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All the men in my family are women-magnets except for my brother because women don't like him big time. I've done what I could to send stick-beaten women to him for gratifying ****** retaliation but it didn't matter even a little bit at all for him so I don't care much in a good way. You're weird and I'm afraid of you a lot. I know. I'm very friendly so much for nobody. Would you like a cookie? Do you have a small one? No. Never mind then. When are you returning to where you have a house? Tuesday. That's tomorrow. No, it's not. It's not an issue, these friendly rats that chew through my under-*******. How long did you know your sister before she died? 6 years. That's tough. She was a good kid, full of life & misunderstanding. I wish that she were here so that I could have her way with me muy mucho like rag-pickers do with Guatemalan trouble dolls & worry dolls.
Stuff that flashes inevitably smashes, falls apart & crashes, contorts
into a pretzel-bent, blended fashion to hamper Venezuelan schemes
of ****** Bolivarian crypto-interventionistical ploys of taco ration
that disrupt the quiet calm of our monkey-house's monkey-thrashin'
whereat tossing monkey muck around leads to dominancial clashin'
among ***** chimps whose flea-bit hides are prone to simian-rashin'
just like the 10 ***** monkeys in the cell they'd put Johnny Cash in
Playing the waiting game
Each one dancing around the other
Uncertainty building like a storm cloud with each passing
Second
Minute
Moment
Is this real?
Was this whole thing a child's game
Cat and mouse?
Crickets sing their song to the moon
Cars pass
The empty parking lot bathes in street lamp glow
What happens now?
Waiting for someone to show up for a first-time meeting is a feeling that puts me on edge. So I thought I'd write about it.
President Trump consistently does not wear wide leather neck ties with hand-painted Balinese dancers on them. What are President Trump's grievances with leather tanners & wide tie neck manufacturers & when is he going to bomb Bali?
One day,
I woke up and felt
an elusive growth
inside of me.

Something is growing wings,
wanting to fly with joy.

Nauseous,
I wrapped my arms around my own body,
for I am still scared
of heights.

— The End —