Mom, he doesn't belong.

Mom, he doesn't belong.

I don't want to die. I keep dying. It's the same every day!

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Why is he still carrying you through the threshold?

Is our belonging just a fading ruse?

aaaaa... Listen to me, Son... I should know what I mean...

Terry was awake the whole time.

My sycophant intent is suppressed by the heavy light of truth.

Mom, the doors are too sparse.

I don't want to tell you. You should know. My face, face turns redder... and redder.

A red-skin man looks toward a cycloptic future, and I see the brown past in the backyard where the hairy balloon hangs from the tree that doesn't exist.

Subtle fortunes mistake our good looks for wages deterred by uninformed loungers.

Mom, we can leave. Everything is so far, anyway. So far, we have not needed any information to freshen up our cloudy afternoon drives through ashy sodden lost woodlands cut by black/grey highways.

Let's go. Make it like 5:30. I'm a game. Sorry does not cut anything. We forgive and forget and forget faster than human population growth. Sorry to be a down stroke. One only rises from the down beat.

Suffering. Less fade. Dust layers reach from floor to ceiling. Abandon me, personalized identity option.

That's dumb, honey. Why don't we say this was the first try and go to the real one, when we feel like we're ready?

We feel like we're really ready.

Between My Lips (Folk Blues)

Leave everyone in their places, so no one will get mad
Look everyone in their faces, to see if they are sad

Wagonwheel, wagonwheel, mind you don't fall off the wagon wheel
We're all right, or be all right we will
Lest we fall off of the wagonwheel

Going out the back door like a silly dog
My mom's at school and I'm at home

Licking you completely with the thing between my lips
Nothing comes between us, 'cept the come that we come with

Talking dirty while my boots hang up to dry
Listening to nothing as the breezy day blows by........

all-eee-eee... all-eee-oooo... eeee-oooo... all-eee-eee, all-eee-ooo...

Simple Stupid Humor

Safe Solutions to Unsolvable Problems

Hot Fetal Bologna

Messy Condom Exchange

If you are hungry, go to the bathroom.

If you are sleepy, consume some food (maybe a pound of sugar and a gallon of espresso?)

If your bowels and bladder are full, go to bed...

The Feelings I Have Feelings

Nothing's real
when you feel
like a dangerous oven
with no legs
arms wrap tightly
around a bushel
of hummus and togas

Jeans cost $49
except when your
crotch leaks
a whitish fluid
on the 2nd floor
of a 12 acre mall
there is a heaven-like
atmosphere of sales
and bargain bins

Hair brushes pass over
the no-fly landfills
eat the teeth of combs
compact colon makes
an arduous helicopter rescue
skies are grayish-blue
when ships displace
the locks are heavy
been nosy like
an alphalpha hampster

Tofu drumsticks for
the girl with my name
all over her face

I have to shit. Shit SHit SHOIT!
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Listen to Nervana, Hate society

Bag of shit. Herd you like PUSSY!

I pound sausage. Plausage. Plausible.

Haver dasher. Habby Sham.

Highest Rock

the tide leaves the tortoise on the highest rock.

dear life, where do you go?

the sun sets fast, the light turns itself black.

the winds of the cosmos blow star dust

through their egg-shaped orbits, and again.

some get closer to each other,

some of us get farther and farther away.

Spines of infinity pound ceaseless dreams

toward the center of the center of love.

on a cliff, far from the red, raging womb,

the coyote sings to the full, risen moon,

songs sung for the purpose of singing songs.

That's Right, Even Though I Can't Answer You

Trashcan, you smell like bad Christmas. I cut the fingernail on my little toe in you.

The Shudderesses

may be beings in their own eternal light and damnation.
Collated by massive super novelty innerventors,
suspect of inane religions, grabbed by nacho infused
bully guarded facially braided unpopulars.
Crying like night found pigeons swelled up on sills
of darker whites than previously imaginable.
Little girls, proper girls. Soul-boned, drench-wiped
aftershocks of two five-high towers of wires
for telephonic calls to her, dice, and jumps just.
Noxious and not just for folding her brain,
but light spewing from her nimbly intimate incisors.
Backwards sheepishly fidgeting, Blake Lively,
an outer call girl with fake plastic Rhombus
Factoids skips living and fakes laughing
to surmise sunrise particle beams
at last, while silhouetting her own reflection
on sidewalks near her lullaby's grown satisfaction.
Crumpled skin sacks, au pair on sedate schedule
of Reader's Digest, noggin legumes, pasta regiment
not outlasting, none outstanding, a time for ages
to be pressed again, foreign dialogue tongueless
top beating mouth senses, overarching web patterns
of mistaking no sense less. Tomboys, tomcats,
Razor race whores scooter, scooting cooch,
Waver never being blind, bloody bling,
a rubbing of her.
Nosferatu sucks. Nerf in tune, whistling football.
The burial of the light switch joke.
Forward acrophile safer journey
a lawful contribution.



( dedicated to May Swenson and all who feel or shudder

Removal

Put a grave in heiro. I am gravely looking forward to it. I remove myself from everything. Empty child holds me. I gladly speak for it intestinally, a cat on my lap. Mr. CoffeeLips, Yes. I cannot remove myself from myself. Somethings remove me from myself. Disc Golf and dreams while asleep. Sigur Ros in the video screen. Aisles at Target. Speakers on medium. I hunger for a while.

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Kerminni Blew ferrow, my asthma toodles min neck Jump Ouphe

Shock, Bla bock Somer gum ppherrow Grum sikki tim Durum Deick

Deemp Hurrieshk

Sex and Franzia

(Let us see how sorry we can make them.)

