Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Twinkly Sounds Aggressively In Bed Distrust Your Personal Computer

Kill it kill it with fire kill it kill it with fire
Kill it kill it with fire kill it kill it with fire
Kill it kill it with fire kill it kill it with fire
Kill it kill it with fire kill it kill it with fire
Kill it kill it with fire kill it kill it with fire
Kill it kill it with fire kill it kill it with fire
Machine machine liar liar machine with fire kill it
Kill it with fire machine his head machine
Kill it with fire

Wake up tired in bed every morning for twenty or thirty years straight before you
just stop sleeping at all and become the computer

How Many Times Will This Go Around

What isn't the meaning of life if not if to mean
yourself into a less unreal dream than your currently
unrealer dream which is a fucked up scheme of
math and plans and finger paint across His sky and canvas
of your skin and bone and brain and snake fuck gut whose
teeth or fangs are hook assholes digging into who
in fuck knows what

the truest thing I've ever heard is that 'there's
too much confusion' I absurd speak twenty million lives into her
and she kills all of them with modern magic and I literally
don't know what the point is because we made a joke of Maslow or
maybe Maslow just is a joke or we got to such a point to recognize His
relativity is relevant only as far as we invent in moments of not-seeing
deeper greater bigger everythingsmy eyes and ears and my nostrils and
finger skin and my mouth clearly aren't big enough clearly not
enough and ever will be

Thursday, June 25, 2015

I Can Travel Infinite Distances In Outer Space Because I Can Think It It's Really Quite Easy

When I didn't die, I bought a penny flower for her and
wrote about a book I once wrote about,
I fell in a dream and when I tumbled I awoke and
fell out of bed and I thought dear christ that's
an odd sort of language
I'm near tears almost constantly,
I feel and feel and I suck in air like it's food and
I can't get full enough and I can't fill all of the space inside
which is most definitely bigger than outside and I want to
fuck and eat everything all of the time because
black holes are the new black

Monday, June 15, 2015

Loops

His desire to see her depends solely on which side of orgasm he's on

a man is a fairly disgusting thing

to be a man is a fairly disgusting thing

So -

Gentle peasant opiating,
his lisping universe titters limp insights and platitudes about fucking slowly and loving long and hard.
Never mind reflection, you can't DO anything with truths -
the cause of all problems is solutions, so,
sleep on everything, literally all of the time,
sleep on everything

Late Capitalism, but Probably Actually Always (Probably)

Them,
breathers, greedily breathing,
everything is hunger and eating and shitting and sleeping and
working for food to eat and shit more and appease the
holiness of Doing which is such a sad thing because
Being is so much better but says who anymore?
The knowers extincted themselves or were made away by
the success of "humans feeding themselves"
capital H capital F capital T

From Nothing

Appeal appear I didn't eat an apple
I hold a box over my face and nude speak
a moon of stories to it
I ate cold beef for the father
I hugged my mother
I ate my sister
I hugged my brother
I ate everything else then under the spell of everything and
blessed her young body in the warm light of his
enduring thoughts and put my hands together and felt myself and
felt him and touched forgetting which is a stranger's language
and the infinite source of knowing anything from the start


Sunday, April 5, 2015

Colony correspond collide correlate copulate conduit covariant combination of combatant states of inarticulate materials in a pond of penitent pleasantries. 

Pale pale face moony moon boy male martyr mantle piece pardons in sickle cells of conflict of injury of insult of asshole abolition of antic incidence inside an

irritant applied aptly through the use of canine caprice I am a cross I am a correlated concept for kink in kink in her summer dress in her closet fuck in his in my 
in sister time pleasant fuck in a book in a blue indigo diesel truck trucking down the dirt roads of earnest fuck farmers whose gap teeth are a flag for 
earnest billings I Earnest Billingsley didn’t know the difference between a passionate cornrow and an ignorant dreadlock until I deadlocked with my 
motives for fighting with my lover while she tapped aggressively on the LCD of some thin brick that wore on her like the One Ring and dug plow tracks in 
her soul and I hate it I hate it I hate the buzz like a buzzcock in sureness I come with all my fury on her tits but I still hate her phone but it’s the most honest and 
earnest and double standard hate of a weak human I could muster so no worries babe just forgive …. or ignore….

this isn’t significant. 

I’m a crazy person…