Definition

I want what Jesus wants. Millions of Vaginas piled around my neck, shriveling and stinking. omygod, i am so tearfully disgusting, so sad and ambivalent. I am what I hate. I love the tiny justice inside of atoms. I am a gas. I infiltrate the verses. There is no universe. I am the spaces. The places are burning memories. The people have no genitals. There is no future. There are no babies. We are the last species left. We only have water left to drink. We cannot wash ourselves. We do not make any new things. We reuse everything. We look at photographs of children who never existed. We cry hourly. We cannot be distracted. We all have skinfections. We all have rotting teeth. Our best buildings are neglected and deteriorating. I am a downer. I have no hope. Or sam says there is always hope. Why am I sad? I have not been outside today.

I have no direction and too many obsessions and not enough occupations and i am too afraid of nothing and everything.

What is my vice. Meaninglessness. I dismiss every good idea. I used to think 'Nothing is possible until it happens.' That does not make any sense. Everything is possible. Sometimes I mourn my imagination.

I looked up the definition of shiftless and I definitely am shiftless.

I am too lazy to read Thomas Pynchon's article on Sloth.

That is definitive. I love America. I am America. I am the world. I am everything. I am selfish.

I am desire. I am insatiable. I am understanding. I am unknowable. I am God. God is everything. God is love. What is a word? What is a letter or a thought? What are sight, hearing, touch, smell and taste? What is a comma? What is a question mark?

What is what. Huge beef! Love country monkey, alphabet souffle!

Dangerous penis! Ah luhv puhhnuhhss!

Ponce. Groovy lion mangler. Plllllllllllease flee my lights under a banana peel eye mask, daddy possum willow.

Greep. 'G-R' words are my favourite. I love my name. You have a stupid cunt. Mi coin is blister, my eyes drip taco flavored fluid.

Everything is a blissful night time dream land open the day look a live perfect human courtney pnats, jesus grow a pomegranate tere plant a seed in my womban go fly believe in life puffy clouds summer fun god sells freedom for everlasting untiring devotion sun tan magma quake shiny beard fluorescent campfire guns that shoot flowers and rainbows wounds bleed ice cream steam hits the dirt and we clean our new faces seems like death is never real combust the critical implement side salad tossed cheesed and ready for eatin'...............................................