Innocent purple, tiny little laurels.

It'll hurt like a pimple when I popped your brightest morsel.

So...Lets linger instead into dreadful fatty food.

Because it'll be the mood, instead
That will shape what we do.

So.


I held a bug and it was dead.

And I was I, you see.

So instead I'll be much better than

what ever you'd thought I'd be....




Yipee!!

We'd knitted our pits into the peach.

"That'll light it up" we said.

And then we came to life.

Starting as blips on a grid,

It ended with a kiss.

I've found a splendid way to wreck pieces into poison.

It's a leak, awful : kristal nachkt

It's a rock and roll hell show
But leave me living,
although shell shocked

At least into hell that I wont go

I wish I hadn't had it.
But I held it
It was magic.

I have and held magic
And now I hate,
and hate myself.

Felted in my own fabric
Of moldy fuzz and filth

Is a tapestry of life so tragic
built on edges of forged hilts.

Please pretend that I am perfect.
Please pretend it, send it please.
I'm am oh so brown.
I send life on my knees.

I take life like a whip
Stripping me from happy life
I live so adrift.
Like like it were a knife.
"That's life"

Its so melodramatic
And like can make me lay
When a knife reeks havoc
Is when on the ground I lay

i blew into a straw one day
to just feel how cold air felt

i'm out of every space
that should make
a nightmare of the self.

so i'm bidding
all alone
for a piece of heaven

i'm not elevated like
you think i am
i'm a monster and
not an even man

so even when i'm everywhere
even when i breath

i know that i'm a monster
and i know i should live.

Littered in a spilled pile of nose bleeds...
Still...
I'm sorry.
I seceded for a bone pile.

Beguiled by huge head and lightning
it seems that only strawberry swirls
could unfurl a white mans bleeding heart.

I blasted a plastron of over cooked crust over my underexaggerated neighbors.

I plastered a naked girl with her breast broken over the necks of our favored favored people.

Its time for the all important surveying of unanswerable questions.
This is an event that we have held in high regard for centuries, and yet we've never quite figured out why.
So, instead of trying to make sense of everything, its proven much better to fight amongst ourselves trying
to find the answers.
Cooperation does very little to make ends meet, it turns out

. Everything for the individual is the only thing that ever made sense to any of us, and as a result, was the
solution for everything we had the best results in.
It's rather strange to think that there were folks in the past who were able to subsist off of nothing, but
courage, and the bounty the dogs brought home.
It was a most honorable practice letting something else do the work for you for it allowed more time to
ponder oneself.
Honestly nothing was more shocking to me in school than finding out that things had not always been the
way they are currently.
How could everyone have been so stupid; for so long?
So, some ******* ******* has decided by national decree this year that before Christmas everyone has to
fall in love.
The same thing happened last year, and it was a horrible success.
Who would have thought the government could have had such an impact on people's lives?
I've never seen such a thing my entire life.
It was like a drug, in that the effects lasted only definitely.
You should have seen the look in her eyes though.
I've never see Christmas lights that glowed like this girls eyes ;
this girls eyes when she caught sight on me.
And I for her.
She would ask my why I tried to catch her eye.
I'd die if I told her I never tried
So I lied,
And it killed her inside.
My cheer smear campaign to maintain a strained elopage
was a feint made out of fear;
Struggling to cut the cordage made of an entire year,

I found a man on the ground soaked in water life
Living with hungry brown bears in his brain.
He asked if I ever had felt what love a wife can give.

And I said I wish I never had. It's bad.
And I hate how much I hate her.
It's not what she deserves.
She was my most favorite and it's not what she deserves.
I Left her in a desert with dry hope and dead love.
My beloved left me because I killed her heart, the dove.

How often
How dead
How instead
How it fells
How bullets
How much does lead poison
How much does noise begin to
How often hearts often make
How much does it rake?
How or may or not be dead?
How instead?
How often when I won't be there?

Without arms with which to wrestle
In a broken bone built nest
I've wrested a dresser bound for a family of faded dresses and jackets

Wracked with guilt and pleasure
I'm a wreck of mindbreak messes
With mind rot written on my head
A time to walk in rancor-ridden obsessions

I've never cried like the day my woman died.

First she was friendly.

She was my friend.

And she taught me to be good and then

and then she died
and
and
and
I cried over her.

I made sure
I made sure

Clippity Cloppity, Clippity Clop
A Rhyme is know to stop.

And so should you, but if you stew.
You would never know when to stop.

It's a heart upon ages
That never assuages
Just how when and should you would be.

So instead you let air
and life
tell you what is what's right.

And in giving so...
now you're less dead.

I've coughed up ***** of pill soaked cotton,
every morning.
Everynight it's like there should be shows on tv showing how rough life is.
But it's not,
it's a business that's built a cathedral
and stitched ups sides of all the folks that were lied to.
In order to stay true
to nihilism and anarchy
it occured to me
that the final way to stay in my lane is my sitting my ***
in hot sad littered with lizards and all the water in my upcycled big gulp cup.
It *****.
And I'm scared.
Because they took my stray away, and with out lids, it the woods,
i can't keep the ice to stay cold in my drink.

