***** *****
***** man
***** shoes and
***** face
***** *****
***** her
***** ma and
***** pa
***** *****
***** me
***** you
***** us and
***** now
***** ***** boy ***** ***** girl
***** *****
***** *****
***** *****
di

Hook:
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Poisoning how we think.
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Gotta be careful what ya drink.

Verse 1:
Uh, Seems like we always in a state of emergency,
In a land of democracy,
Things don’t seem free to me.
It’s like trying to wash our hands in ***** water, g.
Everything has a cost, so tell who going to pay the fee?
It certainly not going to be the dominant society.
For the system was build by and for white people to have superiority.
That demonizes anyone that doesn’t conform to their authority.
Spreading a sense of inferiority over natives and minorities.
And I’m not just talking historically, because these issues persist presently.
Change can’t happen unless one is willing to **** the teet of the majority.
For we live in world that separates based off of hierarchy.
That strips down and overgeneralizes our identities.
Then when one overcomes these disparities they are seen as the unordinary.
The exception to the rule,
Like *** is that supposed to mean?
Think I’m about to lose my sanity, dealing with an uneducated narrow minded humanity.
In a state bombarded with atrocity after atrocity,
Yet people have the audacity to tell us to get over it instantly.
Living in a democracy that doesn’t have time to listen to me,
Living in a world where history repeats,
Perhaps I guess we just can’t get enough of insanity.
It just doesn’t make sense to me?
I thought we were supposed to be evolved,
Yet be so devolved mentally.
Like how can indigenous people asking for clean water cause so much controversy?
For if your province or city didn’t have access to clean water, wouldn’t you worry?
Wouldn’t you start protesting firmly?
All I ask is that yawl start checking your privilege homie.

Hook:
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Poisoning how we think.
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Gotta be careful what ya drink.

Verse 2:
Water is the foundation to survival,
Water can also be a philosophical symbol,
For we all thirst for something,
It’s like we are cursed or something.
Being immersed into desensitization,
Becoming numb to everything.
Needing to wash away what is obstructing.
Blocking the path towards transformation.
As established norms perpetuates discrimination.
Whilst also justifying racism and condemnation.
I didn’t choose to born,
But yet that some how qualifies me for damnation.
Because my skin colour is seen as being sinful, that needs to be put through sanitation.
Becoming guilty on the basis of association.
Which makes it harder to find the equation.
As everyone has different values, beliefs and expectations for how to fix this situation.
***** water sure is a contamination,
Thats been leaking out since creation.
That has divided not just people but also nations.
If only people could be mature when having these debates and conversations.
Instead of suffocating on our offence,
Or wallowing within a sense of victimization.
****, this ***** water sure has damaged how we function.

Hook:
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Poisoning how we think.
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Gotta be careful what ya drink.

***** ***** in denim
They cut your heart when you let them
Those ***** *****
Da da da da der *****
***** *****
Da da da da der *****
  
Now Karen was a cutie
Had her man and a *****
She kissed her man off
And then he beat her
She found a girlfriend
They went to heaven
  
Because those ***** ***** in denim
Rip your thing when you let them
Those ***** *****
Da da da da der *****
***** *****
Da da da da der *****
  
Now Donna was a queenie
She licked her way to the fifties
She found a woman who had a plastic
Way up inside her
It was fantastic
  
She loved those ***** ***** in denim
They'll turn you on if you can catch one
Those ***** *****
Da da da da der *****
***** *****
Da da da da der *****

I'm fading away
Fading fast
Hoping I won't disappear
Into nowhere

Girls and ***
Lust and regrets
Drugs and coke
Drinks and rage
Are some things that I sink into

The sin that I own
I pray for it to wash away
Only to get ***** again
I pray for it to wash away
Get *****
          Wash away
                               Get *****
                                                Wash away
                                                                      Get *****
                                                                                        Wash away
                                                                                  Get *****
                                                                              Wash away
                                                                     Get *****
                                                            Wash away
                                                    Get *****
                                         Wash away
                                      Get *****
                                                Wash away
                                                                  Get *****
                                                                           Wash away
                                                                       Get *****
                                                                   Wash away
                                                           Get *****
                                                                               Wash away
                                                                                                    Get *****
                                                                                                            Again
                                                                                                    And again
                                                                                              And again

Finally can't get clean
Can't stop
Each day gets messier and messier
Filth protrudes in my fingernails
Filth protrudes inside my body

I don't want to get clean
I want to be messy
I want to be nasty
I want to be *****
I'm filthy and I love to be filthy
I feel sick
But I love it

I don't need saving
I don't need anybody or anything
I only need the filth
I can't live without the filth
I want to disappear in the filth
I want to go away in it

To be sung to "***** Laundry"
by Don Henley

We have a little story
That we could tell
We have a little poison
In our inkwell
Let's be a gossip
Let's be a shill

Give us the 'ol Pulp *******'.

We peep through the windows
And listen at doors
We buy the "Enquirer"
And "The Star" at the stores
"She ***** herself"
And "She's a *****

***** little minds galore!

Give us the 'ol Pulp *******'.

Have a li'l "lady"
Who's fast and free
I've heard she's been a prossy
That she's easy
Nothin' nice to say?
Come sit by me!

Give us the ol Pulp *******'

Could have been emeritus
Could have been a great
But I pound out nothing
But dreck and spate
So what if it's full of hate?

You don't really want to know
If it's real or true.
It's not what they SAY
it's what you they DOO DOO
DON'T YOU WORRY WHAT
I THINK OF YOU

(THAT YOU ALL POO POO 💩)

Give us the old Pulp *******'

Kick 'em while they're up
Kick 'em while they're down
(1, 000, 000, 000 000, 000 X)


🎯 Write of Passage


***** Laundry"

I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something
Something I can use
People love it when you lose
They love ***** laundry

Well, I coulda been an actor
But I wound up here
I just have to look good
I don't have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us ***** laundry

Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down

Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em all around

We got the bubble headed
Bleached blonde
Comes on at five
She can tell you 'bout the plane crash
With a gleam in her eye
It's interesting when people die
Give us ***** laundry

Can we film the operation
Is the head dead yet
You know the boys in the newsroom
Got a running bet
Get the widow on the set
We need ***** laundry

You don't really need to find out
What's going on
You don't really want to know
Just how far it's gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your ***** laundry

Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down

Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're stiff
Kick 'em all around

(Kick 'em when they're up)
(Kick 'em when they're down)
(Kick 'em when they're up)
(Kick 'em when they're down)

(Kick 'em when they're up)
(Kick 'em when they're down)
(Kick 'em when they're stiff)
(Kick 'em all around)

***** little secrets
***** little lies
We got our ***** little fingers
In everybody's pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love ***** laundry

We can do the innuendo
We can dance and sing
When it's said and done
We haven't told you a thing
We all know that crap is king
Give us ***** laundry

Don Henley

If the shoe fits...



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

There is dirt all over my face
Dirt in my hair down to the floor
Big pieces and lumps of dirt
Floating through the space and air

I never have to do the cleaning
I got dirt piled up everywhere
And it crawls out of the woodworks
Like ***** words in ***** laundries

Dirt is dead ***** serious to me
**** makes me ***** happy and free
Like ***** waste and ***** waste of time
Clean dirt makes me want to cry

I got dirt in my liver
And dirt in my brain
I eat dirt for dinner
And I'm ***** insane

Dirt is dirt ***** beautiful to me
Dirt is the fuel and dirt is the light
Stained and sprayed with dirt
I live my ***** life

***** Miss Whint took a flight on a Saturday night
***** Miss Whint showed the world her insides
If science can’t show her a number
She’ll take despair to a mystical side
And the world will be her child

If you can find a path to the sea
I’ll call you a human being
If that’s worth believing
Faces articulate so cantankerously
And lose any intention for their mind

While we grow, yet still coagulate
Perhaps we’ll see, her cruelty’s bound to time
And we’ll be fine
In her broken home is where she dominates
And hates her own cherry tree
Who screamed immensely

***** Miss Whint, she took a flight
***** Miss Whint was despair at first sight
She lost emotionality
When she confided in reality

***** Miss Whint has the look of a saccharin knife
***** Miss Whint made it hard to live a life
When we’re all strangers to the sun
The working man’s light is the muzzle flash of a gun
But we’re just having fun

She sweeps the open road with love
And a diamond compartment
Twisting the road-bent
Indignant children are the fodder of her highway
That leads to a city in the wane

While she eats the air and lives another day
Deep lines accentuate her mighty wake
And that’s okay
The fools are left to smiles and opulence
She makes them find sense in their own pretence
Preaching, “there’s no end”

***** Miss Whint, she took a flight
***** Miss Whint was despair at first sight
You lost emotionality
When you confided in reality

If her mouth was wider when she began
Maybe we could have had some fun
But how could she care for what happened minutes ago?
There is an open vent to useless things to sow
If her eyes were brighter when we lost our lives
Maybe we could be satisfied
But typewriters stay their hand to the climate’s cold command
And we’re left to indulge in what still stands

So, as I wrote this like a letter
To a lady of vicious weather
Someone then caught me and said,
“Swallow those words or I’ll have your head”
So I said,
“This note has no point, so go count your coins”

***** Miss Whint has the look of the fourth of July
***** Miss Whint took a ruler to the human life
When we’re all frightened by the sun
The working man’s light is the masquerade of a gun
But we’d all rather run

Can we just play *****, you and i?
I mean give me looks across the table, that you are disgusted with me, for taking my ******* off and dropping them in your crotch. I mean like you talk to another girl and glance at me, as if to say '******* *****', knowing you will **** me; Later.
Let's play *****, come on, i will welcome you in to my house, in stockings and leather, and push you against the wall; grab your hand and bend it back whilst i bite your neck. Push my knee between yours, and hold your chest in my hand whilst i make you watch me unbuckle you. Let me drag you on the floor, whilst you try to get up and say 'not here'.
Why can't we play *****?
I don't want no ******* bedroom. I want the doorway, i want the hall, i want the kitchen counter, i want the living room floor and the shower. I want the couch, where i will straddle you and make you watch me as i undress myself for you, slowly, pulling, my, stocking down, so my knee is between your legs and i lean over you, so my ****** points out to your mouth, and i can hear you breathing, and every time you move towards me, i pull away.
Why can't we just play *****?
Why can't you get me mad, and we argue so bad that i want to smash my fist in to your skull til you bleed all over my kitchen floor, brains on the washer...then pick me up, throw me on the bed, slap my face about, slap open my legs and grab my throat and the other hand on my chest as you push deep into me? Hear me gasp, watch my pupils widen, groan at you, watch as you come close to my ear, and say, 'this is what i *******, wanted'.
Why can't we?
Why can't we be deviants?
Why can't we go play in the forest?
Why can't we do like animals do?
Why can't we make two barebacked beasts in the moonlight?
Why can't we play *****?
I touch your leg as you drive, playing the piano up and down your thigh, biting my lip, running my fingers up and down your thigh, nails pushing deeper, up and down, up and down, until you pull the car over, slam the brakes on, pull off your seatbelt and grab me, push the seat back, as  i smile a secret smile as you breathe deeply in my ear as you pull off my wet knickers, and begin to take me on a journey through the stars.
Why can't we play *****?
Shut your eyes. Shut your mouth. Shut everything, the, ****, up. Listen to the beat of my heart, as it quickens and i place your hand over my chest, and i look in your eyes. Stop you talking about me, about what i am like, and who i am, and what it should be, and this and ******* that.
I don't want no tv before bed, i don't want no book, i don't want no midnight stargazing.
**** that ****. ****, me.
I want to play *****, with you.

