Written: 4.27.2026
Not mad just late baby, couldn’t bring back the logos in my broad denim jacket.
Inside the drinks and popcorn, the carney threw them out.
Separation of church and state, debo the eerie clown might be in the backhalls.
Mirror after mirror after mirror. What a mess of holograms pops!
Sharp clear windows and corners. I lifted the metal door to find nothing inside
But scraps of aluminum foil. A breastplate, names on a keychain with NA scribbles.
Destiny in the hands of a kabal infested rock golem.
Carpentry in the pheromones, you wild son of a ***** you’re gonna like
The way you look, I guarantee it. The sharp edge of the southwest.
Boondoggle around the necks of the boy scouts, raised fists, 10,000 match sticks
In the air. Knee **** reaction by the doctor just trying to get his money.
You wanna keep complaining and ******** about working at amazon? Or are you
Gonna act like those big heroes: put on Seth Rollin’s theme song and burn it down.
I’ll respect all women once I witness a diva hit a proper arm drag.
The wax museum in a rich woman’s tree, well wineskins, finish starters, didn’t you know that?
No names to be placed on the same head. Fierce, electric, discombobulated, ain’t we so lucky.
Threatened and fulfilled termination at sky harbor freight airport, slid his body into the boiling vat.
Snakes eating trails of mountainous coal miners. I caught vertigo and dizzy spells.
I got a monster of a headache, little brown people with black hairy faces
Keep running in and out of the transparent halls, order within a nightmare? Sure, It can happen.
I saw this one outside the circus, and the teenager said “10.99$ for my drawn zine.”
When I ran out my girlfriend stayed, she was overdosing on thorazine.
I wouldn’t be surprised if the doctor made and built this track without an exit.
Injected, dry mouth senses, love, hate, fear, common ground. Force and weight
From the metal beneath, madness, ghostly right arm holding a solid black gun.
Loathsome you’re thinking, to live and let disgust. She walked out of the twin black and red
Pillar entrance with her mouth drooling, dazed, the whirling and twirling, hitting a turkey
All 30 pins on both of us. Deemed to the public as serious sins,
On a 3 dimensional level everything is lessons, symbols and experiences.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 11:59 AM UTC
Written: 4.27.2026
Not mad just late baby, couldn’t bring back the logos in my broad denim jacket.
Inside the drinks and popcorn, the carney threw them out.
Separation of church and state, debo the eerie clown might be in the backhalls.
Mirror after mirror after mirror. What a mess of holograms pops!
Sharp clear windows and corners. I lifted the metal door to find nothing inside
But scraps of aluminum foil. A breastplate, names on a keychain with NA scribbles.
Destiny in the hands of a kabal infested rock golem.
Carpentry in the pheromones, you wild son of a ***** you’re gonna like
The way you look, I guarantee it. The sharp edge of the southwest.
Boondoggle around the necks of the boy scouts, raised fists, 10,000 match sticks
In the air. Knee **** reaction by the doctor just trying to get his money.
You wanna keep complaining and ******** about working at amazon? Or are you
Gonna act like those big heroes: put on Seth Rollin’s theme song and burn it down.
I’ll respect all women once I witness a diva hit a proper arm drag.
The wax museum in a rich woman’s tree, well wineskins, finish starters, didn’t you know that?
No names to be placed on the same head. Fierce, electric, discombobulated, ain’t we so lucky.
Threatened and fulfilled termination at sky harbor freight airport, slid his body into the boiling vat.
Snakes eating trails of mountainous coal miners. I caught vertigo and dizzy spells.
I got a monster of a headache, little brown people with black hairy faces
Keep running in and out of the transparent halls, order within a nightmare? Sure, It can happen.
I saw this one outside the circus, and the teenager said “10.99$ for my drawn zine.”
When I ran out my girlfriend stayed, she was overdosing on thorazine.
I wouldn’t be surprised if the doctor made and built this track without an exit.
Injected, dry mouth senses, love, hate, fear, common ground. Force and weight
From the metal beneath, madness, ghostly right arm holding a solid black gun.
Loathsome you’re thinking, to live and let disgust. She walked out of the twin black and red
Pillar entrance with her mouth drooling, dazed, the whirling and twirling, hitting a turkey
All 30 pins on both of us. Deemed to the public as serious sins,
On a 3 dimensional level everything is lessons, symbols and experiences.
A 'flow of consciousness' poem inspired by the jazz skat poem style of jack kerouac
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