It's the first inkling of poor people killing for schillings of basic disposal needs,
but the rich folks greed will instill into us
landfill thinking.

Like we're supposed to be sinking on the ship we were shanghaied on.

Sadly the nervous little thing started off strong,

After long though, cracks started to grow inside the

Show-Off's brains after he shut out noise and color.

Soft speakers.
Lured.
And held in secret.

Blessed martyrs.
Maybe matrons of
health and hell.

So, maybe.
I should be okay.
And maybe, so should you.

I used to lick the salty rocks
that slacked upon the stooly trail
a stable of able shelf able built ******* who've been bewitched with
alterart stitches which means mowers caulked with glue and round of

"i don't know, You?!"

My marbles shine...

they sparkle ******* in the corner of the floor.


I had to scrape up all sorts of crooked glass *******, because I had expected early evening company.


Never again.

After works I forked over tip dollars in order to pay for all of the premium services.

Even still, after, I neglected all of my maniac potion recipes.


Instead, I just waited to see
how bouncy and fun fun fun every one might be.

I welded slugs of over shelter knacker violence.

Trapped.

Black clack boards caked in chalkboard soot.


Moot, black big heads.

Stacked on dead little sticky bodies on overcooked baking racks.

I'm acting as if lack of laurels is never the be and end all
of who is and ever was.

Windmill frenzy happenstance
Parked in pregnant gallant lance-staked cages.

Pages of paper from only old news
Eschewed all agenda
Bend build in propaganda and human feelings.

So long on coast of oceans had we plants,
and waiting for silk, love, and gold to float our way

It played upon stars, ajar in the air from old collisions.

So provisions placed for me only seem to be stories and memory.

Spit.
I spit out hell speak on my ponder railing.

I shrieked out gobs of porrige hate
that would abate all of my sailing.

I clicked my teethed and thrash about,
and abandoned all my food.

I stomped a fire, flesh and all,
just so that I would feel good.

Gargle, boggle, google eyee bogles
Stack! Stalks, balking at raucous menageries.

I badgered my basic bougie bailiff.

Staggered, I berated a beleugered nation of basal biscuit-heads.

Dead. My eye were dead.

I bled out my eyes.

You're welcome.


I tried.

I let you be red.
And now I'm boiled up.

I led you into
Mordor and boiled your cup.

I reckoned,
I picked apart a soggy brick building,

I second-guessed why toad-lickers
seemed to matter so much to me.

I beckoned an olive branch out of
folk who I really hate.

And had to stand against folks I can't stand.
And although their impatience debrides and embitters me
with scores and scores of confused self-conflagration,
I've found a way to abstain from immolation,
and make the best I can out of the friends I have, and who I am.

Try it.
Please try.

I wish you would

I bleed.
I bleeded.
And knew it wasn't good.

You held my spine.
High.

Can anyone guess what happened last night in Action Town?
If no one has words, then let's drown in the silence
of ***** and lust-filled violence.

Lust just isn't for love,
Lust can start a word
For lust for power can only ensure
Insurance in the breaking of bones and family bonds

Let's instead to forget
We all have blood for dinner
Because I would have to admit that I'm sinful

I don't think that shopping for dinner is sinful
But a binfull of tooth chipped bones is my burden
And I'm certain I'm headed for Hell

Spilled out of my eyelids were stakes of ice made cold
Like a list of lovely leaflets that have died and I can't hold
Shifted out of heaven were all my battle bait.
All it took was fear was to learn how our soldiers hate.

Take me into a soup shop.

Take away my boyhood please.

Take me into  boiling water

So I can never see.

Soreness only engaged extra forces.
Let reason and shake
show force unlike
any that has ever been seen
obscene was british command.

Let the biggest brightest take command of larry in clinton.

I swear.
you are
you are
the 'shy *****'

let your general wonder how who you are.
you're just poison.

the reason we lose.

who would take position the commander of chief once all the soldiers die and we have decided to submit to british laws and decide a

So...
mayonaise is my setiva.

My alternavite SHOOG.

I'm a bigger ****** blanket.
Woven with none one and syrup showup shoes.

I stuck a butter knife into my childhood tree.

Just to see.

Never. Not ever would be me.

I'd rather die that gleem a glob of hate after a shaft had held us fast.

I'm Sorry.

I'm boiled water that would never last and stack us upon stale oxified office keys.

Please. I'm sorry.

Just send me to bed.


I'd rather be dead than answer a question that held my soul in remission and stuck me on a hickory sticker post caked in hate and held up with stagnant sand.

Smart.

The smartest folks should be real funny.

Or as least not run credible work in the ground.



You're funny amongst your friends, but the tags are unwholy unfounded.

Joking isn't heart.
Joking is in the blood.

If your joke don't ever land,
it means it never should.

