I'm crazy and stupid
I should never talk
Chop it off and choke me
With my own stupid ****

She said she might like to stay.
Then I said that might be ok.
And that was it.
Our stupid story had begun.

Why should an emotion-beast
Who never got filled-in on the point of the whole thing
Be forced to worry about the fate of all life?
This seems like an unfair emotion to equip us with.
Not only unfair, weird.
Suspicious.
Is it there for a purpose?

Sometimes your friends
Get it all wrong
That's why I wrote this song
About what they said
They can't tell ****
I promise you,
I'm a shinola head

Constantly with the old trick,
Look up--see the ceiling is really the floor!

Comfortable with the
Rug Pullers Rag
Enough so that
The feet ask the eyes
To check walls and ceilings for nails
Able to lose or gain any floor

Staying as loose,
As the ceilings, floors and walls may fall.
Feet that leave or land
On any surface.

To be mortal is a blessing, of course.
To live!
To be mortal is to be cursed.
To die!
To be aware of death is to be sad.
To know!

Not none
Not all

To see everything
Watching.
So devoted because following one line is the deepest point
Achievable.
To be a ****** but to keep the ***** and lose the mouth.
For this being's words to never harm another.
It says, "Remove my judging apparatus.
I don't want it and I can't turn it off."
Gone and this man is less dangerous.
Protect him,
This brain in a tree,
With one branch as a pleasing uncircumcised love *****.

Spacial Bowie
Is a special boy.
He doesn't know about death.

The fool knows
Spiritual progress through
Embraced humiliation.
Descend from the throne and wallow.
There is the nutrient, fool.

A way
An approach
One might choose
With unique advantages
And unique faults.
Not better
Might be worse
But I doubt it.
Leaving space
In the noisy top
For those top dogs
To fight it out.
Less blame
Less regrets
Less more
More less.

Eyes open or eyes closed
Light humor or heavy dread
A countdown ticks
No other time to dance
But the tick
No other faults to fear
But the tick
Each tick forces a bite
Of acceptance soup.
I don't want to miss one
Nourishing tick.

Someone wakes up
Feeling the same way
Every day!
Their view isn't affected by mood
Chemical shifts
Love
Things learned
The cosmos repositioned their guts
Their feet feel like walking or no.
They remain attuned to the same thing.
I guess they are true.
Not me

Lemniscate
Is the proper name
Of the sideways
Eight

If everybody runs around screaming and freaking out, it will be devastating.
May none of us be forced to endure that.
Mankind should practice
Do drills.
How to behave for a pleasant apocalyptic experience
Embrace and sing
A joyful song of comfort
Practice the song
To soothe all the plants and animals
As our world
Becomes the floating smashed world museum

Tickle
Touch where it tickles.
Put your tickler where it tickles.
You're supposed to.

A **** and two nuts,
A ***, *****, and a ****.
We roll around opening
All that we shut.

Brujo Alligatore says
To be mortal is a blessing, of course.
We say: To live!
<drink from bowl>

Brujo Alligatore says
To be mortal is a curse.
We say: To die!
<And drink>

Brujo Alligatore says
To be aware of death is to be sad.
We say: To know!
<And drink>

Brujo Alligatore has light coming from his mouth and eyes that says
You may *****, you will die, but not tonight.

Scared
Rumble shake
It's coming
Crash
Get ready
Krakowm
No point holding on now
If you have slaves, free them
Guhguhshugguhboooom
All to worry now is how it will appear
In the blown apart floating museum

Old boots
Sparkly ripped ***** hose
Pale, she looks cold
Her eyes look faded
Little girl makeup
Bold and sloppy
Over wrinkles and moles
Grey hair for an inch
Then black die to shoulder length
Then bleach blond for a couple shaggy inches
She croaks wisdom
The exact sound of her voice is everything
All of it becomes perfect
The words become meaningful
And She
Shapes into It
It
Everything perfect
God
Love
Whatever

Awake
Dreading death

If I can turn 25
Then 50 is possible
That leads to 100
And surely this me will be gone by then
Inevitable

Not enough
To understand
Time

Trying to understand a river
Being crushed by it
Against all the things
Plants, rocks, sand, mud
Rushed by it
It almost makes sense at first,
Then faster and faster
And finally
Drowned

Falling apart in tune with time
Time doesn't mind
If you feel that it's real or not

Stuff does stuff while doing time.
Time keeps timing.
She loves you time.

Time doesn't care about love or rhyme
But he shouldn't speak about time

If something's the point of the grand design,
He was resigned to miss it.

Time time time time time time time
**** **** **** ****
**** it.

I see clearly what's eventually coming
And I know deep inside it's not cute.
But I laugh instead of fighting it lately
Cause the point of protesting is moot.

Wimpy baby wimpy baby
Shove it up your ****!

I categorize one type of experiences as futility loops
Like Jumped-through hoops and Unflown coops
Another type, I associate with Red the ***
Like I felt you *** and *Just use your thumb

Getting rich selling junk food to poor folk
Or poor cleaning rich people's ****,
Your dreams get in tune while you're sleeping at night
To the beat of the futility loop.

Everybody wants to be the camera.
I get it.
I thought it was a novel idea.
Nah.
Just knock it off.
Be a movie.
Be.
The holy wimpy observer,
*******.

They tell me my eternal soul
Will wear special, fancy shoes.
But that ain't enough to calm me down
From the <I don't ever wanna die> blues

Just like everything worth remembering happens
When nobody is recording,
All the conversations worth time and effort
Are the ones we are aborting.

Your traveling bag
That I nicknamed the ***,
Beause of the way you're unbound

Though your she-hobo moans
Are too free for a home,
You slip in and back out without sound.

More fun hiding I’m the AntiChrist
Than hiding I ****

Maybe such a huge ego was necessary
To get the fool to ever speak its own words.
Then knowing itself a fool
Became necessary
To temper the ego.

I hate people.
People hate me.
And it all works out naturally.

I never impressed a boss
I never built a 401k
A lease is too formal an arrangement for me.
These Guys know how they're going to make their
Last payment on their casket already.
But they don't worry about the fate of all life?
I do.
I sit around
Not paying rent,
Worrying about how humans are ******* it all up.
But I don't figure out ****.
We're ******.