Coyotes Steal Sadness

Death brings you kisses dick.

Brain dead midget African albino.

There's no need for a suicide, ma'am. I'll kill you after I die.

There's no point in feeling anything. But I have to anyway since God is a damn dick.

Since I have no goddamned dick and just a sweet godblessed dick that tastes of fresh honeydipped strawberries, huh, Olivia Wilde, playing a stripper slash hooker, now I will take those 600 hundred blowjobs, prefferably before Monday, because I have an appointment in the Portal 2 universe for exclusive toilet contracts. Everyone poops, Olivia. You more than anybody. I do have a fetish for your feces, now let me mop up my penis and visit Microsoft Paint for a Rom Com and a little bubbly after wiping the grin off my mom's tears.

Carnival. Is that a place where people eat meat? I don't think anyone has a face that is not made of meat.

The trick is to not be asleep when you're awake.

One must train one's eyes to look at things as they are and notice everything.

That makes me sick. I can feel the bile creeping up into the back of my throat. I can almost gargle it. It feels chunky. Cheesy. It's hot, acidic.

Now try to grab clouds. Even when you can't see 'em, know they're there. Nowhere on Earth is the same as anywhere else on Earth.

You don't need hair. Everyone looks different at different times of day and night. Early morning is when God wipes his eyes and cracks his knuckles.

Rain comes down in various forms, in various eons, on various planets, in various universes. Sometimes, rain rains on humans. But only on Earth. Sometimes humans are under a roof when rain comes down. Sometimes feet get wet. Sometimes feet never get dry.

McBurger Salad, tomatoes and croutons.

I want to be a bad person right now. I don't want to remember what I will do, when later I feel different and want to be a good person and don't want to be discouraged by my memories of being a bad person and wanting to be a bad person.

I have to consider my future self. It comes down to going to sleep or looking at sex online.

I wish I were considerate and good my whole life. I wish I had a whole life. I want to be a baker. Or a baker's wife. I'd like my wife to be my neighbor.

Necklace made of semen. All his teeth are hollow and filled with rotten tree roots. I'ma very bady writer. Point into the white page.

Open windows are death traps. There is nothing worse than me and the internet. I am really very dead. I am like a post civil war ghost veteran with no balls and no heart and no brain and no eyes and no nose ... (just holes) and no mouth and no throat and no organs. I am very dry. I am hung up like a

poster... maybe a mountain. Maybe one cloud. Maybe a few tall trees. They have needs and cones. Home is the only love I need. Safe, beans, inside.

All at home now. I am an emotional hot potato. We're all kids. Failures are home, domes make fire. Coyotes steal sadness.

ChrumDay

Wet Asphalt Kills Careless Children

I'm a force field for your power wheels.

I feel death coming like suparstar inflation.

Pow Pow Powerwheels, Robots in DaSkies.

Brain Fudge Lighning Bugs in OutarSpace.

I forgot to forget I had forgotten.

I speak of Laura Silverman's modest bosom in my electric cherry syrup body hair remover chair.

What to do about the baby with no shoes.

Soak up the suds of bandwidth wavelength.

Silver Surfer Anal Bleaching Tokyo Rhythm Parolee Alphabetos in slinky parameters.

Bass Experiments with Robin Williams in a Suburban Timber Forest

Ask Later on Tuesday

                 I breathe wide open. My lungs are air vents. My rib cage is a busted open birdcage in the old lion's cage in the abandoned zoo in this once great city and now greatest city in this okay galaxy. Marion berries bleed in your cheeks. On the surface, butter slips like fake pancake flipping drips. Juice as high as a moon. Ask Marion, watch out for a better blue azure tiny beautiful eggs roll out of brown red and gold hens, free to roam around the house, although no one gets inside. Listless Abercrombie toaster waffles walk through a mall in dead winter as the atmosphere closes in on the helpless planet.
                  Hooray, hurrah, lights up his face, he's four years old today! Sprinkly twinkly heroic Bombay. Ask me about me later, I work, toadstools and Walmart, Ask me later, Where I am going, It is all forgotten, thus forgiven by default. Two sleds beg for more snow to cover their AstroTurf. Nothing in your stomach changes something in your brain.
                  About an hour later suits tangle glue feet smosh Elven silver puppies try to be noble and breed silky wormy desk monkeys look at scribble window plates and fires free pork taste tickle bugs run out forward grounded fault burst with opiate opaque shimmer flower tremble trample crumble demolish sinewy baked glazed frost porcupine fingertip auburn Felicia fuschia bramble grey dry dust pop cycle eucalyptus brazier frowned static Beluga scientist veiny soccer pattern on a paternal weakness slow tumor want a new brother bulbous face wishy washy Eskimow target lawn favor turn every other black colour seen and not understood violent questions purge through a vacuum straw and wait about a few million more hours to Ask.