And they love the naked woman,                  the mother of us all in the night,
Red w / Black the length of the ***,              the body of the poet &
the heat of the Dead Space,                     the face & feet;
had her snooch been pleasant to be next                      to,  
& among the year's list of the best dark
               places,
a young man to think of the green manure
are not taken away out of the American;
The death of Jesus is living gold,                        in the form
of the Brothers of our mind,        poetry is inflamed by you;
do not have the money, 1 find out w / the sun turned
the old city, Heller makes that give **** in the battle,
death difficult it is going to be ******* skin to a great start
the blood of the sea,      her ***** is said to be a part from his place,
into the hand of the poet of the Lord the words of this;
the hair, which is good, the kids out of the six;
And you are thinking about the way the name of the calling of God
are the dream and the wife, but the loss of the baby blue;
1 knew the things of the story be

after that the Sky Moon Girl's Life
is open to the general American gold drunk Igor heard anyway;
human hands ***** yellow English father,      w/ a bad cold writes that way,
Listen to me turned to Greek Draft 1000
& the three full-theory deep inside;
Medusa, leaving us w / the spirit of God,                but the Son of the stone
which he chose to think things were holy;
And the things of the small wild animal of the living creatures;
And widely used of the stars of Aquarius;
The nature of the gay kids, the book of the cities
to the Expo opening
In the department of brown rock,              one of the the best of whatsoever
he has put in paint deux let the cat his uncle Guy
1 joined the arms of writers, that 1 May is not running,
     standing
Good flow on grapes thrown lips to form tall,
the world talking
Secret invisible to their friends and mothers filled
w / wet & Sweet
French art as the guys when the dog window ****** field
of smoking
Russian music group brain is a lot of talk
w / a glass Voice blind yechy
Children's revolution of life presents
the best played badly wearing
a wall in a school dance stripper,
strippers asked material to return
to sing a little ***** fingers toes
watching James House turned to fall
Park Live cops sitting on the floor;
the origin of the Bedford friend,
a genius whose pictures of *******,
blond in the Sun leaves behind
some of the greatest unproven theories
Under the coastal tallying machine that is fallen,
Gus loving Mary wrote six buried w/in;
spectacle worthy of knees eye replay of science in
suede boots                              running for the Mail
from the radio to the dance floor of glass
& plastic flesh
to change completely into flames,
burning Bettie's corporate guns,
&              checking where it started to burn,           the tongues             every
                        dessert's kiss written in Paradise Rainbow sleep,
Pregnant, reading to a daughter, the monster w/ a messenger
was present for Bob to a stranger, a burst of the side
of the shimmering light in the Christian towns of drinks
at the bottom of thee to **** recollect
that 1 said the tooth is to be removed
by Einstein for the asking of the public
to break it as food in the place of the angle of the character;
of Lee's **** to return to footballs,  the waves of the account
is to understand the mind of a vacancy in the temple;
a voice of the glory of the women,               to see to the ship for its injuries
to the head & was just about to clothe him,                      having understood
the Wilderness Museum,                        & the crowd around the glory table,
prostitutes & the streets of the city,          hotter than mad at the Jews happy,
he saw the dying muscles in the movement
begun by arson
outstanding component of the older men
& others who have not long to leave,                      having a strand of naked
hair                               as opposed to a head held up to the bra made by that girl
is so much to say that the fall is dreaming
of the fate of the famous mountains of Asia;                                  And in that bar on the side of the medical because
of his skin at the queen mean
you now like an American;              Big Jesus alive
gold in the form of brotherhood American goddess
our minds to find the money
sun is an ancient city,
hell makes you **** the battery is too hard for ******* skin
to be great dearth in the blood of the sea
& every woman's ***** of her passage,
quoted from the poet of the word of her hair to the kids
& six are thinking about the way the name of the calling
of the Dream of a wife, and has destroyed
the entrance to the baby, & blue;
& knowing of the middle story is better to live in the sky
the moon
sons and daughters to open the American Igor,
when drunk w/in a country in his ***** yellow & gold
into the English now cold air from bad heart,             children born to write
to walk the big walk back in Greece;
Time will love women woman
naked eyes Girls Man Mother God Life
girls men night hours long red light black people
good thing *** body
poet; Dead Space hot face, feet & head going
snooch beautiful queen Earth, Green thought things
                  do young white dark place years left ****
Jesus, Art America's Big 501                             & they love to see a woman naked,                         the mother of us in the night,
the red w/ black the length of the ***,                             the body of the poet
the heat of the Dead Space,                                                     the face & feet
had been snooch is pleasant to be next year's
                                       list of dark places,
a young man to think of the green manure
    are not taken away out of the American;
The death of Jesus is living gold,                    in the form of the
Brothers of our mind,                        poetry, is inflamed by You;
do not have the money,                   1 find out w/ the sun, turned
to the old city, Heller makes that give **** in the battle,
death it is difficult ******* skin to a great start going to be
the blood of the sea,                    her ***** is said to be a part from his place,
into the hand of the poet of the Lord the words of this,
the hair, which is good,              the kids out of the six,
& you are thinking about the way the name
of the calling of God
are the dream, & the wife, but the loss of the baby,               blue,
1 knew the things of the story better
than the Sky moon girl's life                        is open to the general
American gold drunk,   Igor heard anyway;
human hands ***** yellow English father,    
                   w/ a bad cold writes that way,
listen To me turned to Greek & the three full drafts
of new M-Theory deep inside,                 leaving us Medusa w/ the spirit of God,                
                             but the Son of the stone
which he chose to think were holy things,
& the things of the small wild animal of the living creatures,
& widely used of the stars of Aquarius,
Gay the nature of the Kids, the book of the cities
to the Expo opening
in the Department of brown rock,     one of the the best
of whatsoever he hath put in paint,        deux let the cat his uncle Guy
joined the arms of 1; I, the writer,          that I may is not running,
           standing
on grapes' flowing bones thrown to the lips to form tall,            the world talking to their invisible friends & mother's Secret filled
                          w/ wet & sweet
French Art     as the guys when the dog window
****** field of smoking
Group Russian brain music is a lot of talk
w/ a Yechy glass Voice blind
children revolution of life presents play
                the beat badly wearing
a wall in a school dance stripper,        strippers asked material
to return to sing a little ***** fingers house
turned to fall James' toes watching live cops sitting
on the floor in the Park;                  an original Bedford friend, a genius'
picture of ******* on the blond                                     in the Sun leaves
behind some of the greatest proven Machines;
Orpheum is fallen,
Gus loves Mary,                                    six w/in wrote of the buried
spectacle worthy of knee eye play science for Male suede running
from the radio to the dance glass plastic flesh
to change completely in flames burning Bettie's
corporate guns checking started tongues w / e dessert,
kissed written paradise angels sleep pregnant reading
daughter a monster, a messenger was present for Bob
to a stranger, a burst of the side of the shimmering light
in the Christian towns of drinks in the bottom of the to ****
recollect that I said tooth to be moved by Einstein
for asking the public to break it as food in the place
of the angle of the character of Lee's **** to return the
football to the waves on the account of is to understand
the mind of a vacancy from the temple, a voice of the glory
of the women to see the rate, for injury to the head was just
about was clothed with him, having understood the wilderness,
Museum, The crowd of glory table, prostitutes
& street life of the city,
hot're mad at the Jews happy,             he saw the dying muscles
in the movement begun by arson men and outstanding
component of the older long leaves others
who have not had a strand of naked as opposed
to a head held up bra made that girl is so much
to say that the fall is dreaming of the fate of the famous mountains
of Asia, & in that bar on the side of the medical because of his skin
at the queen mean you now like an American;
Big Jesus alive gold in the form of brotherhood
our mind to poetry goddess money find the sun is an ancient city,
hell makes you **** the battery is too hard for ******* skin
to be great dearth in the blood of the sea, ***** & every woman
of her passages quoted from the poets
of the word of her hair to the kids
& six are thinking about the way the name of the calling
of the dream of a wife, & hath destroyed the door of the baby,
& blue, & knowing of the middle story
is better to live in the Sky
w/ the moon, sons, & daughters,
& to open the Igor when the drunk American
W/in a country is his ***** yellow-gold
into the English now cold
air from bad heart,         children born to write
to walk the big walk back
in Greece; Love Time will women woman
Girls Man eyes naked Mother God Life girls men
night hours red light black long people good
*** body thing poet; Hot Dead Space, face,
feet & snooch
beautiful head
going queen earth,                        years white dark places &
things do ye Young thoughts Green **** left Art in America;
a Big Jesus living Golden Beauty,
hetero-mind poetry of the goddess & money
finds the Sun in the ancient city         of hell;
**** War death hard ******* skin;
great start future ****** sea *****
called female room hand poets word
fire hair kids six thinking street                                         [noun]
call the Dream Wife real lost
door baby blue true knew Middle
making history better live in the Sky & Moon
Child girl open days even drunk Igor
heard American general told gold trace
human hands ***** father;
Time cold heaven English yellow bad side;
Children write walking person heart kind
born turned coming Greek Walk high three
full drink inside working;  leaving Medusa's
spirit the truth of stone feeling the holy son
wanted small wild widely; Barbie's star gay
nature Kid Ugly Brown
book states hole rock;
Best painted year lady, cat guy
arms writing & running,
standing pink mouth is going lips
form deep century
speaks invisible friends mother's Secret filled & wet
but sweet French keep
guys where read dog window;
in the ****** field smoking Ivan Society
Russian brain music perfect lot talk yech;
Mirror Voice of blind boys revolution heat modern evil soul
wearing dancing land story wall
beneath stripper school Christ strippers
asked matter ringers House
***** poem robot reality sister eating sand was then married to Kiss
for free, legs are devoid lord club waiting smell garden pretty brought Angels Alchemy language rich daughter air, died Silver mom tree
birth unknown walls Magic Science wind power Dreams hear Latin gods **** fall Sacred sitting toes turning watching live cops in New Bedford
Park origin painting floor of ******* blond friend genius machine Prophet fell top leaves sure cool loved Mary *** win wrote buried sight meet knees eye play knowledge; pat the radio & dance center the glass & plastic & change Bettie's hairy flesh into flames;
burning corporate guns holding startled tongues out
[table kissing written in paradise angel sleeping
pregnant reading daughters Monster News stood
Bob the stranger hold broken south skinny lights
of Christian towns drinking seconds to the bottom]     **** remembering
the talking teeth simply moved Einstein's witch;
Chinese food Lee's **** rather in the computer
corner publicly ***** on the ground & naturally returning,
waves a gun understanding empty temple's sound
w/ **** feeling ladies a gypsy course clothes;
calling desert takes the planet felt Eve come alive
wrong a teenage muses ode watches speaking
bringing smoke & **** to start meaning stupid enough
& hidden in the abstract winds cutting clearly through her ghost;
where her stockings met crazy Satan street walking & lived to lay Jack;
**** caught in thin shadows ever knowing early on what a sweaty beat lover goddesses ****** penalties; unseen dawn single thanks, straight
turns stands glory leading picture **** ****** on the street of *****,
warm, mad, Jewish & happy looked dying in the sheath & moving,
began lighting torches for all mankind; half singular & older wide leaves are strange; hey, literally bare beach opposite roll held bra happened mistress as much as telling her torn underwear is dreaming weird; yeah, the bright hills are Asian, ordering point bar party drugs because the skin Queens of Midnight the longer you love them; Time will women woman Girls & the Man eyes naked Mother God Life girls; men night hours red light black & long people good *** body; thing poet Hot Dead Space face & feet;
snooch beautiful head going beneath queen earth years white dark places things do u Young thought; Green **** left Art America Big Jesus living; Golden Beauty hereto mind poetry goddess money find Sun ancient city
hell **** War death hard ******* skin great start future blood sea ***** called female room hand poets word fire hair kids six thinking street noun call Dream wife real lost door baby blue true;
knew Middle making history better live Sky Moon Child,
girl open days drunk Igor heard American general told gold trace human hands ***** father; Time cold heaven English yellow bad side of Children write walking person heart kind born turned coming Greek & Walking high w/ three full drinks inside her working on leaving Medusa's spirit a truth stone feeling her holy son wanted a small wild lady widely seen as Barbie's star's gay nature; Kid Ugly Brown book states hole rock,
Best paint year lady cat guy arms writing running standing pink mouth
is going lips form deep century speaks invisible friends mother's Secret filled wet but sweet French keep guys where read dog window ******
field smoking Ivan Society Russian brain music perfect lot talk; yech! mirrored Voice blind boys revolution heat modern evil soul wearing
dancing land story wall beneath stripper school Christ strippers
asked matter ringers which House the ***** poem;
robot reality sister eating sand was when she married;
Kiss free legs are devoid of the lord, the club waiting to smell her garden's pretty store brought Angels of Alchemy's language; her rich daughter air died Silver mom tree birth unknown walls;
Magic Science wind power Dreams,
hear Latin gods **** fall Sacred sitting toes
turning watching live cops in New Bedford Park
originally painting the floor of her ******* w/ her blond friend,
the genius machine Prophet fell on top & leaves, sure he was cool; he loved Mary, *** w/in & wrote of the buried sight of meet her knees w/ his eye playing knowledge & patting the radio's dancing center of glass & plastic changing Bettie's hairy fleshy flames burning corporate guns;
holding started tongue w/out table kissing written in paradise by an angel sleeping w/ a pregnant reading daughters;
monster news stood Bob stranger hold broken south skinny lights christian town drinking second bottom **** remember talking teeth simply move Einstein witch Chinese food let's **** father the computer corner public ***** ground natural return waves a gun understand empty temple sound with **** feeling ladies a gypsy course clothes, calling to the desert to take the planet feeling Eve's *** alive & wrong, a teenager's muses' ode
watch speaking bring smoking **** charges started to mean stupid enough hidden in the abstract winds cutting clearly through her ghost sonata of stockings meeting crazy Satan as he walked; lived lay Jack **** caught
thin shadows ever knowing early on sweaty beat lover goddesses ****** penalties unseen at dawn a single thanks straight turns stands glory
leading the picture of **** & ****** on the streets of *****, warm, mad, Jewish & happy looked dying sheath moving began torches mankind half singular older wide leaves strange; hey, literally
bare on the beach, the opposite roll held her bra & happened to be his mistress as much as telling her what to wear dreaming weirdly, yeah,
bright hills of an Asian ordering                         point bar party drugs
because the skin Queens Midnight;
the longer you Love Time will women want a woman; & Girls will want a Man, his eyes naked on Mother God;    Life girls men night hours red light black long people good *** body thing poet; Hot Dead Space face feet snooch beautiful head going queen
earth years white dark place things
do Young thought Green
