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JANUARY TWENTY FOUR TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

what to write what to say, i am here yay im gay, not today not to see not to have not to be doesnt seem to matter the universe is composed of.
sudoku, sue do coo, sew doh koo. who knows to? who has to, who passed to who gave up who gave down who gave in who lost who finished who collapsed the ecosystem were in to gimp nose hurts players run. down the field the daisy can see where the leopard was not there today, or any day for that matter. for the fact of the is is not and its hot hot hotter than a tot who got caught in his thoughts and when he ought to have to caught the last two not the class jew so he has food not the bad soot but the rad foot and the cat took the plains from the wall. they were plain and planes of pain were inside the rain when they splattered again. st the road. coca cola dont you knowa better hold on all the martyrdom from inside the gumball that came down out of the twenty five cent sticker machine all pressed flat against the mat like a rat got bat with a bat on the hat of his head he would up dead and couldnt be made to move against the wall or the plain or the same one that the cat fell out of when the world shook down upon the nobody that isnt inside of anybody anymore everybody has the had the hated hate and hates the tainted painted feilds not the plains they are insane. i am in taking debts. the buisness of wasnt the only way out and the way in wasnt the way to play the game on the field. circular repetition regurgitation in words of gracious neutered phrases typed with out eyes played without bites on the round cracker. youve got no where to go to why dont you go where everybody knows your darkest secrets why dont you go where you dont have to pretend to be riteous and you can play the game with people who dont even know your name just that place from whence you came when you came on the cane of the sugar from the gain and the loss of the hauss the cranberry blackberry redberrys not an actually berry unless you carry the weight of the world on the drop of a pindrops inside a sock in the machine that washes it clean and the machine breaks down and the world collapses outwards away from itself for it repulses its own and its gravity is so mad at me when it sees what i see and i can take out the henesy from the gentle seas and see what i see when i see what is me and when me says to he that she is a he and that he is a she and that he is not her and only just cold and alone in the lightbulb that glows bright but never at night because it glows the same against the starry skies that were there in your eyes and the drops of the vapor that hit against the blind mans throat sound like a goat and a token goat at that, that goes into the machine and drops out again when you push the coin return button but you kick it really hard so not only do you break your foot but the machine gives you a free electric shock down your spine and proclaims you are mighty lucky that you didnt fuck me and i am pretty glad that i am you dad and not your son because i could never be that bright so fight me if you can and ill make you into glam fab our ous uous o l u s o r o u s fabuglamabourous stand up and tell everybody the news that you heard from the bird that fell out of the sky o mi ho mai

JANUARY TWENTY FOUR TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

(Distractions from the shopping malls detraction from the hopping falls and rations for the empty halls) [AKA] {THE LOST ONE NUMBER TWO

Welcome to the shopping mall, the pinnacle of our civilization, the greatest monument to commerce ever erected. Housing row upon row of materialistic shrines, preaching their religion to passerbuyers in the strategically constructed street. Millions of people come and go through the gates of America's malls every day. Some browsing, some buying, some simply ambling around, but all are part of a much larger scheme, devised by mall owners to encourage consumption of their goods at the expense of the consumers. For many the mall is a place simply to "hang out" but mall owners do their best to discourage these actions. The mall is designed to appear as a social environment while functioning as an isolation g system discouraging shoppers from interacting with anyone other than the shop keepers when making a purchase. The mall, a recreation of a town center has evolved from a thoroughly social place to one completely individually centered. The mall is an isolatory environment, not only in the sense of its separation from the real world, but also in the sense of isolation from the shoppers from each other.