She texted me and asked me to come over for a box of wine. I did not hesitate to reply,
"Hell yeah. Keep your panties on."
I splashed cologne on me. I sped away in the night and in minutes I was at her door. Thrice I rapped with a knuckle. One beat, two beats... three... I lifted my hand again and breathed in, when just then the door swung open and I froze. Time slowed. I saw her red fingernails, her slender white hands, the hairs on her arms, and her soft, pale blue dress with flowery prints, concealing her young, fertile, voluptuous body. Her cropped mahogany hair hugged her luminous, angelic face, her sand-dune cheeks, bunny rabbit nose, poison-berry lips and deep ocean-sky eyes.
"Hello," she quandaried. My heart stopped, and she stole my breath. I nearly gasped and shed a tear in awe of her.
"Do come in, lonely traveler." My body acted independently of my wonder-struck brain. We slid liquidly into her kitchen, where she poured glass after glass of Franzia for us, and we guzzled it until we collapsed unconscious to the floor, our four feet nestled like a liter of puppies.
At mid-morning I regained consciousness. My face was sewn to the tile floor in a puddle of drool. I was alone except for the sounds of the birds and the sunshine. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I heard a toilet flush, and moments later she walked into the room. She looked almost exactly as she had the night before except for a little muss in her hair and some sleep in her eyes.
She yawned real wide and loud and scratched her belly. She made fair-trade coffee and organic toast. I learned my head against her warm, firm thigh, and she stroked my ear and hummed a tune as tears poured out of my face. I became erect in microseconds. She laid on the floor and rested her head on my lap. I pet her hair and smelled her feminine essence. I saw down her dress a little, and I could see on the surface that her nipples were pointed.
"Hsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss," she sighed through her teeth, perfect teeth, lovely teeth...
"Morning makes me horny, man."
"Me freakin' too," I gobbled. We took a quick nap, my head backed up against a wood cabinet. I awoke suddenly, my erection still in full force. She perked up just after me, stretched her arms to her sides, balled her fists, arched her back, wobbled her head, scanned my body, and said,
"I'll go get the petroleum jelly."
The sun hit my eyes hard as she skipped out the room.
We had to hurry and get ready to take her nephew to court in an hour.
That was May 12, 2049, and I've forgotten it many times.

THE END

Selfly Friend

I have a sexy friend. How do I. I am in love with Someone Else Or. I wanted to tell her I feel nothing for her or she doesn't matter to me. I have a textbook to read, but I only want to look at pictures of her on facebook.com. She looks like a movie star to me. I want to be in a movie with her. I have longings and passions and emotions that seem uncontrollable. They cause distress in me. I want to change something about my live and my living. I want to be with her at Spider House, at grocery stores, on the streets, at her home, at her parent's, and at shows and meeting new people and trying new things at new places. I want to throw clocks away and judge time based on her presence. I want us to reveal our deepest desires and help each other achieve everything we want to. I want to help clean oil spills and petition to only use clean energy that doesn't hurt nature with her. I want to live on a wide open plain of rolling grasses in a tiny wooden shack with clothes lines attached to it and it's windy and sunny and her hair blows around and she smiles and laughs and runs and we keep animals and go on trips closely and far away and we have families and friends we see them and hug them and tell them what we do and what we will do and what we love about them and each other and we listen and listen and we hear almost everything and we mimic and cry and dance and fornicate and multiply and blossom. We make our minds up and we lay dawn, and we spring up our sheets are draped and we make a difference and we matter most to each other and we help each other become who we are meant to be. We are fairytales and we live in cities. We drink allowance and water.

Fuckher. I peel my sweaty ass clothes right off. I danced four hours at a club place. I lost every identity I had. I heard people's clothes and saw the empties inside them. Skin seemed to disappear. Light seemed too weak to fight the dark parts of the night there. Movements erased the visuals and air was smudged. It was a nightmare painting. I hurried home where I opened my laptop and typed and four page story about a horse racing against the sunrise in a land where eyeballs were the only source of life. Tightropes were strung between the villages in the mountains. Everyone had poles. Most people were upside down and had constant diarrhea. Toes were seen as evil.

I drank four glasses of liquid and light lemonade, then I listened to the song and cried four hours when I rather would be asleep. In the morning I saw the mail come through the blind windows. I noticed I was male too.

Homo Squirrel-iens

Target in the front of a locked-on squirrel

I had a little bakery in my nuts

Over lying Truth of My matter

I hate homo sapiens My belchy stomach

sings myself Overlapping Hetero

Fantasies I grab the stick the

bleeding rhythmic stick my

pulse is an organ my bloody drum

Stuck on my fourth finger I have

loose noodles in my head-shaped

block of hearty ice it's inside

my looney toon career I am face to

life a sack a Poor Tom my

rump my suckling ducking forward

I piss out of my locked door, My

friend is a psycho I learned him

to lock all alfredo Peering in my

Latin Frigid Specimen I eat your

earaches. Here is this totally Unholy

Busty Waitress. Feel my Time!?

Sacks of balls, No one sees a bladder

a sickly beefy Nectar Dry as a Bitch

Flutter in her nose My dick fleece

Biting horse ecstacy Homeo

Plath Blend of extra needless

underdone saucy Blimey carcass

Fleabag Don't Suck Millie

Wonder, An open Artificial

kindle fire I wonder what

mother had for dinster, my

what a brother you have

been You're only lonely then

having lost teeth You're a

child I wonder where big

pig skins say I will kick

you out on your firey ass

you solemn opus you whiney

crat sack of Prime Dildoes

I'm intimidated I'm articulate

Finally Finally gushing My

Wunder Bra Sexual Preversion

Ono Homosapien You pissed

my future I wonder how loudly

a cry from the back court

the pantry the yard of the

Neighbor a specific friendly

gesture, Now waiting, I am

myself doing something, Now an

alcoholic, Pissing a future, Underdone Reread