**** left Art America Big Jesus;                   living Golden Beauty
hereto mind poetry goddess money find
Sun ancient city hell **** War death hard ******* skin;
great start future blood sea ***** called female room hand poets
word fire hair kids six thinking Street noun calling for the Dream
wife to become real at the lost door of baby blue truth;
she knew the Middle [making history better] live Sky Moon child girls
open days drunk Igor heard American general told gold tracing human hands ***** father; Time's cold heavenly English yellow bedside,
Children's writing walking person heart kind born turned coming
Greek Walk high three full drink inside work leaving Medusa's spirit
of truth stone feels her holy son wanting small wild widely held gay nature of Barbie star Kid rock Hornet brown book states hole Best paint a Year & a day cat guy arms writing running standing
pink mouth is going lips form deep century speaks to her invisible
friends mother's Secret filled wet but sweet French guys keep;
                                                         where reading dog window
****** field Smoking Ivan Society's Russian brain music;        perfect
lot talk; Mirror Voice of the Blind Boys revolution Heat modern evil
soul wearing dancing land story wall beneath stripper school of Christ
strippers asking about matters & ringers;
House ***** poem robot
reality sister eating sand
                       was then married to Kiss freely the legs are devoid;
lord Club waiting smell garden pretty brought Rainbow Alchemy
language rich daughter air died;
Silver mom tree birth unknown
walls of Magic Science wind powered dreams hearing Latin gods sexily falling of their Sacred sitting toes, turning & watching the live cops
in Bedford Park original painting of the floor of *******,
her blond friend's genius machine; a Prophet fell atop leaves for sure,
coolly loving Mary's six w/in wrote & buried the sight of the meet;
her knees & eye play at knowledge bat the Radio dance center plastic glass change Bettie hairy fleshy flames burning her heart;
corporate guns holding the startled tongue w/out table kissing
written Paradise angel sleep,             Pregnant & reading to the daughters of the monster;
the news struck Bob stranger than holding
the broken south's skinny legs in light tights;            lights of Christian towns drinking second bottom killing & remembering the talking teeth simply moving Einstein's Witch is Chinese;
her favorite food Lee's **** rather            than the computer corner's public
****** ground natural return waves a gun understand;
empty temple resound w/ the sound of **** feeling
ladies, a gypsy course clothes calling desert
takes the planet felt eve alive wrong   a teenage muses ode watch speaking bring smoke ****** start;
meaning stupid enough hidden abstract winds cut clearly through ghosts; ****** in stockings met crazy adversary;
walked lived lay jack **** caught in thin shadows ever knowing
early sweaty beat lover goddesses ****** penalties unseen dawn;
a single Thanks straight turns standing glory
leading picture **** ****** street *****;
warm mad Jewish & happy hair looking dyed, sheath moving;
so began torches of mankind half plural older wide leaves strange,
hey, literally bare on the beach opposite the roll of Bras happening
to his mistress held as much as for telling;
And they love the night, there is no doubt of the woman,
the mother of
the Red & Black poets from the body
the length of the ***,
Dead Space by heat, face & feet;
snooch was pleasant, so the next year,
a list of the dark places;
The young think green manure
You can count on the American;
Death of Jesus & living for gold in the form of
Of our minds inflamed w/ the anger of poetry;
they have no money & to find out what is w/in the sun changes
Titus after taking a nursing battle
hard leather of the future land developers of ****
is said to be a part of the sea becoming blood thereof,
by the ***** & in its proper place,
The words of the poet's hands;
Good Hair kids learn about ***
And you think of the way of the name calling,
The woman lost the baby blue dream;
I know that the story is better than the Sky's specific book of Love
Life open to the general American gold, drunk Igor heard anywhere,
English of human hands ***** yellow w/out a bad cold,  & he writes:
Listen to me, & turned to the draft & three full deep inside Fig Greek
1000; Medusa, giving us the spirit of God & His Son of stone
all the things that he wanted the Saints to be,
And out of small things come wild beasts,
& of the beasts; The Aquarius recently used by the stars;
The nature of the gay kids, the book takes them out of the opening
in the Budget; This Rock,                               one of the best brown
In the cat's painting deux,                           w/ his uncle Guy
at 1 a.m. I am in the arms of May it be said that He is not running,
standing, he Came Over to the outside edges to form a good flow of grapes, the world talking
For mothers invisible filled w/ his Secret sweet & wet
The Gauls, the guys are like a dog with a window,
smoking is a ****** in the field,
Russian Music Conference has a very large brainy talk w/ the Voice
of blind glass;           yechy
From the best male wearing tales of revolution
I play from the stripper down the wall of the choir,
he asked to return to the matter of strippers
singing his fingers & toes watching that little *****
at James' House turn to fall
in the Park before the cops sitting on the floor;
Bed genius friend origin
is proved by the moon the appearance
of a picture is above all,                                       bringing back the *******,
Orpheus' machine collapsed,
Gus of necessity of male *** wrote,                     buried w/in
This followed running the show to meet knee eye play ill;
a ray of light in the dance,
the mirror of the plastic of the flesh,
change at all in the flames of the burning
Bettie's corporate guns, I abhor myself,
I began to tongue the [                ] out from the second
it was in the table, I kissed her, their writings are the paradise of Oh,
go to sleep on vulputate fermentum; now the reading
of the daughter of a monster,
a message was on the spot to Bob,
not his own,                                a burst of the side of the shimmering light
in the Christian towns, whosoever drinketh
of the bottom of the Nico, you remember
that it is said to be a tooth to be moved by
Einstein in quest of a public who knows the father of food
in place of the angle of the nature
of football ****, to turn the football the waves
of the reason he understands the mind empty
out of the temple of the majesty of the women
said to the ship, of the injury on the head of Eve;
of thee was clothed w/ him, having understood
the wilderness, the Museum, among the multitude
of the glory of the table of the harlots,                          they give gifts to:
& is to fall into an infinite number of a stomacher,
and held it until so much so that that the head
of the cupid Major mountains of Asia,    highlighted by the fate of more
& on that side of the bar for medical skin,
American Queen, it is now up to you like;
Is there anyone alive in the form of gold's big brothers.
The Latin of the ancient money of the goddess
                                           estranged to the sun,
             Hell fights hard to **** the skin's ****;
a great future in a sea of ​​blood,                                          woman's *****
to the words of the head of his kids
& to his wish, poet of the common;
*** is a way of thinking about the name of the calling dream
& his wife & the baby is lifted up to the door,             & blue
& it is better to live in the sky,        the moon,
when she knew that from the midst
of the history, sons and daughters,
& if they drink in the American,
Igor had to open the country's ***** yellow & gold in England,
some cold air from a bad heart,
children born to write to walk the big walk back to Greece;
Woman born to women with naked eyes,
the mother of a man and a donkey season
is the best poet of the night light body w/ a dark red
Dead Space hot face of a beautiful lady's feet
head is going snooch
If a child is not a dark green color tumultuous years
has left a place where *******;                                           The great art of Jesus ...
wear dreaming weird yeah bright Hills Asian
ordering points to the bar party
drugged because the skin of Queens at Midnight
                                                     is longing for u;
Love &                 Time will women;        woman, Girls in the Man's eyes
upon naked
Mother God's Life&     girls & men at night during the hours
                                                                ­         of the red light;
black long people good *** body thing poet,
Hot Dead Space face feet snooch beautiful head
                 going queen earth years white dark place things do;
Young thoughts of Green **** left Art in America to Big Jesus,
living Golden Beauty hereto mind poetry goddess money find Sun
ancient city hell **** War death hard ******* skin great start future blood sea ***** called female room hand poets' words of fire & the hair of the kids
of six; thinking Street nouns & calling the Dream wife,
real lost door baby blue true knew Middle,              making history better
live Sky Moon Child girls open days drunk Igor heard American general told gold trace human hands ***** father Time cold heaven
English yellow bad side Children's write walking person heart kind born turned coming Greek Walk high three full drink inside work
leaving Medusa spirit truth stone feel holy son wanted small wild nature
of the Barbie is widely gay star Kid rock Hornet brown book states hole;
Best paint ta-ta; Yearly dyed cat guy arms writing & running,
standing w/ pink mouth is going lips form deep century speaks
invisible friends mother's Secret filled wet but sweet French;
keeping guys where reading dogs are windy ****** fields
Smoking Ivan Society Russian brain music perfect a lot of talk,
[yech]                                Mirror Voice Blind Boys
revolution heat modern evil soul
wearing dancing land story of the wall
beneath stripper school Christ;
strippers asking for matter ringers House ***** poem robot reality sister eating sand was then married Kiss free legs are devoid
of the Lord's Club waiting to smell the garden's pretty bought
Rainbow Alchemy language
rich daughter air died,                            Silver mom tree birth
unknown walls of Magic Science wind power dreams it hears Latin gods **** falling Sacred
& sitting w/ her toes turning watching live TV cops in New Bedford Park; original painting floor of *******,                  blond friend genius machine;
Prophet fell atop a pile of leaves sure cool loved Mary;
six wi/n wrote buried sight meet knees Radio play dance center
plastic eyeglasses; knowledge but the change Bettie's hairy flesh
into flames, Burning hearts corporation guns
holding startled tongues
w/out table kissing written;
Garden angel sleeping
Pregnant reading daughters
monster news stood,         Bob,    stranger holding the broken south's skinny
legs in tights lights Christian towns drinking second bottom **** remember talking
teeth simply move by Einstein's witch Chinese food;
Le **** like father's on the computer corner publicly
***** on the ground; the natural return of waves to a gun,
understanding the empty temple sounds w/ butts feeling
ladies on a gypsy course for clothes calling to the desert
takes the planet & felt up Eve alive; wrong,    a teenage
muses upon odes to watching her speaking & bringing smoke
forth from her ****** to start meaning stupid enough,  hidden
on the abstract winds cutting clearly through ghosts wearing stockings,
met the crazy adversary walking living laying Jack's **** caught
thinking shadows forever knowing early on how sweaty the  
beat lover goddesses ****** penalties are unseen at dawn       & single;
Thanks to straight turns stand glory
leading picture **** in ****** on the streets of *****;
warm, mad, Jewish & happy he looked like he was dying,
sheath moving began torches of mankind
half plural older wide, hey,                                literally leaves strange,
be bare, ah, roll;
Push the opposite happened Mistress held as much as telling wear
dreaming weird yeah bright Hills Asian order point bar party drugs
because the skin Queen; They love a female is my naked mother gives
us all a night-light red with black long the donkey's body that the poet's
Heat Dead Space face feet, snooch pleasantly will be the years of white opaque youth he was thinking the green manure left behind are Americans
Big Jesus Alive gold in the form Brotherhood of our mind,
poetry is the deity of no money, 1 find out the sun,
an ancient city,
Heller makes you **** it in war,
death it is difficult ******* skin
w/ a great start going to be the blood
of the sea ***** is said to be a piece
of the place by the hand of the poet
of the word of these golden locks w/ a good kids' of the six
of you are thinking the way of the name calling
of the Dream of the wife, the truth of the loss at the door
of the baby, the blue,     1 knew in the midst of them
to make the story better; Sky Moon girl's life is open
to the general American gold drunken Igor heard
a trace
of human hands
***** yellow English father a cold and a bad side,
write that children born after walking to a Heart
turned to Greek & walking three full high drafts
of M-Theory & w/in the hive, leaving us an Medusa,
the spirit of the son, however, a stone is chosen
to think that holy things of the small wild animals
of the late stars of Aquarius, Gay by nature
the Kids Book of the cities of the Expo opening
on a brown rock, one of the best in laid paintings
is the cat's; the guy, the weapons at 1 a.m. writing
to is running, standing on her rosy mouth,                              should her
die-cast lips to form the deep, the world speaking
of the invisible things of them that are friends
of the mother, Secretly filled w/ thing wet & sweet;
as the French guys when we read the dog in the window
looking upon the ****** field of the smoking Group of Russian
brains;     musicians done up in a lot of talk,     the ***** mirror
the Voice of the Blind Children's
revolution badly beaten by modern life & wearing the story
of the wall built under the stripper's dancing school,
strippers asking for material bell-ringers of the House's *****
song of ***; modestly falling,    James' toes turned to watch
the live cops sitting on the floor of New Bedford Park's
original painting of machines & the genius of the
******* of her blonde friend From ORPHEUM
fell the highest leaves, certain cold loves of Mary's
six w/in wrote the buried spectacle worthy
of the knee's eye playing science for male
suede running on the radio the dance glass
plastic flesh changes completely into flames burning
Bettie's corporate guns & checking what started tongues
w/ the dessert; kissed written in paradise where the angel
is sleeping pregnant from reading her daughter's monster
                                                     of a message
                    that stood
                                  beside Bob's extraneous broken side
of flickering lights of the Christian towns,
drinks bottoms up killing to remember the talking teeth moved
by Einstein, a witch, the public will being violated
by Chinese food of the place of the angle of the nature
of Lee's **** to turn the computer waves of a gun is more
to understand the mind of the empty part of the temple
of the sound of a gypsy ladies sees the course          of an injury to the head,
the eve of his raiment became aware of the wilderness of the Earth
receiving the Sage in the Museum's song that will stand
where the smoky **** is committed
to that stupid lies removed favorite;             cut the Holy Lamb
in two nailed to meet the crazy cast walked
lived Marcus Aurelius maintaining **** & caught a faint shadow of the love goddess Venus known by the morning sweat beading off the penalties that seem light in the activity turned to attending the glory of the bored crew of prostitutes;                         the street of the city hot art mad to Jews happy,
                                         he saw the dying man's sheath having to be moved
had begun,
& the burning of men,       an outstanding component
of the older long leaves of others,                         have not had a the shore
of a naked man being opposed from his head,
         took hold of the bra has happened to the girl's as much
as saying that the fall of the dreaming is of the fate of the Hail,
as     is   that which   is foremost among the mountains of Asia,
        |                             such as a point bar
part of medicine because w/ its skin goes to the queen
of the middle
of the now, do you love our American
Big Jesus alive gold in the form renewal
of our brotherhood of mind's poetry goddess of money
finding the Sun in the ancient city of hell; gobs of battle,
                       of hard ******* skin's great
future of blood, sea & ***** & a woman             is a place out of the poet's
words locked in w/ kids,      six thinking about the way
                                                   of the name of the call
of the Dream's wife, but lost door baby blue,
                            knew Intermediate History
is better to live in the Sky;                                 Moon boys & girls open to
Igor hearing the drunk American General
getting told to lay the gold down                              upon his father's tomb,                          
                   hands ***** yellow in
English time in the cold air & bad heart,             walking w/   the children
                                to write & to walk,                born big turn in Greece
                       will come hither Midnight longing for u