When a customer walks into a mall they are in a warm inviting place opening into a food court full of people or a large empty space where people can funnel in to and trickle out of the store. Immediately they feel a warm sense of community in the air, like they are part of something, but at the same time they are separated from it. The people in the food court, are engaged in conversation amongst their own separate groups, the people in the entrance are quickly rushing to their car to make it to their next errand not noticing the people around them. The newcomer is hardly noticed amongst the hustle and bustle of the buying frenzy. The mall, the modern day town center, the futuristic main street of a time now forgotten, the mutated simulacrum of the market places of ancient Greece where people would go to deal their wares and to shop till they dropped from paying top fares and they hipped and they hopped till they made it to the stairs of heaven. And those stairs led right up into the sky where on the clouds the angles died and sank into the burning fluff draining the brilliant white as the dropped and falling out in shattered bits burning bits dripping bits raining bits, the pieces of which kept on hailing down into a blue boat sailing where the rudder like no other struck a baby whales mother only mommy didn't feel it she just shook it off and healed it threw the boat up into the sky the sky up high where angels die and live and fly and shop and buy at shopping malls up in the sky where prices are so low they say that down on earth you'd jump today into a pool of molten love and merge with hate until you dove into the ground under the pool its fresh and neat and oh so cool and in the sun the waters boil leaving naught a top the soil leaving neither grass to eat or sunken waters in the street nor hide nor hair of bird or bear and lifting all into the air lifting all up to the sky up up high where angles die, where angles cry and people lie to get into the peaceful sky and soar with birds like childish fears of falling creeping burning air with mystic oars in boats of leaves that sail away into the breeze with wind behind and sun before and rabbits riding on the floor that eat the leaves that keep a float the tiny little falling boat that opens up into to breeze that tiny little boat of leaves it simply floats way up and leaves the past behind a tiny speck that bead of sweat upon your neck that fell there from behind your nose and drained your smelling like a rose but cooled your face and soiled your skin and left you hot and burnt again and stole the pieces of your soul and sold them all for bags of gold that taken up into the sky would make the angles start to fly away from greed and sins untold those lanky bags those bags of gold they stole from you and stole your soul you lying frozen in the snow with spots of pink around the ice from when the salmon tried to fight the fisherman who had the hook that he made from his last book and tore the pages from the sleeves and sent them off into the breeze and made great waves for the little ship that went out to the air to dip into the sun and feel its waves and escape from all the haze where children spent their dieing days in sand boxes with grains of dust that fell from angels pious lust way up high up in the sky where the angels eat their pie their pie of peace their piece of pie made from Satan's stale eye the only one that people know the only kind of tree that grows in the dirt from over seas the dirt was blown in on the breeze in little ships the pirate ships that fell from trees that took a sip of poisoned air and violently shook out its hair into the breeze that breeze of seas of air and particles in the breeze that send the ship out over seas along the breeze the rodents please themselves by sailing through the trees and understand their fate to land out far away in distant lands and tread on soil under foot and under tree but over root and trek out onto lands that beckon to the soul of the lost and wandering mole that flew on leaves across the sea with rabbits mice and squirrels three and three were lost out on the seas those that drowned under the breeze and got sucked in to clouds up high way up high where angels try to save the dead and gently cuddle their sweet heads and suck the life out from the bones and send the bodies back to home where children cry and from the sky the looks of terror multiply enunciate the sobbing tears that wallow around all the years that people live until they die and are sucked into the sky and once they live they than must die and so the cycle on its side keeps spinning round and down to earth where lovers fall into the dirt with holes of passion through their brains and blood is taken till its drained and the earth has had its fill and then the place can sit here still and listen to the sounds of the sky way up high where angels die.

JULY TWENTY FIVE TWO-THOUSAND FIVE

(The Begining) [AKA] {Acrylic cheetoes dance in speedos while they wait to hear the vetos overshadowed by the neato....

