moon.
Eventually you figure out how to make it vroom
But why is it there?
Like me here.
Why?
Survey says: No reason relevent to my frame of reference,
I'm guessing.
That's my rigmarole.
Not worth a bit of "Reality."

Formerly normal
Tripper
Sailing

They created "life on earth"
As an experiment

But Saturnians all died
And still the Earth thing
Goes on
Forever lost meaning
And intended context

We're remote controlled
Experience farmed
Of course you think you want
To do that stuff
Sure you have a self
And you are important

Free me from my preferences
Flame and smash my boundry fences
Take me while my guard is down
And then when I least expect it,
When all defense is unerected
Into the swirl "I" go

Money, ***, ****, drugs, and <the deep futility loop>

I told you
Fixate on beauty
You stupid ****

As if in a dream, all intentions were good
And as if in reality, all went wrong that could
My sanity prescription wasn't ready for pickup
And some other guy used my **** in a stickup

My
Tough
Smart
Funny
*****
Fertility Flesh
My favorite
I have her
&
She has my devotion
******
Hard laughs
A bit of degradation
And a heap of elevation

Yo you are super rough and tough
Tougher even than a cream puff
Tougher than the spider that
Scared little miss ****
Et yo you

Vegetables and minerals
Will lose all form and kind
A few minutes after the sun
Changes its mind