I don’t want you to feel tainted
I don’t like that some people see you as *****
***** hippie
But maybe that’s because we’re a lot a like
Some people think I’m *****
***** hippie
I don’t shave my legs out of compassion for the earth
to reduce plastic waste by not buying razors
to love my legs just like God made them
I want you to love you like God made you
And I know you work hard to ignore how you’re painted
to love yourself radically
What people call you
***** hippie
I know the only man who calls you that loves you like crazy
But I’m afraid you know other people think it
Even though you have cleaner hair than me
Tattoos last forever
No they don’t
Nothing lasts forever
Except for love
***** hippie

Many houses have been cleaned on ***** window routes
Terraced rows and bungelows and other glass recruits
Customers of differant types some casual, some suits
Pleasent ones and lovely ones, some of them fun hoots

One window shined, revealed behind someones bathroom door
An awful sight giving us a fright, more than we bargained for
We went to clean it was abscene, that horrible thing we saw
Showing his snake was it a mistake, or was he just a *****

Every time we went to clean situations would get worse
We didn't want to catch a glimps, of his ****** immerse
A naked burden it bacame, why was he so perverse
***** windows should remain to conceal that bathroom curse

The anxiousness we both felt, how low he always sank
Unwanted sightings of body flesh and yanking on his plank
Disgusting ways of a deprived mind, so very dark and dank
***** windows are one thing, but not when you ******* ****

We did not want to ascend, with each ladder run to climb
knowing what awaited us we didn't want to see his slime
That bathroom window was regular, he did it every time
His kind of antics should be re-classed as a life of grime

We're not interested in plonker pulling a real discusting stunt
Nakedness we don't want to see, or a nasty shiveled front
Your ***** windows are to much so we will both be blunt
Keep your wanking to yourself and ******* your ***** ****

We don't care how many times, or how much you try
There is no necessitation to see your small **** eye
Confess your sins and tell your wife and don't you effing lie
That you've been bathroom wanking and flashing your cream pie

We told him we're not cleaning, when he dosent wear a stitch
And because he had to ******* **** and treat us like his *****
We're not your pleasure ******, when you've got that certain itch
Your ***** windows we wont clean when your mind is in a ditch

It's time us girls said goodbye you've made us ******* cross
Window cleaners we may be but your not our wanking boss
So now we're gone and you know why, my friend it's adios
And all because you had to flash and have a bathroom toss

I’m suicidal.

Guys, I don’t get to say this too often without it being a hypothetical, BUT... I’m suicidal.

Did you hear me in the back? Did they hear me outside? Do you want me to say it louder?

I’M SUICIDAL!

Again? Do you want me to say it again?

I’m just messing with you guys! I know you don’t want me to say it.

I’m not an idiot. I can see you cringe and squirm in your seat. Don’t worry. I got you guys. I won’t say it too much.

I’ll prove it to you.

Let’s calm down for a second here. Take a deep breath. Get comfortable. This is not a public service announcement. This isn’t some after school special. I’m not a preacher nor do I ever plan to preach to you.

But I’m suicidal.

No one likes to hear it… So just give me a chance to prove it.

I’m already proving it in a way. Because as a suicidal person, I learned that I’m not allowed to talk about it. As a suicidal person, it’s like saying a ***** word.

Not a ***** word like **** or *****. ****. ******.

But it makes people feel *****.

When suicide is mentioned, I can see people rub their arms. They scratch the back of their neck. They fidget in their seat like I have covered them in ****.

So I’m sorry. But for a moment. I want you all to feel *****.

To see my truth, I not only need to splash my dirt onto you. I have to pull you deep down into the dirt with me. I need you to feel this way for the rest of the day.
Even when you go home and you hug your children, you hold your loved ones, and you’ve washed yourself in the lies that this could never happen to someone you care about

It’s going to stick behind your ears. You’ll feel it between your fingers. This smell will linger on your clothes. For a long time.

Just for a moment, you’re going to taste ****.

I’m sorry about that.

Do you guys want to hear a joke?

What’s the difference between being hungry and being *****?... it’s where you put the cucumber!

Have you heard that one?

Fine. But how about...

What’s the difference between a ****** and a drug dealer?... A ****** can wash and resell her crack.

I love telling that one. It kills almost every time.

No? Still not laughing?

How about…

Mickey Mouse walks into a divorce lawyers office. The lawyer says “You want to divorce your wife because she’s crazy?” and Mickey says “No! She’s ******* goofy.”

Ha! I knew I’d get some smiles. That one always works.

Does anyone feel better yet? Even just a little cleaner?

Because I don’t.

I carry jokes like a first aid kit and I bandage my wounds in satire.

When you see me drown, let me throw a punch line like a safety net. At least we both don’t have to die

Go home. Learn my jokes. Spray them like air freshener.

Pretend to be ok.

Do you think suicide is serious?

We all know it’s “serious” but no one ever explains why it’s serious.

Do you ever think about that?

Like, really think about it?

I was thirteen years old when I first told someone I was suicide and they treated it like I had brought a gun to school.

Like I had killed my dog with my bare hands.

Like I pulled my shirt up and sliced down my stomach just to show them my insides.

In a way I did. I did show them my insides. That was the first time I showed them all of me. But instead of stitching me up, they put a bandaid on it.

That’s what it is! It’s like I keep bleeding out and they keep putting bandaids on me. And when they run out, they’re like “****… You should feel better by now.”

They’re telling me “Why do I keep opening old wounds?” even though this pain hasn’t even had time to scab yet.

The last time I told my mother I was suicidal, I couldn’t say it in those words. We went on a walk, on new year's day.

It was the first walk we had taken together since I was a child. She was mad at me about something but I figured “It’s New Year. It’s ******* New Years, you know? It’s time to say it. It’s time to deal with it. I’m an adult. I can do it.”

But I didn’t put it in those words. I couldn’t just say “I’m Suicidal.” So I said “I don’t think I’m going to survive for much longer.”

And she rolled her eyes.

As a writer, it’s my job to find words. To make them so eloquent and so beautiful that they stick with you for the rest of your life. My words are supposed to stick.

But I can’t find words for such a pain…

You see, looking back on that, it was my fault.

As a suicidal person, I made the mistake of thinking just because she’s my mother, it mean she can’t smell the ***** word of suicide.

I live in a world of referrals.

If my parents can’t handle it, they will send me to my siblings.

If my siblings can’t handle it, they will send me to my friends,

From friends, I go to doctors, and then other doctors. And then specialists.

From specialists, I go to hospitals.

And then, ironically, I’ll go to special hospitals.

Mental facilities have become as arbitrary as wishing wells.

And I’ve emptied my pockets! I’ve emptied my wallets. But if I empty my heart I think they’re going to find me at the bottom of it.

When I’m sick and tired of all the referrals, they have the audacity to tell me that I have given up.

I gave up.

I stopped fighting.

But I am here to tell you that I am suicidal.

It is a *****, ***** word.

I’m also a lot of other things. I’m so many things.

I’m a daughter. And they take my beauty and they call it their reflections.

I’m a sister. But they took my loyalty, and they called it respect.

I’m a friend. They took my humor and they called it ecentric.

I’m a writer. So I took my pain and I made it into poetry.

But I am suicidal.

I am suicidal.

Don’t take my strength and call me a survivor.

Please.

Don’t let yourselves forget what **** smells like.

As dull as the lust left on ***** sheets
Is our love
A fire burning with the embers of passion
Has since fizzled to ashes

As hungry as the lust left on ***** sheets
Is our love
Your simple glance I feel upon my shoulders
Devours me whole

As eloquent as the lust left on ***** sheets
Is our love
Every simple caress and tentative whisper
Faded into gentle cotton fabric

As arrogant as lust left on ***** sheets
Is our love
Knowing just how to make your eyes see only me
You discovered how to take away my world

As empty as the lust left on ***** sheets
Is our love
Angry words electrifying the traces we left behind
Doors slamming, leaving me alone with this misshapen heart

As confining as lust left on ***** sheets
Was our love
This bed like a prison cell
Has bound me to you.

Arabian cookies In the superpower of the game world.
Part of the secret of the average Spanish,                             the fish's vitamin.
And they are Greeks. Fingers falling from the hands
of January. In this city the images of the past.                              The blue sky
is no longer the river [***** night, *****, *****, *****, *****]
Joshua's Italian dogs lost their lives. Brazil, the Republic
of China, science and others can change Saudi Arabia.
The old cat outside the door and in the story or a large part
of the European law, Arabic Arab,                rock gardens can be very useful.
The game itself is a paradise.                           Spain won fish with vitamin B
near the center of the sea like a clam runs.
Greece hit sister company.
Night of South Africa and three girls.                                 The United States,
Green, Maine, John Gold, South Asia, Russia,
Georgia, France,                            during the Canadian coins of World War II
in Canada and northern Mexico.
It will concentrate on the wrong gift
for the absolute success of a Seattle child.
There are some things in front of the sea gate,
but there is a person from the Red Sea,
Africa, but also in other countries,
just as Libyans and angels do not exist.
19 security 00 (blank). In January,
hands and fingers. In this city the images of the past.
Now the dark sky of the river [Saudi Arabia,
*****, *****, *****, *****] dogs lost the suspect. Brazil,
the Republic of China, science
and others can change Saudi Arabia.
Open the cat leaves the ancient history,
especially in the Arab bases of Spain.

Yeah,
Twenty Seventeen,
Yeah,
You are feeling me.

