It blended eight bent branches

Curled a curved roof o'er-head.

With dead feelings; hurt, burnt, Dead.

Well you never bought a pass,
and we never asked permissions
But tonight we've permitted ourselves to indulge in our mission.

Out of all our stories, we had found a few
that dig into your psyche, and set your soul astew.

So tonight, and tonight only, don't go to bed really late.
Because we perform an hour show, but it'll last all life if you let it.

Only three acts, just like you learned. but we act like it's forever.

Please eat before, so you're instore, for our hedonistic endeavour.

I had a huge *** of sugar water boiling overnight.

After several days, the police knocked on my door

for several nights to ask if I was alright.



I wasn't, of course.

But what could be said?


They didn't care.

They were just concerned if I was dead.

Homelessness and Joblessness are brothers with a plan
Sanding hope off of boards
Making meal out of man

Sleeping under, over bridges
Sleeping in a can
Sleeping with the winter witches
Which person feels a pain
Which person can abstain
From feeling pain from people
Popping pills and stealing
Stabbing Stabbing
Choking Choking
Folks in dirt can feel.

I have wishes to grant,
Stories to finish.
Dreams that are still waiting to come true.

I have nothing.

I have jokes with no punchline
No breath to breathe into my proteges,
Nothing to give to my lovers.

Bread and bridles debriding spittle
and little glass lentils made of starch and silica salt.

Bent
Tilted
Wrended and upended on a layer of greasy catfish.
I wish I were so slimy
And licked about with my whiskers out of me.

My meaty barbels are my eyes when I can't see.

Is it comedic?

Old? Prosey? Wilted with rose old jokes?

Nosey? Poking stickers in stories that choke you?

Lazy? Grazing of tropes and cliches?

Or maybe it's dissuaging and scary?

And it'll knock you off of rhythm and scare you into and honest thought.

Maybe.

Maybe it's not.

Maybe all you're good for is a rotten degree doomed to rot beneath everyone who ever ate like an unseasoned potato who was ready to made with every veggie who's ever been to enlongate the of thinking youre good.
Just to think that you should.
Just to think that once you're alive you should be
alive forever, for all that can see.

Even though you're real bad,
and we'd rather have ****,
that knows what  it is,
that to have all the **** feel in charge, Like Le Mis.

Black and greyscale
With white light
Density is pigment
With white light
Colored pencils write
With white light
On pages covered in black.

Lots of passive passes
Living on a cliff side
Shoals, seagulls run around like squirrels
God I love the sound of life rushing around

Please do it
And get it done
And be serious
And be fun
And enliven those around you to be their best

Never rest
Never settle

Let your world be determined by worth and mettle
Meddle in every affair
Detail every error
Never back peddle
Or be caught unaware

Back when I was eight, every friday we would have

our own little holidays.

Filled with pizza, too much soda and locally rented games.

Even still, as it was
there still was an occasion

Sometimes, mostly on weeks when
my dad had ideas that would engage us to
toss away our pizza,
and all our nintendo games

We would get chinese food.

And that was all the same to us
as having a vacation
We didn't have brains to think
That it's ONLY chinese food.

That's not how we would think
Me and my little, and my older brother would
freak out at 6 at night
When the mom and dad came home from errands
with boxes written in a language we couldn't write.

All we were was indians.
All I knew was stew
We weren't dirt poor but even still
Egg drop soup was something new.

Holy hell, i loved chow mein
I smothered my riced with hot mustard
Even though I was only nine, i knew was divinity was.
It was eggrolls, fortunes cookies, and my newfound MSG buzz.

Dinner built in blood shot eyes
is honestly mostly meat
to even lay a blanket
on out ****** picnic feels real bleak.

let's not get up
stand up
lets not get too much air.

I didn't wear some socks today
I can feel silica in the air.

Roughy rubbed nightmares
scrubbed on the edges of my feet

I've rebuked all license of the
folks that think I'm neat.

My crush made me a stupid house made out of cardboard.

Because she is so stupid, she rushed her feelings, and made a made up world that she stole from frenetic fantasies and little xanax pills.


I was stupid too, and cooled her off with *** and comfy mattress pad because I felt like a badass for having such a badbitch in my comfy covers just because she liked my ****, and was too thick to think about how radical it was do spend all of her love with a crazy bull dozer like me.

I thought with all four of her welfare made eyes she could see just how beautiful and disastrous you have to be to get on the hilt of god's golden sword.

