{lacking and slacking leads to heart attacking...}

nothing to say not today not a way to spend the day the day is spent it used it all up on cheap hookers and cheaper liquor that licked a dick for chicks to pick a flick of the wrist that was a slight of the hand and the land in the sand that ran to a man who sold them the plan but what was in the plan and what was in your hand when you took it away and dropped the quarter into my ear and the fish that was already in there babbled and grappled for the truth in the loot of the mind that was left behind inside of the findings of the earnings and the yearnings of the dearlings darlings farthings conicidentaly the mind reading sessions were cancled on acount of the lack of interest in the interest that was acumulated and the expenses far outweighed the profits and so they had to shut it down but before it died down they shut it off and started a trough that the pigs ate out of before we ate out of the pigs before we ate out of each other and we took a knife to our brothers and a spade to our mothers and our fathers stood by and watched in irony and the iron that glided by me when i skated on ice that was too thin to think ontop of so it broke of course and the course of the river was coarse like sand paper against my scrotum and the secular branch of the tree agreeed with me even though it disagreed with she and which is me said the bird to the bee in idiosyncrocity before the end of the flame that burned the tree to the ground laughed as it flouroushed before it gasped for breath because it had eaten it all too quickly and it had nothing more to eat so it died because the ash that had become of the ash tree was ashen and ashy and partly tragic even though the magic was taken out of the forest long before the trees revolted against humanity and the sanity of it all became understood when the hood of the car was raised up and underneath it was another hood that could not be raised up so they lifted it up and shook it round their heads like a helicopter and the bad puns that were created in fun rhymed with a ton of other shit and all of its legit said the rapper the the rhymer to the syndicated timeser who portrayed the series of events in a comical way for the everyday man who was not the man who was everyday but was in fact a man of independant thought and entity unlike everyone else who read that article and that was why he would endure and in pure heart of malice and mace the race was won one on one like the tiger with the gun who said i am strong and now i am stronger and you will fear me even more whats more more of you will die before i cry out with laughter or rage behind this cage its hard to predict the weather so wether or not you fought in the war of 84 you now know that lore is the utmost of the core of the war of the whores who hoard the chords and the ropes and the chokers that choke and the soapers that soap and the pokers that poke into the fire its my desire its my chain its my flame but the flame already died and we put it out with water that than died when all of its parts were no longer a whole but independant entities that floated off into the air to be free but were forced back into the cloud and spat back upon the earth in a little fit of rage and bullets of pure love made out of saphires were sung by giants that didnt think they were but could have been still had they built a still and the stillness of the land reflects the murmers in my heart that is made out of building blocks and play doh that plato himself requisitioned and aquisitioned and parlimentariantism regantanialism participation fairy isnt real either but she sure does make herself pretty for nothing just like all of us in our assumptions about what is wrong and what is brighter than black and blue like the ocean and the sky because both extend out into infinity and in finite space there is finding a space of our own that is unlimited in the near future but the distant future couldnt run the marathon so it took a breath and let the present pass it by and it opened it as it paused for water at the fountain that it was at and what was inside oh what a ghastly mess it was all purple and green and yellow and putrid and delicious on toast like the most of the moat dragons roast that it seasoned with far too many lima beans instead of bringing back a suitable entre that the whole world could partake in being part of instead of taking the things that arent inside of the wonder ball but i do i do i do wonder what the flavor of orange soda contains and how the artificial is the reality in which we all choose to live artificially and artichoking the meloncollie that spred herpes to third world dolphins exploited as sex trafficers without stoplights or razorblades to shave with so they were all hairy and their navels were fuzzy but when you add a drop of vodka it makes it all so much simpler and the simplest sollution we all know is the one that must contain a cat in a box with a gun aimed at it and the cat collapses into a wave until we surf it and ride it all the way back to the bahamas where our mama stood with a pocket book out ready to slap us with when we came in an hour after our bedtimes were over and we couldnt repeat our iambic pentameter so we just stood there with our jaws gapping like the holes in the bottom of the ocean that were stealing all of our water and putting it captive back into the freedom of life that was teething with rice because china came in and for the win they placed a hundred of their catuplulting mice back on strike from the hansburg district b13 and a half past the and half so what was in our creamer anyways?