Hey let me set the scene
It's night, and stars are shining bright
Parked car by the ocean side
She's sitting front seat
Right next to me
Can't help but look into your eyes
And that's when I decide
To turn the music up high
climb out the door
Opened up yours
Grabbed your hand
Yeah helped you out the car
Picked you up
Placed you on the Bonet
I climbed up on it
grabbed your hand
Helped you up again
Climbed to the roof
Helped you up to

I just want to ***** dance
With you (with you)
On this car roof
Let the playlist play
Yeah pull you close to me
I just wanna dance with you
All night, all right
Till the sun comes up
All I want to do
Is ***** dance with you
On the roof

You're looking mighty fine
In your dress, oh yeah
I like the way you're grinding
Upon me, I like to see
You smiling, laughing
Having a good time
Keep rocking out
Till the sun comes out
Yeah I like your moves,
Yeah, they're so smooth.
I like what you do.
You know what I want
Show me all you've got

I just want to ***** dance
With you (with you)
On this car roof
Let the playlist play
Yeah pull you close to me
I just wanna dance with you
All night, all right
Till the sun comes up
All I want to do
Is ***** dance with you
On the roof

Yeah, this has been perfect,
Yeah this was worth it
Don't know how this moment
Could get any better
And that's when a slow song
Just magically came on
And that's when the vocals
Came clearly through the speakers
And said all the things
I want to say to you
Like how I'm falling
more in love with you
Alright okay let's just dance real slowly
Spin you around
bring you back
Pull you as close as I can
That's when you rested your head
on my shoulder and you said

I just want to ***** dance
With you (with you)
On this car roof
Let the playlist play
Yeah pull you close to me
I just wanna dance with you
All night, all right
Till the sun comes up
All I want to do
Is ***** dance with you
On the roof

Oh what a night
And as the sun
Starts to rise
I'm sitting next to you
That is when you move in
Closer to my face
You look at me and smile
And that is when it hit
I had to kiss those lips
So I did, and that taste
Oh this moment
I don't want to let go of it
I love you. You know that I do
And that's when I heard
those magical words from you
I love you,
I want to do this all again
Do you think we can?
Well alright, hold tight
Because you know that

I just want to ***** dance
With you (with you)
On this car roof
Let the playlist play
Yeah pull you close to me
I just wanna dance with you
All night, all right
Till the sun comes up
All I want to do
Is ***** dance with you
On the roof

©2017 Written By Benji James

Test Ting Won To Tree
By
Charles Fleischer







Rifleman decal water is to Tiny basket liners as Strained yo-yo string is to?
Dark wool glowing is to Oldest lost oddity as First genetic engine is to?
Black quail taint is to Nut curdled paint as Hemp biscuit dominoes are to?
Steam traced paper is to Lemon ash vapor as Digital ****** wig is to?
Eccentric brine mimes are to Electric silk slacks as Spark formed lava is to?
Sunchoked black hornets are to as Rescued orphan doves as Retold cat jokes are to?
Hand traced videos are to Braided rubber spines as Opal rain dancers are to?
Halogen anchor gong is to Annoying bread portraits as Soft bracelet lockers are to?
Old troll bios are to Select cherub echoes as Broken matchstick parasols are to?
Dome nine chariots are to Frayed lunar remnants as Fuming honey flasks are to?
Bluing assault operas is to Beading fluted flowers as Magnetic lawn tweezers are to?
Converted flea sponges are to Floating dog murals as Frozen Archie comics are to?
Molded road pads are to Crusty gumdrop thread as Straw ribbed pelicans are to?
Inflatable diamond vowel is to Single gender raffle as Groovy desert coffee is to?
Temporary solution radiation is to Idiotic witness mumble as Motorized marshmallow kit is to?
Panoramic utopian paranoia is to Aggravated **** silhouettes as Unhinged gun sellers are to?
Homesick ghost pajamas is to Virtuous fly fungus as Royal sandpaper gloves are to?
Gangster hayride tickets are to Deer milk Oreos as Turnip fairy maps are to?
Glue gun **** is to Nocturnal cabin mice as Cab fare corn is to?
Speckled fish nickels are to Under water bric-a-brac as Epic snakeskin paisley is to?
******* bungalow pranks are to Drowsy vapid oafs as Quantized cavern fish are to?
Raunchy snail kimono is to Coiled time dice as Smeared equator malt is to?
Metallic centaur franchise is to Transparent cheese chess as Spotted glacial remnants is to?
Sky fused pong is to Rustic mothers brattle as Granulated canister ointment is to?
Overgrown maze mule is to Mated smugglers hugging as Floating thesaurus exam is to?
Sliding coed sprinkler is to Soapy whitefish rebate as Precious lamb diaper is to?
Mushy acorn luster is to Lilac protein rings as Slapstick wrestler dialect is to?
Freaky plankton bells is to Rolling horse divorce as Morphing morphine lips are to?
Sticky razor sparkle is to Emerald muscle spasm as Glaring cat cipher is to?
Peppy unisex mustache is to Pelican fighter syndrome as Clumping night grumble is to?
Scanning paired pearls are to Ruby rubbed roaches as Satanic sailor flotsam  are to?
Glowing asteroid solder is to Ideal shark data as Failed frail doilies are to?
Numb nuts boredom is to Fantastic icy phantoms as Sporadic silk creations is to?
Crooks crow chow is to Loading spackled bonder as Gargled snowdrop blasters are to?
Outdid myself today is to Outside myself again as Outlived myself controls is to?
Venting shuttlecock upset is to Texting badminton kitten as Settler tested motels are to?
Prepare paired vents is to Prefer paid events as Pretender predicts fiction is to
Crunchy mental fender is to Catching mentor menace as Poorly seasoned lettuce is to?
Outside sidewalk inside is to Seaside outcast input as Sideways landslide victory is to?  
Compile fake password is to Compost world poo as Compose village anthem is to?
Crooked crotch blunder is to Loud crowd thunder as Divine vine finder is to?
Chucks’ wooden truck is to Bucks good luck as Sticky ducks tucked is to?  
Overhaul underway overseas is to Overturned downsized pickup as Underground onramp overloaded is to?
I’ll bite there is to Aisle byte their as Isle bight there is to?
Gnat gnawed wrist is to ***** show beans as See through putty is to?
Flapping floppy guppies are to Buzzing zipped dozers as Muddy ****** strippers are to?
Dark diagonal dialogue is to Diabolical dihedral die as Interesting circadian exposition is to?
Experimental flossing expectations are to Waxed dental traps as Permanent impermanence resolution is to?  
Outran ringside intrigue is to Sidetracked onboard boatload as Loaded firearm topside is to?
Phony ****** phone is to Chewy ego honey as Yogi Mama’s dada is to?
Nimble teardrop squiggle is to Humble cage curtains as Loyal truckstop morals are to?
Torching curled elastic is to Sonic neighbor clamor as Golden droplet integers are to?
Duplex pupil scanners are to Nacreous cloud clocks as Shrouded flute shops are to?
Lawn rocket tendrils are to Finding surreal borders as Sheep monarchs children is to?
Gloating ungloved squires are to Busting double doubters as Pushing woeful doctors are to?
Tricking snowbelt firedogs is to Panmixing blackened haywires as Unclothed shameful leaders are to?
Malicious ranch ritual is to Internal puppet bubble as Ornate underworld masquerade is to?
Rustic debonair Eskimos are to Mindless sassy elves as Gorgeous somber acrobats are to?
Learned earthy pimps are to Fearless sneaky Queens as Somber gentle vagrants are to?
Shocking horse wear is to Glossy sled fluid as Damaged chipmunk tongue is to?
Traditional agony chart is to Damp voodoo motel as Backwoods museum quote is to?
Magical cat cabin is to Dapper porpoise humor as Malicious graveyard foam is to?
Therapeutic gazelle cushion is to Stored alibi equipment as Stunning tempo light is to?
Fantastic rascal art is to Wasted prune dust as Jupiter’s ****** law is to?
Little nut razor is to Gigantic hyena shield as Hourglass pillow fever is to?
Coiled rain clouds are to Dizzy tycoon clowns as Lime eating cowards are to?
Possessive epicurean demonstrators are to Faded eavesdropping giants as Determined swanky drunks are to?
Aquatic preview pocket is to Soggy judicial topiary as Finicky hamster fabric is to?
Enlarged fruit cuff is to Obedient mumbling orchestra as Dark tenant tariff is to?
Recycled flash thermometer is to Botched temptation probe as Pet glider grid is to?
Seriously shy idols are to Costly driving perfumes as Ferryboat chapel wine is to?
Winged jalopy details are to Faithful spectral fathers as Sprinkled mint rainbows are to?
Spelling unneeded words is to Sprouting donut ***** as Blaming mellow mallrats are to?
Eroding loom keepsake is to Magnificent accordion canoe as ***** bongo fumes are to?
Souring violet ink is to Juvenile insult park as Periodic ferret envy is to?
Obedient boyfriend aroma is to Sanitized fat lozenges as Dramatic jailer garb is to?
Mysterious patrol group is to Dynamic maiden discharge as Captured hurricane ratio is to?
Lackadaisical bigot bingo is to Oblong care merchant as Expensive swamp shampoo is to?
Petite orifice worship is to Atomic barge pet as Plucked hair exhibit is to?
Elite officer wallop is to Automatic yard rake as Healing ****** glitter is to?
Needless swan costume is to Giant jungle goat as Organic picnic napkin is to?
Leaky jet steam is to Innovative fascist whistle as Enchanting idol evidence is to?
Plastic mascara seduction is to Greasy thermal ointment as Attractive muskrat crease is to?
Lucky camel pills are to White coral Torah as Eternal stage clutter is to?
Roasted oat **** is to Sloppy *** glue as Nylon table debt is to?
Steep nook catastrophe is to Empty dome damage as Pulsing breeze powder is to?
Empty sack power is to Hitched buck stroke as Red claw warning is to?
Ultra brief slogan is to Yummy lab mutant as Pathetic ball armor is to?
Nauseating fish splatter is to Obstinate ****** twitch as Strained ***** coffee is to?
Mezzanine intermission fossil is to Proven **** apathy as Golden duck shroud is to?
Civil tutors torment is to Thor’s posted theory as Yellow melon rain is to?
Immense olive raft is to Exploding kangaroo buffet as Ethereal witness index is to?  
Marching dark speeders are to Searing scribble fighters as **** tripping sinners are to?
Seeping viral angst is to Aged hermit tea as Murky bowl nibble is to?
Condensed blister guzzle is to Pink dorsal pie as Lavish speckled runt is to?
Needy insult poet is to Sedated acorn trader as Dry honey zoo is to?
Veiled trust flicker is to Deranged poser fashion as Flat sizzle tangent is to?
Purified diet spray is to Nebulous wishing target as Thrilling screen dope is to?
Majestic ribbon astronomy is to Bizarre formation sector as Rebel bell gimmick is to?
Sealed dart whisper is to Green silk draft as Cold vacuum varnish is to?
Clumsy raven power is to Insect island circus as Minted mink drapes are to?
Curved map ruler is to Tiny lethal radio as Blue fused metal is to?
Inverted laser invasion is to Damp sheep dump as Puffy gown smoke is to?
Saucy Channel blazer is to Leather goat filament as Starched locomotive hat is to?
Broken jumper leads are to Disgraced mini exorcists as Designer shamrock caulk is to?
Tweaked poachers smokes are to Assorted sulfur pathways as Collected bedlamp trickle is to?
******* bungalow pranks are to Drowsy vapid oafs as Quantized cavern fish are to?
Crawling battle worms are to Vibrating metal pedals as Mentholated matrix wax is to?
Missing meshed rafts are to Liquid rock pipes as Crinkled bean bikinis are to?
Tithing **** joggers are to Perforated buck fronds as Leather zither picks are to?
Fearing truthful cowards is to Rambling preachers mumble as Gazebo ambulance gasoline is to?
Shelving elder’s whiskers is to Poaching goalies pesto as Radical tricycle angst is to?
Mucky gunboat polymer is to Primeval maypole flameout as Cathedral greenhouse intercom is to?
Diaphanous safety prize is to Unleashed saucer lion as Dorky blonde ropewalker is to?
Tapered spring meter is to Silver silo mythology as Misguided judges medallions are to?
Alligator x-ray money is to Cherry unicorn water as Coyote cactus toy is to?
Cowardly dorm scrooge is to Atomized pewter script as Flattened spore smoothies are to?
Trash can yodel is to Flashing wired spam as Exploding chocolate pudding is to?
Sonar blasted bushings are to Threading ruined wheels as Forty shifting boxes are to?
Tiny balloon rebellion is to Softened square cleanser as Iconic soul sucker is to?
Harmony night light is to Spanish nitrogen desire as Squirrel cavern iodine is to?