I love you. Liberal party.
I'm ok. I will fight back.
Ban me, I don't care.
I just enjoy being a **** head.

It's nice.
Thank you for the opportunity.
Have a wonderful evening/

I tripped over a huge rock yesterday.

What the hell had really happened is kind of a mystery.

But, still I tried to help, and scraped my knees.

Weird.

I felt like I was being a hateful ******.
But, so was she.

Placing hateful showers up into high-held gelded guilds is a perfect way to be,
to make a soul show
patience,
when it came to hate.

So, not knowing how it really felt
to be in living hell
only shows us how far
that we've really fell.

I dug 6 graves 1 foot deep

For cupcakes that I make

I keep making them, even though the holes get steep.

I cup my makings into cardboard cartons
and I started marking little messages in my cupcake pardons.

I have nothing to gain.
I just want you to squirm.
I have nothing to lose.
And I know you are a woooorm.

Pickling is a process
And so is sticking with some showy shrew.

Stewing is a process
and so is showing me that I'm like you.

It's takes a *** of water,
It take showmanship.
Laughter into laughter,
into improvised loving moments that slip.

Slipped into a joke, and
sliding into a smile.
I don't have to try.
Because you, your soul
I can beguile.

Maybe not no ones.
But that don't matter to me.
It's the game that I had chose to play,
because your eyes are all I see.

Good night, molten soggy rock.
I'd never knock on your door
know that we are tracked in a singular
Triangular fate.

You're simple.
So dimpled simple being.

Absurtitiy dragged in the average being.

You've breached the see and now I have to to pretend like I see you on the horizon of peace.

Beware knowers that know who they don't know.

You need praise.
Want want it.
Live on praise in turn.

Average seeks average.

Genius seeks and can **** after anything that differs from the art they want to create.

Fail in creativity from the layman is the creativity of their own.

Making a mountain out of a knife.

Made out of diamond dagger tiger teeth.

A bug pressed upon my leg.

A bit of frozen plantain had stuck my knee.


I froze a hair of against all of the pretty girls.

I boiled all of my hell so there was no stew that they could stir.

How far should our infractions set upon us pain?

How long is hell and hoow often should we feel good

Make light of sunbuilt notions

****

i'm a bespectacled onager ivory hilted outsourced claw digger.

I had bad manners, but I scattered a couplet of culinary dealings into a platter of shaky masses and unironed dresses.

I had crispy dishes stacked in the sink,
and it stunk. So, I plugged up the matter whole to show that I'm still think about how hard life can be.

So, sorry...Lemme see..

I had bees in the garden, that polinated my assets, so I could finally see.

But that's all.

Im starving.

I no longer want to be but the brisk shiver air had spared my whisker hair, but after, I'm sorry. I'm left in a pile of knee-highs and overcooked fries I left sitting on my seat after a retreat to the nearest McDonalds.

I inverted my cast iron pan while getting my cake batter ready

And ladled in globs of batter against mirror black

I stacked fruit into corners to get nice and crusty

And I'm burning inside to get fat.

I was born under a sash.
Held high.
By a midwife in a mudhut.

I learned under a tree.
Where I stashed the fruit of knowledge
beneath me.

I grew under the dirt.
In a burrow underground.
And found my first and second love.

I stirred and stewed around
before I came upon a mound of more folks just like me.

I made a life.
With a woman.
Who would soon become my wife.

I stayed, through strife and struggle.
In order to make it work.

I, sad to say.
I went on strike from life.
And bottled all my hate and love up in little plastic cages.

And I raged and thrashed about in moonlight on my bedsheets.

somehow i let a lion live in my room
somehow some beast, some bear for a way to rear its
way out of my broken water closet.
Some how.... some way I have to posit some sort of solution
some way to drown her.
some way to put her down.

What does it mean to make a resolution to be better for the sake of others rather than yourself?


Well I guess that would mean trying very hard. And loving a lot. There's not much that other people have that you don't, but it's more a matter of instinctual self preservation than actual generosity on most days.


So how often is it okay to groom yourself?


It just so happens that there are several fallacies in the instincts of men. There's larges pocket of open air that fester and begin to ring about change in the oldest fashion, through death.


In the end of days, it's said, that shredding dead weight can lift you.

It's a rapture, for sure. There's nothings like lapping in salvation when you know your rap sheet is **** compared to the men next to you.

I never knew that that night would
play all out like it really would.

But it did,
and so it should.



Predestination thinking can be fleeting
because all it will do is make you ill.

When you die,
no one will care if
coke or pepsi
is what's really REAL.

Still I'm holding on
for the hope that I'll find a willful women.

Not a savior.
Not now. Not then.
But someone who can really love me
and really be my best friend.

We hung out in a frozen bush
And listened to earbuds
Listening to others wish
They could start abuzz

Music is all over us
Music makes us cry
Music made us have to creep
Into strangers arms and try

Try we did
In snow we slid
I slid into a girl
She met me
Liked me
So she did
So my heart unfurled.