...super awesome feats of me though i cant see beyond the trees so i think ima go and be mo ghetto fabulous and re-al straight up gangsta on the G-lo rape the earth and plant my seeds so deep under the dirty soi-l spash some water make a tree grow up into the clouds
where the rain falls
where the birds fly
where the planes fail
where the people die
*BEAT*
die
*BEAT*
die
*BEAT*
they die in the sky
sily apes they tried to fly
heavens gates bitch smacked them down to meet their maker peter shouting give or take her head and the grounds split in four they opened the doors to hell the rebel yell cant save you now so wish upon a fairy maybe he can save you only if you carry your heart in a bag thats right said the fag and got struck by lightning from the sea possiden comes from you and me the ocean rages our bodys tear and spit fire into the abyss you thought you could miss it now your just pissed that i came first and gave the first birth and gave it to the hearth and smeared your ashes on my soul to make beautiful music i can hear it playing now i can hear it dying now the rise and fall of greatness comes early in life and is hidden in strife for all of your life so play me your fife little drummer boy youll play what i tell you so punch in your drum or ill punch you for fun because thats what i do you cant do what i do when i do what i do and do you know who can do who you did you didnt they disected you first into little sections they took their errections turned them into objects of pleasure that pleasure you cant measure till its gone like a feather and sewn back on to the back of a bird the bird can fly again so it can die again and rise from the flames of the ashes of someone elses burns and all the while it yearns to die again to live again so it can sing again and run again and escape from it all above the world the green down below looks red if your colorblind your colors mine i stole it so now you cant even see my blood it all looks green it blends in with the scene and i am one with the world for the world is mine and ill take it when i want you want it but i want you ill take you too dont wait for my verdict its negative in the first degree cant you see what you mean to me so dont be mean to me or ill be mean to you i mean it meanwhile ive been gone and returned to collect my debts but theyve all been repayed youve taken away my bonds that tied me too you i have to be true for i am the truth and i am the delitescent sooth under your flipant persiflage and when you connect the dots they spell out the word of mouth is the outlined hatred and frozen tounge that the pole tried to lick for lack of better thought and thirst of thickened tacky taughtness like the rope holding the weight of the moon anchored to the earth pulling away to escape reality in the higher places drowning in oxygen for the excess creates surpluss and cannot be regenerated through time ticking away you pay me a dime i just might rewind your mickey mouse watch so his tails on his head again instead of on his arm and you can try to unharness the powers of the mind but without questions there are no answers and with questions there is no thought no push to learn for yourself you learn from a belt with out one your pants fall down in public and your public pubic pub goes out of buisness because of sanitary complaints from the christian bookstore across the road and you hit a cross in the road and die because they wanted to tell you their mother died on that road because thats where they shot her her and her kids all three of them in a row screw in the flash cube and snap they shot her picture and put it on the wall of the church where everyone can see and pass by it everyday its so mundane they forget it because its right infront of them because they dont try to see when they close theyre eyes they try to sleep with the pillow underneath their heads they pretend that theyre deadbeats but than laugh in the face of the poor when they throw theyre checks at them in little pieces for they are rich they shout rich in love and noone has the money or the coins cleaned with a black soot covered cloth to get rid of the shine from the sun while it lasted i had fun in the sun with a tube top ripped down the middle from lifting my spirits with spirits i was a spirited fellow before i was mellow and got jaundice and turned yellow like a daffodil resting on a hill till someone gets in touch with nature and runs over it with their big nature friendly hiking boot because they cant stop and jog or theyll lose the race to get to the end but the end isnt in sight so they try and they fight and they struggle and sometimes they snuggle before making children they made them out of clay they tried to make them from dradels but they were to stiff and would break when you hit them or threw them against the floor and stomp on all the pieces until they go back into one and you can do it all over the love seat because thats what theyre for loving loving love and loving the act of love and the name of love which gives comands and halts progress into the past for once the past has stoped the present is gone and the future will never be and when you push play the sound still wont come on for a few seconds and you have those white bars of distortion over the picture that jump around and back and forth and up and up and up we go because we cant go back down not after what we found down there it was a horrible scare to stare into the face of pure goodness and confonting it only makes your heart seem blacker so you retreat into the darkness so you can glow amongst the darkness or maybe your just white and living in a black hood cuz you aint got it so good or maybe you just want to get shot up on the block so pop can sell his stock and stack his dough into the bank and stock up on live stock so you can eat and you can beat the virus that stole your life from you the poor victim who just stuck his dick in glade plugin to get rid of the smell that you create you infectuous waste full of trecherous haste and three ways to baste and roast and fry the meat that was cut from the tree of life so that death could live and grow and make the seeds that could be sewn into a quilt so we can burry our past and relive it in the future and deliver to the preacher the peaches and the nectars that we made with our own hand the other one was busy turning the pages in the book so we could keep up with the story and learn from people who never existed beyond the minds of those delusional enough to keep others in their minds and write them down and solidify them in ink bound to the page kept alive until the rage of the townspeople gets to much and they toss them into the burning vessel and set them out to sea where the giant whale swallows them before being shot by the hunter at sea and guted in the ocean so the fat and oils seeps into our sewers and back up through our pipes till it clogs our toilets and is analy digested threw our bodies and spit back out through our mouths as whatever the whale ate for breakfeast three months ago which happened to be a bowl of wheaties from the box with the famous wrestlers on it he ate the box too he was distracted by the latest creation from the creator who created creation and create-lings who could create him from cream of wheat because they couldnt afford the wheaties and they ate smarties so they could get smacked because they couldnt afford drugs either unless they sold their souls to needy who dont have souls because they dont have the words to express the feelings that are repressed and invented by the mess of the world that were in and what do you feel is not what is felt because if it were felt than it would be felt and felt is best when it is green and you mix green with blue and its still green because green is a pigment of your imagination but your pigmentation recognizes it as ochre for lack of better smell because you cant tell what color a color is unless the color doesnt exist because than you created it and it is yours to name
*BEAT*
and so you name it
*BEAT*
and than it is yours
*BEAT*
and you are its
*BEAT*
and you have become a possession of your own expression
*BEAT*
and you give yourself away to the rain and are sucked back up into the sky from which you came from so you can feel that one last gush of air as it whips by your head as you smash into the ground when gravity takes its toll right out of your pockets and you scream im broke at the bottom of your lungs because your falling face first so you can see whats coming at you and can take it like a mangled shard of the glass mirror you broke so you could see your tears fractated into lactose and spent the most on love is lost when you hit the post
*BEAT*
and with your final heart beat the blood gets redirected to your flacid phallus so you die with a smile on your face and a hand 
*BEAT*
in your pants
*BEAT*
*BEAT BEAT BEAT BEAT BEAT*
*EJACULATE*
*STOP BEATING*


ummmmmmmmmmmm i was going to post something but i kinda got carried away and now i lost it sooooooooo.....mmm yeah here have a quote...
"'What is your skincare secret?'
Boy George- 'It's happiness.'"

MAY EIGHTEEN TWO-THOUSAND-FIVE