Friday, January 1, 2016

New Year, Old Abstract Expressionism

I live in the sub /ubi/ burbs with my mom.

I'm going to work tomorrow morning but I don't have a job.

Take your mother by the hand.

Please express my exprresssionn.

Take a portrait of Van Go.

Painted by a San Diego Devil's Fan.


I am an angry All-i-Gaytore and I have spies for eyes

I don't wanta see ya later. I wanna see your thighs



How's your Silly Happy Home

I can peel off the layers?

I made myself a cat.

I sold a Barbe Queued Po' -Ta-toe.


Look at that quiet ground.

The Florr Today Is Extra Wet.

Just Just give me all your honey

I got a wallet and a wad.

I grabbed all your package.

I hope you can be saved.

I will wait for you to be released from Prison.

I saw your Name on the tha TV.

I just asked your Dying mother.

Is there anywhere good around here to buy some coleslaw.

Kiss me I am the Irish Chef. I came to come in please. I argued with the TV. I had a food fight in my brain. I enlraged my enlarged Liver/


.... Something broke, Did you hear what I just said. I wrote it all on the Website.

It has 40 minutes to present Its charity to the president of the good old you essay













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