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!
\
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.

Kerminni Blew Ferrow

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

Memoir One

Before I was at school all day, my mom took me to a neighbor's house. A woman who lived there looked after a group a children while their parents were at work. I made my first best friend there. I had my first crush. I talked about strange things with other children. I went to petting zoos. I tasted my first green apple there. I fell out of a hammock and bumped my head on a stump. I swung on swings that were too small with an older boy. I learned about black widows and saw one. The red hourglass on its belly was trrrrrrrrrrrrrannns heat. I liked her face. Her name was talyor her hare was blond. I new a younger boy named chnadler, i tot him how to blow his lips like a chainsaw. I wanted to kissssss her.
Some times kids us threw rocks. walking and disobeying was fun, to argue with adult to know we were knwong more then they knew.

a little plastic house. Playtime, tag chase, leaves everywhere big trees big yard, porch swing, toy room. secret maliciousness. good granola bars.
SHe is dead now, i heard.
ive seen her husband driveing
He likes jesus. he probably thinks his wife is in heaven and hell see again soon.
fish tank, there were fighting fish maybe, my friend later had one at least, his house was cool. I touched a boob the first time, teenage girl at a fire on the side of the yard. Then once more i jumped for her chest playing hide and seek and hit my shin on the bed on a truck.
Jacon

3D

Oh me. I've taken me out. Do look at these legs. O my gosh. Mine is a bent image. My figure is out sketched. Longly living, dog-headed pigs can fight their tally men. Over moon over, cats licking fingers on faces. Eeking protruding side of my fingernail. Necklaces hurt. Fried eggs boil in my tummy. Nickage fabulous art cheese foreskin bully homo shaved Nicklace, presbyterian oaker label Facsimile machine.

Oh mother, time ain't right. The time of night to clip off sections of grown myself. Figure out my math questions. Time is now. On motherly loving, suitcases of toddler piss open and spill like horses down shiny floors and their guts spike foremen with foreceps on singular shingle applesause snack desk maker fellow.

Hello, biddy. A fine brain you have cooked out. Nice world behind the shades of insistance, buckeroo. Taco beatle, my malign tongue stowe Tacoma, when why locate. Practicer practical, MOMA, flick it. Shimmy ocular peeper, Nipple Ouch AMOA sackrace temple bob tap dangle power throb. Actual tie freezer zits impress knowledge. Sacksual to mean moderate too tuneup. In tomes, lying forceful bunks, laptop ear wipe

Secondary near bonding, a life full option. This faded little more

When Then Was Then

Go to Germany to learn how youtube works,,, it doesn’t work

The internet is small.

im small.

Go to bed sleeping in still

Sill steeping all ways in the friend horn.

All ways sleeping still in the frend hornsch

Always still in the fweeping still horn

We feel wee fweep in sweeping still always horn

When fwend was still sleeping in the winder still was always sleeping he window swill

When wind was, he was a sleepin, aye was dee, and the was dreen in always sleeping

Was when was when

Then was then was

Wasn’t away, when then was never then

Go away when then was never sleeping, when was when, I was wever sweeping

Then I was when, then then was then, I was away never sleeping, then was away,

we was going away always sleeping

Languidge

I slip the word onto my foot. The word lies taut under my back. I don’t anger run run run run run pumple pumple pumpel rangel. I need like the saw, a weed whacker, a hedge trimmer? That’s it! Hedge TRIMMER! And it sparkles in the sky over adoring eyes :: Bits of the structures of letters drift away toward the window. We had them, but we had no need to keep them. We disassembled them, and they migrate languidly to find new homes, for they are the essence of structures and have no need to settle but do so as they are needed by ones such as us. The black marks clump and stack, building recognizable order. We can clump and stack to make messages on the window, or we can drizzle wet sand from our fingertips to form crooked, fragile monuments to idolize our idleness :: Thin trumpets proudly show off their kindergartener’s back surgery finger paint… Over lazy hills more morbid pigs slide landscape luge lessons into our dreaming screen face. Impressive was the counter suit. And it all tumbled out, fractions and hypotheses, unfinished experiments, and a Finnish carp lode instructor. Poring water over it may help. Bleeding reflexes own our afternoon awning. Independent nose lender peeping through holes of our conscience, leading us into barking alleys where brown justice reeks sup to the sky… and squeaks… crushed by thousands of tons of what(ever) matters as Earth swallows, implodes, caves in, envelopes and eats ourselves. Tasty wish to seem like I ever always want to seem and remember how I want.