There is no Dana, only Zuul.
Swimming in numbers, I cleanse myself.
A derivative on the dariaire, a sine wave in the small of the back,
And factorials all over the face.
A math bath!
A Tarp for my brain, please.
I feel as though there will be,
a mess
A punk asked me of ruins
I’m tired
of
It’s kind of an oxymoron
HEY-YA, hey-do-la-oh-ha
HEY-YA, hey-do-la-oh-ha
[(name that tune)]
the barcode refused to remove its digits
fat black lines somehow sandwiched by skinny white slivers
the red blare beeps high & scrolls low on the barcode
“Your total is $17.87, here’s your change…”
he watched her tuck her hair into the back of her sleevelessness
she tried to slip him the tongue & he chinjected her
they walked to the snocone stand in silence thereafter
Tell your story to those involved,
Involving those that heard,
Ending that which never started,
The great architect… The Beginning.
The station one,
She will come back,
Welcome to her downfall, goodbye
She left, She will come back.
that image reminds me of…
Wonder Showzen: “NOT FUNNY!”
the light brown freckles mapped out her masochistic border between land & sea
the smell of sand reminds me of staring into the sun
The letter R looked into the mirror, and he did not like what he saw.
He found a beetle in his coffee.
He found a beetle in his coffee.
He found a beetle in his coffee.
He found a beetle in his coffee.
He found a beetle in his coffee.
He found a beetle in his coffee.
He found a beetle in his coffee.
Oh, hey!
i read your diary,
…i no longer trust you.
masochism is the opiate of the psychotic
go to the top, to the top, to the top of the muffin-top
Opiates are the opiates of heroin addicts.
Sandwiches waiting period, where only depression remains.
Would you like this pie?
It’s people pie.
It’s pie made with people.
embryonic hand clasps germs on its way out
first gasp of breath like a cold burst of unknown flowers
relenting over every pore under the fusion of newborn screams
welcome to earth, enjoy the mêlée
FORWARD > MARCH!!
this water tastes like air,
someone bring me a mountain
BACKWARD > JUNE!!
True Fact: i once knew a beautiful filipino girl who smoked heroin.
keep in mind the past-tense “knew” :Sad Fact
Frank Zappa: Never discuss philosophy or politics in a disco environment.
a nude foreign noise told me to tell you to BLLAAAMMAAAFFFFAAASSSSAAAPPPP…
then it daintily exited the cavern
Deer Cane,
We’re our ewe? Mic tolled me that ewe wood get this, sew if ewe our hear, wye our ewe key ping it from me? Weather ore knot ewe let pea pull no ewe our alive, eye am still getting tracked buy the copse. This hole ceres of events has come pleat lee torn me into.
Eye new ewe were going too bee throne from the buyer when Hairy came in too fetch the pet role four the get a weigh. It was offal. The cruise of copse came write as Hairy tried too flea the seen with the kids. The fissure was sitting on the doc when the guise were trying to hied, butt he wood knot stop taking the ryes out of them, braking they’re folk us. He was a heroine ad dicked; the hew of his complex shun was salo & he was sew small. The copse discussed the marc two throe the first punch, butt the sealing of the buyer began to cave in & flames a’ peered from the whole. Bee four he escaped, Hairy a’ parent lee trust the quire children to the would sew they all dyed, a’ sighed from a loan hoarse. After the fire dyed down & the copse found the first bawdy, the fissure was a’ rested immediately as anna comp less to Hairy. Its knot fare, Cane. The fissure was just sigh caw tick. The copse our core upped, true, butt it looked pretty awed. If eye didn’t no that he was innocent, eye wood have thought the same.
MAX
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I had a friend who got me into cocaine in high school. I still have the sniffles all day.
Fear Eat Soul
Love Drink Soul
Soul Is Food
She propped his body up in the closet, and ran off into the woods behind the house.
She thought it was funny.
A skeletal joke.
If this is all so meaningless why must it be moderated?
Three words. Porn.
Jordan H
There are no things, only feelings.