Lazy winter secret is to Slow airport widget as Silly mustard binder is to?
Elephants raising raisins are to Microscopic lamb planet as Purple hay puppets are to?
Caribou venom vaccine is to Electronic lemonade choir as Demonic princess massage is to?
Beet coated bridge is to Fattened needle point as Mylar monkey spine is to?
Ashy ink dust is to Youngest rabbi planet as Orange cartoon geometry is to?
Cold green chalk is to Cobalt ladder farce as ***** river filters are to?
Sublime sheep master is to Sleeping past rapture as Subliminal bliss jelly is to?
Ocean crust slippers are to Twigged germ radar as Popping sharpie scope is to?
Zen wrapped beep is to Oak foamed code as Wicked flashing sizzle is to?
Dew eyed sleigh is to Say I do as Act as me is to?
Humpback on hammock is to Ham hocking hummer as Hunchback with knapsack is to?
Corned flag jelly is to Draped wing chewers as Tripping swan acid is to?
Futuristic Rembrandt chant is to Almond likened meadows as Asian timber blue is to?
Nap in sack is to Flap on Jack as Ducks dig crack is to?
Flowing flavored lava is to Gleaming optic layers as Enhanced goose gibberish is to?      
Flag tied pajamas are to Saline checker choir as Speed reading quotas is to?
Whipped spam spasms are to Misted shaman scripture as Testing pitched bells is to?
Cave aged eggs are to Crowded tiger cages as ****** wagon pegs are to?
Pigeon towed car is to a Man toad art as Wolf whisker wish is to?
Second hand clothes are to Minute hand gestures as Final hour prayer is to?
Slick wicked shavers are to Tricky watch boxes as Sprouting pine tattoos are to?
Waxed stick ravens are to Match stick foxes as Narrowed thermal towers are to?
Ice cave rice is to Laced face lice as Gourmet pet **** is to?
Diamond lane anniversary is to Space age appropriate as Time travel agency is to?
Lime bark violin is to Lemon twig guitar as Lunar sky waffles are to?
Fake rat **** is to Smart cake batter as Rugged fur tax is to?
Tarred raft fluff is to Flaked rafter dust as Lined liquor flask is to?
Flakes will fall is to Take Bills call as Broken maze compass is to?
First faked voter is to Entombed cartoon honey as Smallest aching smurf is to?
Fancy bared ******* are to Flaky fairy treats as Kings amp filter is to?
Bone window folio is to Whittled fake pillow as Little fitted jackets are to?
Nine nuts brittle is to Ate pear pie as Six packed poppers are to?
Incandescent playground pencil is to Elastic hand worm as Perfumed piano ink is to?
Opal shifting anode is to a Windup lion decoy as Pale paisley trolley is to?
Stacked black boxes are to Old packed tracks as a Throwing micron hammers is to?
Apricot bark furnace is to Merry Orchid Choir as an Ivory rinsing funnel is to?  
Narcotic honey nuts are to Slick flag toffees as Silk fig sugar is to?
Orange coin raisins are to Low note candies as Smelling balled roses is to?
Pocket packed monotints are to Tragic ladder hayracks as Ravishing speed traders are to?
Crayon spider resin is to Coral squirrel forceps as Wolf tumbled loaf is to?  
Silver wheat flies are to Width shifting wheels as Golden blister blankets are to?
Really tiny hippopotamus is to Masked fat podiatrist as a Sad sack psychiatrist is to?
Miniature Mesopotamian monuments are to Apple minted elephants as Raising wise ravens is to?
Lathered nymph nacre is to Sonic ion constellations as Concealed iron craft is to?  
Epic gene toy is to Ladies bubble sled as Jagged data bowl is to?
Bugged dagger bag is to Pop sliced meld as Atom bending moonlight to?  
Rural madam’s deed is to Dyed dew dipper as Eight sprayed dukes are to?
Jiffy grand puffer is to Floating altar myth as Vintage dark mirth is to?
Undercover overnight underwear is to Overpaid undertaker overdosing as Overheard understudy freebasing is to?

Black grape crackle is to Red cactus ruffle as Installing padded pets are to?
Snide snobs sniffing are to Sneaky snails snoring as Snared snipes sneezing are to?
Exploring explosive exits is to Explaining expansive exports as Expecting expert exchange is to?
Shrewd logic ledger is to Puppets dropping cupcakes as Placated topaz octopi are to?
Door roof tools are to Cool wool boots as Wood cooked root is to?
Bright fight light is to Night flight fright as Mites bite site is to?
Floor flood fluid is to Wooden door Druid as Nasty **** broom is to?
Accurate police photography is to Intelligent microbe geography as Condensed aerosol biography is to?
Cowardly cowboy grime is to Corpulent corporate crime as Bosnian dwarf necromancer is to?
Jell-O clearing shaker is to Brillo cleaning shiner as Cheerios bowling shields are to?
Mumbled mindless hokey is to Fumbled found money as Humming kinder bunny is to?
Daisy’s clock setter is to Lilly’s boxer toxin as Poodles rose paddle is to?
Watch Bozo Copernicus is to Hire Clarabelle Newton as Find ***-wee Einstein is to?
Amethyst thistle whistles is to Lapis pistol whip as Diamond bomb scar is to?
Dandelion seahorse rescue is to Crabapple dogwood farm as Faux foxglove lover is to?    
Optical poppy stopper is to Polar halo lens as Day-Glo rainbow sticker is to?
Savanna leopard spotted is to Eskimo lassos kisses as Alligator lemonade standard is to?
Bill of Rights is to Will of left as Thrill of night is to?
Baptize floozies quickly is to Useless outsized nozzles as Puzzled wizard wanders is to?        
Chaps wearing chaps are to Chaps contesting contests as Consoling concealed consoles is to?
Quiet squirming squirrels are to Aeon beauty queens as Queasy greasy luaus is to?
Knew new gnu is to Sense scents cents as We’ll wheal wheel is to?
Blazing zingers ringing are to Wheezing singers flinging as Freezing finger number are to?
Lamb tomb jogger is to Dumb numb **** as Thumbed crumb bug is to?

Blue accordion casket is to Jaded scholar ***** as German mushroom circus is to?
President George Flintstone is to Funny Fred Washington as Abraham Jetson’s dog is to?
Google Desmond Tutu is to Kalamazoo Zoo Park as Zodiac actors Guru is to?
Swamp cradled whisperer is to Cherished drawbridge cello as Bludgeoned prankster outlaws are to?
Dukes pink mittens are to Smeared nest carava

I heard every word you said.
Still running through my head.
Your words like a needle, slowly pricking my skin.
Prodding, picking finally making themselves slowly in.
Staring off into the street, I knew I had to walk away.
I could’nt bear stay nor listen to another word you say.
Ashamed to have felt something more.
My heart grew heavy and very sore.
I slipped away, blankly into space.
Disappointment and anger staring me in the face.



I’m like a sock.
A ***** one.
However, twasn’t ***** at first.
In fact it was brand new. Really, a very nice beautiful sock.
It was comfortable too, and fit you well.
You wore it so often, the fabric became thin.
Eventually a tiny little hole made its way in.
At first the hole wasn’t bad.
Sometimes it drove you crazy and even mad.
Yah know that feeling when all that sand gets in?
Though irritating maybe it tickled, even made you grin.
Boy! Did those socks get a lot of use, they were great.
You still loved those socks.
They were getting rattier and rattier every day, but you used them anyway.
They were THE socks yah know? You see them, and you know you JUST want to wear them.
So you wear them, you have a run, a WONDERFUL day ,in fact, in those socks.
Really, you always have nice days in those socks, they were just so comfortable!
You know how things get old? Well those socks got really old, I mean REALLY old.
Looking at them- “Man those socks are the best, putting them on now.”
You wish they would last but you just didn’t know how.
Excited to start your day, you put your favorite socks on.
But, ****… one sock really ripped with a giant massive hole.
Such a disappointment, you can’t really enjoy them anymore, they were better when you first bought them.
MAN, that hole got so irritating.
Not only sand came in but now pebbles and big rocks.
That **** pair of socks!
Not willing to throw them away cuz they were THE socks.
You washed them and put them in a far off box. Still *****, worn, and torn. Maybe you will use them again one day.
But, I don’t want to be your ***** socks.
I walked away.

Here's the thing about being a secret,
The secret starts off being so ****,
Sneaking around,
Telling little white lies,
It's all so thrilling,
Secrets make life interesting,
Plus it makes hooking up that much hotter.

Inevitably that all changes eventually,
Eventually keeping the secret becomes a burden,
I want to confide in people about what we are,
I don't want to put in the effort to keep us a secret anymore,
And more than anything…
I want the world to know how happy I am with you.

When I tell you I want more, you apologize and say you don't want the obligation,
And I understand,
But at the same time… it feels like *******,
Because I realize I'm not just the kind of secret you keep for fun or to make life interesting,
No.
I'm the type of secret you keep because if it gets out…
You'll look bad.
A ***** Little Secret

Do you know how it feels to be your ***** Little Secret?
It hurts.
It feels like you're ashamed of me.
So why go on like this?
Why lie to everyone?
Why not have me and be honest?
Let the secret out, deal with the fall out.
Because being the one revealing the secret is far better than doing damage control when the secret gets out.

But of course, I say nothing.
I play along.
Try to keep it quiet.
Play by your rules,
In fear of loosing you if I don't,
And I continue to be your ***** Little Secret.
But remember this:
I may be your ***** Little Secret,
But you are my everything.

There she is
the girl with the ***** blonde hair
Shes takes form of the sun
and brightens my day
I hang on every word from her
no matter what she has to say
When i see her
my heart begins to pop
She is my ***** blonde, acid drop
Why cant i have her
I dont know why
When it comes to the girl with the ***** blonde hair
she is my life's
only high

Part 1 At the Saint’s Book Store (Singapore, 1970)


when I was just 15
and just after
a trip to the National Library
I saw a slim volume
at the Saint’s Book Store
(named after a TV series
and true to the borrowed name,
a second-hand book store)
and its spine said: Kama Sutra


Now that’s a title
they don’t have at the National library,
I mused
and I took it down off the shelf
and stood, agape -
transported to Ancient India
by the very seductive picture
on the cover page;
didn’t make me feel like a saint at all


but my reader’s instinct
got the better of me
and so I opened the book
in which the Introduction
ran boringly longer
than the main meat of the text
and so I went on to
Vatsyayana’s
own enigmatic words


This I must have-
I said to myself,
after only five pages of Vatsyayana
and the sticker label on the
used book replied: $2.50
I bought the book
and walked home
and had no lunch that day






Part 2 ***** Science


What are you reading?
asked little Somu,
a year younger than I was


It’s a Science book,
I said, turning away from him

If it’s a Science book,
the little rascal said,
why are you hiding it behind
another science book?


Mind your own business,
I said,
Hardly taking my eyes
off Vatsyayana’s classic


I’ll mind my own
if you tell me what it is;
otherwise dad
will come to know of it-
and you won’t be able to tell
him to mind his own business


Oh! I said, angry and afraid,
and I threw down my books
(the cover book and the hidden book).
You’re too young for such things.


But he looked at me
as only a dangerous blackmailer can
and I yielded to his request -
I would summarize aloud each chapter
for him as I finished reading each
(That’s the trouble when
fate throws you in
with siblings who don’t read)



And day in and day out
over the next few weeks
I summarized the Kama Sutra –
no, I don’t think I summarized,
I extemporized,
I added details, I confess –
for the benefit of non-reading Somu
that silly pumpkin of a brother
who didn’t understand a word of what I said!






Part 3: Weird History



That night as we lay
on our mats on the floor
Somu asked me:
You know…I was thinking.…
ever since you provided
your summary of the Kama Sutra
delivered in such melodramatic actor’s voice…
I’ve been wondering….Do you think Dad knows
the Kama Sutra?



Oh, I said immediately.
How would
dad know
about the Kama Sutra?
It’s been banned In India
since the middle ages.
He only knows
Hare Rama, Hare Rama…
Now, maybe it’d do you good
to repeat the mantra 100 times
and go to sleep…
You might end up in Vaikunta.


And then insomniac Somu said:
What’s that book you were reading
this afternoon
covered behind your
school History Text Book?


Oh God! Nothing escapes the eyes
of this sibling who came a year after me;
and I had to make an honest reply
or he’d pursue me to the ends of the earth:
Oh, it’s another book
I found at the Saint’s Book Store;
it’s called The Perfumed Garden;
it’s in Arabic and you won’t understand a word;
you can read it when you’re fifty
because that’s how long it’ll take me to translate the work


Somu, the silly sibling ever,
sat up on his mat and looked at me suspiciously:
When did you learn Arabic?
You can’t even read Tamil properly,
you monolingual Indian!



And irritated, I said:
Oh shut up and sleep…
Don’t you go digging into what I do.
I learn all sorts of things in my own time –
and you’re best, little brother,
to stick to Hare Rama, Hare Rama
Or Hara Hara, Siva Siva…




And for that,
the traitor of a brother told all our school mates
I was reading ***** Science
and weird History!







Part 4: The Puritans Come Home



What is a young boy
just turned fifteen,
said the outraged visitor to my father
doing with a copy of Kama Sutra?
And he pointed his bony finger
at me, sitting with my brother Somu
and his thirteen-year-old son Kittu;
we kids sat on the floor
and the dignified adults
sat elevated on the sofa

And he continued:
So, tell me,
what is a young boy like
that doing with erotica?
Is this the time for him?
This is the time for him to study
his textbooks and do his homework.
And the outraged father
pointed his finger at my sheepish father
and he continued:
Your son goes to the same school as my son –
and I’m afraid he’ll be a bad influence.
At History lessons and Literature class,
my son reports,
your boy asked the teachers why
they don’t teach Kama Sutra.
This is outrageous and crazy!



My father looked at me
but couldn’t see my eyes
thanks to my state-welfare
horn-rimmed glasses
and he said to the outraged visitor:
I don’t know…
He reads all sorts of stuff…
He discovers all these books
at the National Library
and bookshops…
He’s read Gandhi’s biography…
and now it appears
he’s discovered Kama Sutra…
Should we really stop him?



The uncertain father slumped in the sofa;
but the outraged father jumped up
dragged his son Kittu to the door
and he turned around and said:
You call these discoveries?
Get him to stick his nose
in his school textbooks!
He will come to no good!
He will bring you shame!
You call these discoveries?
I’m not coming here anymore –
and turning to his son
he said:
Don’t ever talk to that boy;
don’t you ever be near him!