SEVEN AUGUST TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

{pieces of sideways...}

inside outside doubtside poutside suicide newside knew a side knew a guy through a guy
threw a guy through a guy two and fly sewage night truest lie ernest guy what a guy what a life
doesnt fight doesnt cry what the fuck and thats the night
fall in bed hit your head wake up later now your dead
what the fuck and missed the truck but hit the pole and crushed the skull and fast and quick and lickitey split
and then he split and missed the ticket taking him back home back to rome soon its owned by his intonation's nation
lacent placent placid flacid acid smokes attacks him fights him off but comes off cross and crossed instead of cross
its red
its blue its green its all obscene its retroviral into me and so unclean that i come tween and twixt and twisted to the list of 
things that have yet to be done or undone run and sewed up fun! but what fun is there when the funnest of fun is one whos not among us
and when we run are we just dumbest of the dumb who run for fun but learn to lag behind the flag and short the stop when were on top and place our selves inside the shelves of lifes little lessons who take but are bested and glisten and glow and spark in the snow when we spring on the fall of the summer of it all and the jessups sing and the jessabells ring and the cotton is king but the king will soon fall to the synthetic pathetic imatation of the aclamation of the intuation and the inside facing of the churches casings and inside it all we always fall and curl our heads up in a ball and throw them back into the stars and watch as they run smaller cars and when we reach the outer limits the inner hem it starts to rip it runs a legging down the skirt and starts to hurt the putrid wort and turtles hurdles jump themselves and land ontop of mushroom dwellings smoke themselves and float of yelping puppies melting sewer smelling washing plates in river beds and rushing off to smell the dead  but bundling themselves up instead on top of smokey old and dead and greiving for the mountain tops we oft forget what we have lost and when we are so high above we look down on what we have loved but what we love is not imported its exported more for equal shares upon 10 dollars and dollars more then we afford but when we run our dollars out we cant but shout
help me im out
but we still import even when we are broke we grab hold of the spokes and seize the goat and travel out of our inner bounds and we make the rounds lost our founds and we find our funds and track the ones who once said they would pounce upon and the bounce we make and the council fakes is lost for words of working herds of goats who lost the way of spoke and started to float and spin in boats and toke a toke of token rope and built a ladder for hoisting bladders and inside the ladder they laid an egg to crash upon down on the head of the next man to take the ladder for a spin like a web of a spider and could create a wider hole in the ground without a pound of heat in his head for hed too be dead sooner then he planed and sooner then he could create the well for the wellbeing of his stool but the stool stood still and still it stands today when the prisoner of higher ground comes out to play.

EIGHT JULY TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

{mysteriouswordsappearfrom} [AKA] ()

Part I 

part one of par none the end in sight gets out at night and sees the feelings of healing screenings on the lawn on the green make it seen make a scene take a bite and chew and wallow open up and fill your cup ill spite you despite your fiesty spiked me signed tree ruth lee barbed wire open fire land line land mine land mine mine mine its all mine 

Part II?? 

i dont know where part one came from but presumably i put it down its my creation so it came from me and you can see its stylisticly inclined to be me so let me flee from my digression and reach this depression and suceed without stressin to be the unquestion abley undiscussion able most fastest horse in the stable literarly papal clark to your gable bettsy to your ross freedom from your floss nailed to a cross and dieing for the boss who bossed your boss who boosted bass who looted mace who stole his face from buddah enter prizing vitals stats are mine so idol idle listen to the words of child who came from your vital organ to orgasm prompted by a loud send rushin of emotion what was that dope in hit it once more friend take it on the relend lease it out again gain a gun and shoot him hit him in the cheek chin chest or chissle away at his abs of stizzle open him up and let him dribble and drabble and red man plays scrabble with 50 point words bingos his ringos and lets his wife serve dinner and volleys and balls from the spout she flops like a trout when he wont let her out and he puts it in and does it again and the in and out and out and again he shoots for the win but misses her chin her cheek her chest her face she lays in disgrace wipes shit off her taste and rinses it out with a cold shot of veal and the virgin of merges enters his uncertain tasteless diversion left out to desertion discovers immersion takes two of the worst things into her new thirsty certified mirth he creates his birth be it inside her teet left to be birthed reek of the uncertain ty that he learnt he couldnt be first he couldnt be heard he wouldnt be cursed she couldnt be worse

