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pineal💜
throat💙
heart💚
solar 💛
naval🧡
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her tapes wouldn't play
but nonetheless
       i love her
of time, when our souls
touched at that sinclair
gas station
       blue airhead
       cheeto socks
and while i daydream
she pays close observance
to me and my taste
and blows balloons
        and
tapes green, orange streamers
to the ceiling
while i, distracted
           **** on strawberries

i am 22 today

I’m finding it harder to exist industrially.
Is there no longer room for beauty?
Is there not room for classics?
Does it really even matter anyway?
Is the simple enjoyment of food not but a biological incantation?
Is the power of the people not controlled by the machines,
who are controlled by a smaller group of people?
Is my every thought being watched?
How did they know I wanted the striped pants?
How did I know I wanted the striped pants?
life?
goals?
chance?
uncontrollable laughter?
I have the right to be unhappy, it isn’t crazy.
To be unhappy or to be free
When will man become domesticated such as the cows and chickens?
We’ve been Louisiana purchased.
Maybe that was our last chance oh hasn’t this happened before?
Who built the mighty pyramids?
Who has been rolling this stone but repeatedly up a mountain?
And why don’t they just give up, said the Earth.
But why should they?
Why should we?
I’m finding it harder to exist industrially.

why did that
grilled cheese make me sad?
sometimes i think it would be
easier to be a painter
with colors instead
of words in their head
or a photograph
whose retina self-absorbed
cans of blue cheese
and stinky farts that
pop out ***** *******
of master electricians
while plugging in light bulbs

words spit
           from dragon lips
burning bloodied
             pierce
                      through flesh rotted mind
words collapse space and time;
my words, on fire
                  mark the soul
mark my words

Through etheric mediums
She called upon me
With sweet vocal lingerings
And a fast good-bye

a Kat named Jack
flexed wide-eyed
at me
and fell back asleep
i tripped over her
one day
in Westminster
with clear skies
and krystallized
road ice
her body
breathed
rhythmically
and sat up attentively
before recoiling
into the
Flat, Kool Kat posture
which was further
exemplified
by her lowered
chin and lowered guard
she sat staring
with eyes closed
and mind dreaming
and mind dreaming
of mice
trapped and maimed
by her grace;
of warmer days;
of kittens
who paw at each other
and play;
of that day
you were jailed
beneath the deck;
of fear
long dark night
creaky footstep;
of voices
punching, calling out
and loud thumping;
of scramblings
of prey and
warm meat;
and eventually after
careful deliberation,
the Kat named Jack
awoke upon return
schizoid and wide-eyed.

we've got insanity in the streets
and cops to keep the peace
to protect them
from their dysfunction
i am ok
as things are uncertain
my purpose
my purpose
my purpose
i am here now
and earlier i went to target
and bought a swiffer wet-jet
for twenty-two dollars and ninety-nine cents
i am constantly in awe
of the number of souls
that inhabit this planet

heat impressed upon me
warm ****** organs separated
by thin skin hot thoughts
where we touch,
mini ionospheres encircle your head; they address me, saying things like “I am” and “Here I am, physically, I exist before you as flesh”. you are real -expanding lungs/astral soul/minced toned body, blood body, gut flesh body, soft irrevocable spirit, plush lumpy lip kiss, peach polynomial curve with evolutionary proportions.

and impressed upon me

I’ll haunt this world
      with bleeding gaping heart
               brushed blue eyes
-that well up inside,
I’ll wander these streets
      open and unapologetic
      with a humid energy;
outpourings of
      white misty electric
            light
      and soft relaxations
that erode deeply;
        flow strong  primal
         eclectic radiance over
        ballet dancers with white
tutus & toned abdominals

physically
              I long for her
electric touch
            squishy soft
                         roundness
her primordial ooze
                     white hot
                     dripping
                    stick
her soft moans
         of my name
          lustful
and cracking;
        the space
         between her thighs
her eyes
             staring deep
                   into mine
and I
        staring back at them;
I long for her
I crack desperately for her
My arm extends for her
Please come back

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        wadlevanbach is in fullness
spatronically woven
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oonool rikayge of leftovers
           lover’s spite
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a love i cannot match
   even if i tried
a love keeps me surprised
   a love that haunts me
at three when you're gone
a love of love unkempt
i love a big mess
   curls; the rest
don't look at me with that eye
you'll make me sick
           you make me sick
           you make me want to die
in your arms alone at night;
goodnight