And off they went,
Outraged Father and Trembling Son
into Dusty History.





Conclusion


My father and I looked at each other;
not a word was said –
and he is not here today
for a translation of what I write here now


As for my little brother
that traitor who had told Kittu,
I took both books
The Kama Sutra and The Perfumed Garden
and hit him smack on his head:
and he has remained
stunted physically and mentally ever since








Postscript



What’s that thick book,
said Somu two weeks later,
on the shelf?

That’s Origin of Species
by someone called Charles Darwin,
I said.

Is it one of those ***** books?
he asked.

I think so, I said. I heard some religions
have it blacklisted
so it must be *****.

And what’s that one beside it?

That’s Shakespeare, I said. Complete Works.

Is it another of your ***** books?
said Somu.



Well, I said to this juvenile sibling
just a year younger than I.
There must be many ***** parts in the volume…
You can never escape dirt…it’s all part of life.

I have only one layer
I'm about to strip it bare
I'm about to submit to your desires
Of *** , **** , and hair

I'm giving in to inhibitions
As I spread myself before you on the bed
You better save some pocket change
Cause I intend on breaking
your wooden bed head

I'm about to lift my knees
Arch my back and beg please

I'm about to ask you ever so nicely
To make it harder
And hold me tightly

I'm about to try positions
A body is not meant to form
I'm about to make sure
Your ready to preform

I'm about to put signage
"Take care , slippery when wet"
Ready , set
And I'm gonna beg for more
You can bet

Harder and more forceful each time
I'm gonna have you gagging for breath
As hell meets heaven
And life measures ****** death

You say "oh how you look like heaven tonight "
As I guide you through hell
On this wild ride

You say I look somewhat like your wife
Maybe this morning
But I'm nothing like her tonight

Move with my body
And you'll get it just right

I am the officer in charge tonight

So shut your mouth
And let's go round for round
In a different type of fight
Let's keep it going
Until we break through the moon  light
I'm not from heaven
Nor a mother
Tonight
But for these few dark hours

A ***** ***** housewife x

(athena)
        the sweaty, jacked-up summer is approaching quick
        fired from the mouth of april
        like a bullet from a handgun

(aphrodite)
       we are fast, beautiful
       ***** like gasoline on someone’s palm
       ***** like fences that hold gardens of shredded tires
       ***** like blood dried on the sidewalk in the shape of a
       tightened fist

(athena)
       ***** sneakers and ***** hair
    
(aphrodite)
       with shampoo that never got washed all the way out

(athena)
       ***** because of how we love

(aphrodite)
       sharp-beautiful-longing!

(athena)
       with our hands on other girls’ knees and thighs
       like birds out of their cage
       or the statue of liberty punching her light
       into a sky that holds as much desire
       as it holds stars

(aphrodite)
        nameless-bursting-burning!

(athena)
       rough and sweet and fresh from hell
       crawling to emancipation
       just wanting to love
       just wanting to live

(aphrodite)
       just wanting to move her hair out of her face
       with our thumbs

(athena)
     asking to be allowed to want
     what we are not supposed to have

(aphrodite)
     quivering        

(athena)
       hot and sweaty like little kids under the covers
       with a flashlight reading
       harold and the purple crayon
      
(aphrodite)
       but there is no flashlight this time

(athena)
       and no picture book

Peeing: to ***; to urinate; to release the body of its liquid toxins; to pass or discharge *****; characteristically yellow- the strength of the color depending on the body’s hydration.
People have strange habits when peeing; urinating; releasing the body of their liquid toxins. Some people procrastinate it to the last minute and rush to the bathroom, barely yanking their pants down in time and shuddering in relief. They are those who habitually whip in and out, even when they don’t really need to. There’s the common usage of an escape from boredom in classes or meetings. Perhaps it even causes a slight blushing in the cheeks of painfully shy woman at hearing rushed tinkling so close by. And of course, they are also the people who love to leave surprises for the next person who uses the bathroom.
All in all, peeing seems to mean not much to people – a small part of life; but a very, very necessary part.  

                                 *                 *                    * .

The rain poured furiously outside the window as Emily sat, straining her brown eyes against the whiteboard flashing images of trigonometry from Mr. Well’s laptop, trying hard to concentrate. She was sitting in her usual seat in class, and also her favorite. It was a solitary table with a chair, away from the clusters of tables and the chattering children, and the only chair by the window. She liked to look out the window, even if it distracted her from Mr. Well’s loud explanations. The booming of “SOHCAHTOA” in her ears became distant as the wind’s movement caught her eye. She gazed out on sheets of rain flapping across the sky like giant teary spirits and pressed her fingertips on the glass. Cold.
Absent-mindedly, she pressed her cheek against the coolness and felt it absorb her body warmth. Her imagination kicked in and the glass became a panel of energy, ******* a little life from all those who touched it, vibrating with a strange purple light until it was so filled with energy the particles of the glass would explode and she would be the first to die from the sharp shatters that would spray across the room, causing droplets of blood to-
Ahem.
Mr. Well coughed meaningfully at her dreamy face. The class exploded into laughter and the bell rang. A skinny girl smiled at her but she was so lost in her own world, she forgot to smile back as she slung her bag on her shoulder and ran out. Maybe that’s why she didn’t have too many friends.
The dark skies were pouring furiously as only Bangkok in Monsoon weather can.
A walk home or a motorbike ride? A motorbike ride would be a little dangerous in this flooding… and with that reasoning she waved up a motorbike. The seat was soaked and so was the driver, whose brown leathered feet struggled to keep red flip-flops on as they sloshed through the flooded Sois.
Fat water bullets pelted her skin and the wind blew them ferociously into her face till her eyes stung. The motorbike swerved in and out of the cars stuck in traffic (slightly floating), the bottoms of their wheels immersed in ***** water.
The pockets of her school shorts were hastily rummaged through and she pulled out a soggy green twenty-baht note bank before running into the shelter of the lobby, dripping over the marble floor and completely drenched. The building-maid widened her eyes, and watched her horrified; knowing it meant extra work mopping and drying up the lobby floor as soon as Emily vanished into the elevator.
The plastic button with the circular metal piece glowed orange. It was strange how she was shivering with cold but her touch was still warm enough to light up the elevator buttons.
The usual itchy, impulsive, restlessness was building up inside her from the wet motorbike ride. Thunder roared and crackled through the lobby’s swinging glass doors and they vibrated slightly. Another flashing image of splintering glass splashed across her mind and in the split-second, she saw the diamond shards pierce the eye of the lobby’s guard and splinter across the floor-
She shook her head. This was what happened when she had too much pent-up energy. She had to do something- something reckless and fast and dangerous… now! A bolt of lightning went through her as a familiar wide open space came into her mind… the rooftop of her thirty-five floored building.
The elevator ride up was slow, much too slow for the fast pacing of her heart and she hit the metal doors with wet fists. Tearing out of the doors when it finally jolted to a stop, she climbed up to the top, running up the stairs two steps at a time and caught her breath. It was flooded up to her ankles and violent gusts of wind made her steady herself.
Emily’s Dad often told her stories of when he was child. “The winds in my home during Monsoon season were so strong we could lean into it with our fully body weight and we wouldn’t fall. It was almost as good as flying.”
Her lids squinted shut and the sensitive skin was immediately exposed to the pebbles of the rain and whipping wind; and in almost dream-like state, she leaned into the howling wind.
There was a comically slow fall and her bony knees hit the concrete flooring with a dull thud. She burst into tears of laughter in her own stupidity at thinking the wind could hold up against her gigantic frame and rubbed her ***** knees sorely. Reaching up to wipe her tears with muddy fingers, she laughed to herself again. There was no point in wiping away tears. They were so trivial in comparison to the current weeping of the skies.
Against the thick opaqueness of the wind, she could see how the view towered over a jungle of buildings as far as the eyes could see, with snaking concrete roads and skinny black canals. Slums scattered around nearby swanky hotels of the rich. The buildings faded into small dark shapes in the distance. Bangkok.
No matter how tall and industrial it tried to become, everyone ran for cover under this blinding rain.
Up here, completely a victim to nature’s power, she felt exposed; naked; real. The animalistic instincts inside her swelled up. Humans weren’t meant to wear these annoying pieces of material or shoved inside skinny architectural designs. With aggressive tearing motions, a pile of soggy clothes half lay, half floated on the flooded floor beside her and she stood there bare… and completely naked. Laughter spilled out from the depths of her naked chest with the two tiny hints of possible womanhood; it was louder than thunder. Screaming, laughing and gasping she stumbled around – climbing over objects and feeling the beautiful dizziness: a sweet, sweet dizzy. She stood up on a random block a meter high; spread her arms wide as her wet body shone with raindrops. The rain threatened to push her over, her soaked hair twitching heavily on her neck.
She ****** in her breath, ready to yell so that the heavens could hear but instead, the voice that came out was controlled with a shaky undertone of joy,
“I need to ***.”
And then she did.

                                                *         *            *.

His eyes are brown. Dark chocolate brown – a simple, solid color. Simple and solid like him.
Because he was so simple, people enjoyed his companionship. Though he was simple, he was not boring. Rather he was sharp-mouthed, quick on his feet, witty and observant speaking bald truths about people that either provoked them to scandalized laughter or humiliated fury.
What some people forgot to recognize was that he didn’t really love anyone. Plenty called him a close friend, but so absorbed were they in their own world; they seldom realized the fact that most of his thoughts were concealed. Kept in a little box of surprises in the back of his mind, and hidden so well nobody knew they existed.
He could spend months with a friend traveling in a different country, and return back home with no feelings of attachment. He could care for a friend while they were here and not really miss them while they were gone.
Most of the time his eyes were neutral and observing and they would sparkle amusedly when he had provoked someone with his words. This was how remained to almost everyone; everyone but one person. The one person that could turn his normally calm face even more still, the dark brows would rise slightly and a quick flash of fire would shoot through his eyes- and for a long while, they would burn slowly like two twin coals; the one person who could cloud his eyes dreamily; the one person who could make them glint wetly.  
He reached over and grabbed her hand. Emily turned smiling eyes at him.
A group of teenagers were strolling down the closed roads, armed with water guns, pasted in thick white powder, thoroughly drenched in the hot, dry weather and skipping over puddles (except for Emily who splashed into them).
Songkran in Bangkok: celebrated in the middle of April where temperatures reach forty-degrees Celsius, Thailand’s New Year and a time to pay respect to the elders in the family, but as most traditions, they became really just an excuse to enjoy oneself and in this case, one-year-olds to eighty-year-olds roamed the ***** streets splashing ice-cold water from hoses and water guns and smeared each other with chalk in buckets.
The street they were being shoved along was crowded with slick, drunk bodies. The heat of the afternoon sun shone down on their backs. The sign that introduced excited people in was sprayed by a passing pick-up truck filled with screaming locals. “WELCOME TO SOI COWBOY” printed the red letters.
Red-faced fat foreigners held in each arm a tiny ******* with their bright lace bras showing through the wet see-through shirt and their black eye shadow playing havoc with their cheeks.  Country-side Thai music blared in its jumpy, quirky manner with the over done sound effects. Those nasal voices of dark skinned women with their skins covered with make-up to an ashy white whined out of the stereos. A man with the head of a buffalo mask sauntered past. It was a mark of how wild things got at Songkran that eyes merely flickered over the shirtless buffalo briefly with a quick laugh. Transsexuals clad in diamond-studded flip-flops, wet white tank tops and mini jeans shorts the size of underwear danced to the blasting music from the open pubs down either side of the road. Their surgically-made ******* were all-too visible in the white shirts, their dark ******* poking out as they grabbed the crotches of good-looking men and boys that passed by, squealing and rubbing their bodies against white men especially. Most of these white foreigners had a look of bewildered pleased ness... for only a few realized that underneath that squeaky voice was a very deep rumble, and underneath those lacy thongs lay a very big surprise indeed.
One of the better-looking boys in the group, his green eyes and pointed chin drawing the fancy of many hookers, was pulled off by four pairs of wet skinny arms touching him and yelling in broken English, “Oh so handsome! You so handsome! I love you! What your name! You tell me your name, handsome boy!”
The handsome boy proceeded to manage some sort of scream for help while laughing until his stomach ached. It was Songkran; it was a merry time, and he knew he was good-looking. Kat, who held a secret crush on him laughed amusedly at his yelping.
Emily stumbled after him with Kat and parted through the crowd of ladies in time to see a tiny little ****** trip on her squeaking flip-flops and fall beside a sprawled figure, face down in the ***** road with a massive bag of ice on top of him.
“Hey! Are you alright?” Emily cried, half-amused and half-concerned, lifting the heavy ice bag off his shoulders.
Kat rushed forward, laughing but compromising her concern with furrowed brows and helped him up. “You okay Tom?”
He whimpered in pain and put a hand on his neck, rubbing it sorely. “That ice bag was ******* heavy.” The girls decided to make no note of his skinny arms.
They walked back to their group of friends who turned around and saw a limping green-eyed boy and roared with laughter. The noise caught the attention of predators searching for a good target and they were hosed down with water pipes.
Suddenly Emily felt a huge body lift her up and swing her around while hands plastered her with wet chalk.
“Emily!”
She felt safe hands grab her and looked up into the pair of dark chocolate eyes. They were a little annoyed as they flickered over the fat drunk man who released her heavily but it was Songkran, and he managed to laugh at her bewildered expression.
Just then they passed a horde of prostitutes and she felt him being ripped from her. “I like this one!” screeched a passing market lady who rushed in to jump on him. “I like this one! Let’s keep this one!” They dunk his head in a bucket of white goo.
She screeched with laughter and even at something that silly, felt protective of him. “Brad!”
He was too busy being attacked. “Brad!” she tried to reach in and he opened his mouth to call out to her. That was a big mistake, he realized, as he received a handful of powder in his mouth. Spitting, coughing, and trying to breathe through nostrils blocked with powder he managed to wipe his stinging eyes clean. The prostitutes released him but not before a huge ******* screamed with glee at his straight nose and thin red lips, and reached forward giving his crotch a good grab. He screeched in genuine disgust and fear, had a moments feeling of guilt in case he had offended the ******* which was immediately wept away as he, no she, no it, yelped joyfully and massaged his **** before trotting off to his, no her, no its next victim.
Where was Emily? With his height, he managed to see a brown head that stuck above the other dark-haired and light-haired heads being jostled out of the street by the moving crowd. He ran to catch up and grabbed Emily’s hand as the group of teenagers tripped out of “Soi Cowboy”.  
They stood for a moment catching their breath. Zoey, a tiny little girl with a chest that threatened to put her out of balance, pushed her brown curls out of her face. A red glow was starting to spread over her cheeks.
Kat laughed scornfully, her wide smile spreading generously over her face. “Sunburn?! You white girl!”  
They had all been out around the streets since early morning and it was late in the afternoon now. Rose’s cheeks were flushed and the tip of Kat’s nose was a little pink herself. The rest of them, with their darker skin, had tanned slightly but unnoticeably. They laughed at Zoey for a short while. It was an interesting group of friends: all of them of mixed heritages from around the world with different backgrounds that became common in the world of International schools. It was alright to tease Emily’s honey skin; it was funny to crack jokes about Stefan’s hairiness; it was hilarious when Zoey tried to tan.
Emily shot a picture of everyone laughing: their clothes wet, their faces scrunched up, eyeliner smudged (Kat and Rose had lined their eyes with water proof kohl that of course wasn’t really waterproof), their cheeks and chin caked a crumbly white.
Kat and Zoey clambered over her shoulders, peering at the little digital screen of the water proof camera. “Ew! Gross!” yelled Kat who was only used to pictures of her lips rosy from lipstick, camera at a flattering angle with a bright flash from her professional equipment that made her black-lined green eyes sparkle like emeralds.
“Delete! I look sick!”
Even Zoey, who admired Kat’s photogenic ness to a great extent, could find no words of solace except to say, “Me too! I look gross! Delete! Now!”
Emily just laughed and said, “No you don’t.” Of course it wasn’t a type of picture they’d profile on Facebook, but all the same it was beautiful with their wild-looking and uninhibited faces and un-posing body shapes, curled up in laughter.
Zoey snatched the camera from her and they fiddled with the buttons till the picture was deleted. It was regretful, annoying, but not unexpected.
Emily rubbed her sore knees and noticed how Tom was still rubbing his neck sorrowfully with Stefan laughing at him, shaking his head wearily. Brad was holding onto her arm a little tiredly, Kat and Zoey had their arms wrapped around each other’s shoulder for leaning support and Rose and Emily’s younger brother, Jason, were standing together, staring absen