TWENTY FIVE MAY TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

(alexcalleddrunkmeandistartedrapping) [AKA] {stooop to the loo while you chew what you spew}

bigol game of the big on frmae and the stained glass tame is in heat of the game and c
cranberry juice that is deep in the tooth and the fairy isnt hairy because larry wasnt boost and the gerriatric scarry crow was left out to grow so old and the berry punch of terry holes is left inside of derricks hole of verry cold drinks of older buildings scold the children for the scoulding crimes the sacred rhymes the inside times the tunic grows when putrid knows of heated scones and glistened toes and fugasho and stoogad dough of pizza crowed to scare the load of shit from in the gublid hone and too much loove
nuts in the stuck with the the glue in the poo and its all gone its all gone its in my belly
all of it is stuck in shit
in my belly
smells like a telly
vision
of
me
i cant see

bumblebees bumblefuck stick it in what is up suck it hard stick it in slap that bitch on her chin
i dont know i dont know whats an apartment stick megan mckee smoke detector goes off i think theyre smokin weed or mybe gorwin seeds of neeat little beads and the creed of preedence skeet.
alex says what but what a nut of a squirel dont ya knower cuz the bitch is in the show er
and ill shower what shes made of and bitch ll take it later and shell take it now too cuz that bitach isa in da moooddddd!!!!

NINETEEN APRIL TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

{drip drop faucets off cant stop the torrents block unscrew the corkscrew who knew the torch blue?}

thoughts drop like pindrops on mountaintops of secret dreams of cloudy scenes of grass screens of mobile things of interesting pieces of information of interconnected bits of degregation of integrated bits of potato nations how can we see the things that we create when we make the oven to bake inside of the interwebs inside my head the rhizomes cry zones the fly tomes the dry gnomes who bake the bread in the oven who put the berries inside of the cran who take the leigons from other lands to take to the daycare of wet wear of jeans tears of beans rarer than juicy fruit of least juicy fruit of the most fruity juice of gay men everywhere of the things that we say inside of our heads but the things that we cannot try to taste to make the meat meet me my cousin vinny who was the whiney winnie of the pooh who knew who knew make a scene make a scene who the fuck listens to panic anyways and why am i listening to them now first person reference not allowed not aloud not a low blow to the ovaries that i dont have that i have inside my mind that i take as blind that i put inside of the blender to blend into blendy blended blendered mur red dddddddddd redrum whiterum greenrum seerum? strawberrys are grand mellons are grand grand ol mellons grand old party old grand dad makes me so sad makes these 6 little letters into a whole new language who would have thought perhaps by not seeing we can start being perhaps by not feeling we can start being perhaps by start being we can stop feeling perhpas we should all be and stop ising stop thinking and just being but start thinking and stop existing and start existing and stop this nonexistance this passive passing by of life as it lies to your eyes as it starts and stops and you keep going but not moving except through time and this time its right to lie down and to close your eyes but your eyes still lie except the minds eye that peirces thoughts that pierces peirce who praises prices of pies piled higher than the sky who puts pieces of puzzles together to hang on walls who puts paid prescriptions into placeholders so that paying placebos can penetrate deeper into this heirarchieal bleeding on the ball room floor for the attention.