It's not beautiful.

It's dead.

and it's morbid.

It's like the first day
It's like the first night

It's like the first ray
When we light the first light

It's in the worst way
But it's worse when it won't work right

But babe if it's today
I'll be there for you tonight

Tsss KK
Tsss KK!!
Pfft.......Pfft Pfft
Kdkdrack
Kdkrack
Shhhhhhhhtk

Tsssssssssss
HaAUGH...
Tsss...­.
K...
Ckt.....ckt...Pllllouuuuuuu

Tink.
Tink
Kratatakatkaktkatkaktaktkaktkartkaktktkktatka

tsssssssssss­ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Messed up,
and found in her ruffled nest of hair.

I found lightning,
made of flour, dust, and air.

So, I got up for a drink of water.
And later laughed a lot.

Because I became a herb-smoked doughboy
That smelled a lot like bergamot.

All the skin that covered
All the skin had died
After all I tried,
Turns out truth is how I lied

Living life in envelopes
Sitting on a couch
Over and In my lover
My heart is covered in a pouch

Somehow she said fire was the only way I live
Some how she said with out air, I would never find a way to give.

Somehow. Somehow.
Something she said.

It really hurt a lot.

Something space left me with things
I lived, but rather naught.

I leave myself bereft of all the feelings I'm done dealing with.
Mitigated with rigor,
an obligatory pity party had started after hours.
The only stipulation
is to participate in every stage of the rapture

Stumbling blubber-bees have fountains of fat.

I fumbled on ******-knees to make sense of all that.

Pretending I love the oceans of chubbies
is like making a seal out of our patience for blubberies.

Fat floats on our oceans,
we know all of that.

It floats on our oceans,
It floats out at sea.

But if I want a gold metal,
obese is what I can't be.

There used to be a plane
in dreams I had to abstain of
because they were all covered in blood

Understood, I said
and then I bled with them too

Understood should what should be said and what I should do.

SO of of how it began to bleed all into my still.

and still how often it hurts.

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 way to lose.

who would make us? who would make us lose???

i was too much.

Sorry Kate.

Enjoy youre run.

It's clear that this is what you need and am going for.


Sore.... so SORE. It's okay. gn baby girl.

You do you.!!!!

I bet I bet I bet
Yeah...
I know.
I know.
I know.

Not much here.
But I regret.
So...
So.
So
I said it.

I gored myself with a peg leg after refusing to leave the bar last night.

I swung around my belly and bled all over my date
Just so she would go away.

Bright, shivered bitter mornings alone allowed me to store
all of my stories in my musty electrical archives.

Still, I held fast after attending my Tai Chi class hosted by that really pretty girl.

I billed my self early in case I outlasted my own ego.

I had to cancel several mornings, then finally withdrew.
'Cause I knew I never could act how I am and see her again.

The resin built a bark on my childhood tree.

It's sticky and it burns, so bright. My eyes can barely see.



I plugged up holes on how I hate,

But that's not enough for me.


I made dinner,
I fed you,
it took a while.

But you don't care.

After gorging yourself on tasty food,

You can barely see.

Closeted was my emotions.
And even still,
I had posited an emotion
to stop all position and it's my mission
in my life to send my hellhole
that I live in everyday,
the hellhole that I see when I say
that my pain is sent into remission.
Bliss. and blissful buttons had finally
mustered up a wall.
Should I call you now?
Should we finally feel how we really feel?
It's not really who I am.
It's just my stupid deal.
And I dealt and felt about just everything.
Please.
Don't make me sing.

I held my tongue.
As often as I could.
While dating the skinny-faced girl.

Sure.
When she twirled me around,
I found myself out of my own head.

And
Sure.
Even when she was found dead,
in the comfort of the bed,
in that house of hers,
doused with secrets and drug-fueled murmurs.

It's stirred something deep down inside.
Whirred up all of my hiding hidden emotions.

Sure.
Sowed.
And show how action over devotion
determines who's actually in charge.

Ugh.
So I barged into my mildew-made storage unit.
And I used it to plop down
And sit.
And see.
On a concrete floor.
With nothin.
Just me.
and I mangled me.
Exsanguinated.
Strangled.
With bloodshot eyes.
Enough.
Enough to manage to see how
hate
and hard hell
can create an icecold shell
over everything I ever wanted to be.

MUCH