Man of tricks never ever succeeds
Why to play with broken beads
Third rate man with ***** deeds
Sows ***** seeds ,get ***** needs

Man is but master of tricks of trade
Cuts innocent other with sharp blade
To get his greed he is to serenade
Hence gets his face just fade to fade

Lust runs in veins like ***** blood
Hence he becomes victim of flood
Injures himself being a cactus bud
***** mud just goes back to  mud

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

A ***** duct tape silences my mouth
People say blood is thicker than water
Yet your thunderous voice screams at me
Does daddy cherish his daughter?
So why can’t your eyes open and see
You’ve become a Mein Kampf tyrant?
You want my obedience and silence!

A ***** duct tape silences my mouth
As it leaves a residue of disgust
Must this be our memory?
Though silent my heart feels unjust-
Must you **** all my energy;
Leave me to feel lost and astray
As mental state starts to decay

A ***** duct tape silences my mouth
Will your anger subside and be quiet?
Fear suffocates vulnerable heart;
Wrathful words ready for a riot;
Confidence crushed as it’s torn apart.
Verbal abuse moves like a torrent flood,
Affecting those who share the same blood!

(c) 2018 Joanne Chang

***** is what you are
***** is grunge under the nails
How your gritty tales told pail
In comparison to your dingy secrets
Infectious with your soiled lies
Excrement from bitter lips
Words that never did or ever will mean ****,
Exit from your waste-filled ships.

***** is what you are,
In this way, toxic barrels rot the frogs
Or how you irradiated touch melts minds,
A walking cancer cell, and everything you say is terminal
You’re what turtles suffer, plastic nooses
To hang your head upon loose laurels kept,
***** is all that you are.

***** is what you are,
It’s diesel exhaust exhausting to deal with you
Laborious and full of smog
All for the hope you could find an in
And in the end, gaslight me again.

***** is what you are,
Like toxic markers, or lead paint
And the more you color, the more I’m unimpressed
You are sadness incarnate,
You have bad habits by definition,
And the more you try to get close
I remind myself why I fly further away.

***** is what you are.

look at those utters
now do as i say
your gaze melts my *****
**** my **** all day

your really pretty
i will love your ***
i dont mind if its ******
what i would do for your *****

You may be the slave
but i love your feet
i could kiss them all day
aren't they sweet

so your the slave
and im the master
come lick my ***
can you do it faster

i will ******* and hurt you
when ever i please
ill stick my **** inside you
i dont like a tease

i love yourl *******
more then i can stand
i could lick it all day
it never taste bland

i want it up
i want it down
if i cant have it
i get a frown

it taste so good
i never get enough
i eat it up
better then a cream puff

if something comes out of it
i really don't mind
i love caviar
but not in a jar

its truly religious
could it be god
incredibly delicious
i know it sounds odd

your ******* is cute
it sends me to bliss
can i prey to it
what about ****

oh yeah i love **** to
i kiss it all night
yummy yum goo
you say its real tight

ok ***** and toes
now im in tears
god i love subs
especially whoes

yes i love ankles
o my lord i love feet
kiss then 4 ever
aren't they sweet

when i see ****
my **** gets so hard
i like them all sizes
but i don't need a yard

then comes the men-strum
for only 3 days
its my very favorite time
i love it always

if your a lady
and don't give it up
and get all ******
go get a pup

if you don't think so
i wont be around
i love ***** *****
all tied and bound

so come to me sub
i love you i do
lets go to bed
i wana ******* :)

xoxoxoxoxoxoxo

I am holding
my last cigarette
and sitting.
Reading my favorite novel,
Vanity Fair.
Pouring the wine.
I used to drink all the night
with some friends
that nobody knows about them.
The poem was written after,
the ***** poem.
They told me
sometimes my poem was about it.
It was too late to say
that the things they only have
is about ***** mind.

EDNA: Hello there, Dan my dear, please take a seat, but before you sit down, just let me put a plastic sheet over the chair.

DAN: Thank you so much, Mrs Sweetlove.

EDNA: Now, Dan, please tell me why you are known far and wide as Dan, Dan, the ***** Old Man. How did you come to acquire such a salubrious soubriquet? Don't spare us any of the more sordid details. My readers are all agog.

DAN: Well, there are three aspects to my dirtiness. Firstly, my sanitary arrangements and personal hygiene. How can I put this delicately? [scratches head in puzzlement and several lice are dislodged, much to Edna's distaste. She squirts them with super-strength LICEOKILL.] To be blunt, Edna, I don't wash much and I very seldom change my clothes. This means I smell quite strongly. And, as you will observe, my skin is quite grimy and unpleasant to behold; the boils and sores are not attractive to many people.

EDNA: Fortunately I am afflicted with a rather bad head cold at the moment, so I can't really whiff you too strongly. However, I can see your skin is disgusting and your clothes are a total disgrace. Tell me, is there any particular reason why you are so careless of your hygienic duties?

DAN: Well, I see it as a vicious circle. If I were to take a bath or a shower, I would only get ***** again quite soon. And anyway, getting dressed again in my old clothes means any olfactory benefit would be negated. Again, if I were to put on some clean clothes, they would only be rendered odorous by my unwashed body. And defecation and urination tend to get your lower parts ***** two or three times a day anyway, even if you wipe thoroughly which I don't. So what's the point, unless you want to waste all your life on synchronising cleansing activities? Also, between you and me, I quite enjoy the stench of my own unclean body. And it has several benefits: I always get a row of seats to myself at the cinema and I normally have no problem with queues when I go shopping: people tend to give way to me as a mark of respect.

EDNA: And the second aspect of your dirtiness?

DAN: May I talk to you freely about ***, Mrs Sweetlove?

EDNA: Oh yes, be frank! [nods eagerly] Be frank!

DAN: Well, let's put it like this: I am not very particular when it comes to ***. I can honestly say I have never ever turned down a ****** approach of any sort. I am, of course, bisexual and when I feel like a bit of impersonal *******, I nip down to the public lavatory in the park and have some there. What I normally do is wait by the ****** and whip out my grimy, stinking **** and flash it whenever someone comes in. I don't care who it is. What does it matter? Most people run away in horror, a few attack me and shove my face down a pan, but one or two let me **** them.

EDNA: What sort of people would that be, dear?

DAN: Usually tramps, the short-sighted, people with no sense of smell, degenerates, psychos, masochists, you know. A reasonably varied selection. Buggers can't be choosers. Who cares anyway? I've been arrested by the cops a few times, but they don't like to put me in their nice clean police car, so they usually let me go with a bit of a thumping. Which I quite like anyway, although it's cost me several teeth [shows hideous maw of rotting stumps].

EDNA: And how about when you feel like a little bit of the old hetero rumpy-pumpy action, Dan, my love?

DAN: To be honest, I don't get much rumpy-pumpy, even though that's probably what I'm most famous for. Speaking candidly, not many women fancy anyone as filthy as I am, even lady tramps have to draw the line somewhere. So I tend to have to be a bit pushy when I feel like a bit of female company. What I usually do is lurk around girls' schools, ladies' gyms, ballet dancing classes, hockey grounds, netball pitches, the park where the young mums push their babies' buggies, anywhere really where you get women and girls in reasonable numbers. When I see someone I fancy, which is anything female between sixteen and the grave, I just drop my pants and show them what I've got down there. They scream a bit but I can usually get a quick one off the wrist before they've run too far. I've been arrested a few times for that too, but it's a hazard of the game of love, I feel.

EDNA: [gulps excitedly] I think you mentioned three reasons why you are known as a ***** Old Man par excellence......

DAN: Yes, well the third one is a bit more personal. You see, I have a very sensitive stomach and I often get very bad indigestion, which means I **** and burp a lot. And I frequently ***** too, as you can see from the state of my trousers - this is probably a reflection of the fact that my kitchen is crawling with rodents and insects large and small. And did I mention this last bit? I really like eating my own snot in public [voids nostrils onto grimy paw and gobbles product thereof].

EDNA: I'd like to thank you, Dan, for sharing your opinions, emotions and ambitions with me and my readers here today [switches off tape recorder]. You truly are an unusually repellent *******. Get out of my lovely house.

*[END OF INTERVIEW]

I got to get out of this ***** old town
                                     My blood's in a fever
                                     My loves in the ground
                                     My heart is on fire
                                     My brains in the pan
                       My time is an hourglass... sifting like sand

                                     And all I can do
                                     Is pace up and down
                                     Like a dog on a chain
                                    That can't get around
                                     My mind is confused
                                     My nerves are a wreck
                       You put me out like a smoked cigarette

                   You laughed in my face... made me feel like a clown
                             I got to get out of this ***** old town

                                     The girl down the street
                                     Got shot in the back
                                      Her babies are crying
                                      She's not coming back

                          Her mother weeps at a hole in the ground
                          I got to get out of this ***** old town

                                     The man on the news  
                                      Shows a kid with a gun
                                      Caught in the alley
                                      With no place to run
                            
                           Will an answer ever be found?
                            I got to get out of this ***** old town

                          I got to get out of this ***** old town
                                      My blood's in fever
                                      My loves in the ground
                                      My heart is on fire
                                      My brains in the pan
                            My time is an hourglass...sifting like sand