TWELVE MARCH TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

(FUCKYOUTOO!!!) AKA {like to love to live a life a lie a light up in the sky}

how much love can be enough and how can love be just enough and lovers loved in love is just such that love is not its thrust and can we love and live a life and is that life a living lie and lieing lies to love and live inside the life of lovers eyes and let us let in our outer lies and let out all the things inside letting lovers love to die is leaving lots to lossing lies leave me lots of love tonight for love is all i can decide to give and only deaf advice and letting love just let us by lets look beyond the others eyes lets see the love that lovers like like letters leafs and little childs letting go is not tonight let us let us let the lies leave behind a lovely side look like looking look inside for love is loved by love tonight


TWENTY TWO FEBRUARY TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

{cheaper by the dozen reaper by the oven}

fixed light fixed flight fixed night not tonight hard rock hard cock hard box but whats inside? question mark is like a lark a bird that is just a bird but what a bird is such a bird but havent you heard the magic words that make the magic work its master and master men without a master plan to have a single thought of wonder power mystery draught. period is oh so final interesting its not that vital end the sentence complete the thought and marry words without a dot! exclamation point with line its so so useful all the time you push the buttons and up it grows like a penis between your toes but who puts penises between two toes and who keeps smelling with their nose and who contains the truth be told of nothingness and open roads. can you be drunk and feeling fine and smile as you pass the time and can you open up your throat and pour down liquids bent on floors. the apple of the minds fruitful eye is the apple that gets shot by some guy and the arrow that can only pierce your brain gets lost and muddled by a train of thought that gets lost and tracked by a weasel that isnt fat nor is it thin nor in between its lost to words a state of lean. enter into this mystics cave and ward off evil that you create, listen with your hands your heart your mind but never trust what lies before your eyes for if it lies you can always see and cast your doubts ahead of me and watch me run and trip and fall and break myself in pity stalls. ensnare me in your viscious web wrap me up and pull my thread and unravel all the secrets i begat or simply ask me where im at and i will tell you without fail slightly faster than the pace of a snail, the only things that i will never say and i open my eyes and again it is day!

TWENTY ONE FEBRUARY TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

{ naughtie nightie neighbors nicely}

cant sleep t he clowns will get me cant sleep the clowns will get me cant eat the crowns will slit me cant dream the browns will deep me deep down im now the city outside is oh so pretty inside its awfully shity but in my mind i free the itty bitty kitties that knit the mittens for satans satin sadist sit in hopeful full bows show the glitzy rhindstones inside out for titties boobage on the landfilled quilting bee of honey landed in me cant explain the outer limits but what does it all mean im timid boy who lives in house that lives me anger softens blows like fencing keeps out wolves but keeps in bessy belle of jello hows she fitting into dresses made for missy cant contain the mess were making cooking pans of lantern dressings dressed in fitted well fit menchies munching on the mutton me see mr meager my hes heavy full of stuffing skipping stones in two piece fashion fix the car how fast were driving open road and now were flying open air were all sky diving diving fast we swim to heaven kicked us out of mamas kitchen raid the oven fast were frying open door were all pan diving open mouth were sucubiing steal the water out of the iron iron the rod and ram the nightly chores of laborous sleep depriving open minds were empty hearted open hearts were all quick dieing open mouth were audiblieing buy the engine number nine nein est mein hast choose your side of either mashed or frenchly fried set the settings set by guys in clean white coats who must comply to use the gagets hatchet style and enter peoples sanctuaray and splash the alter with cranberries post an entry into carry return the pigeons flight of nary cant a woman find a scary man who wont be scared of cherries chocolate covered placed by jerry clementines in danger there he takes advantage of her weary will to be inside his ferry boats the river dot the square he climbs aboard and sets the square t off into the mapped out green seas takes the helm and ale fourteen children fed on naught but sea tea harbor fested feasts of seaweed left behind to see the great seas making sense so now i cease thee...

TWENTY FEBRUARY TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

{Heart attacks crack the knacks of knicker boxers snackin shacks}

your eyes tell the story of the way that my mouth moves about you when i see what you say about what you felt when you smelt the iron will of my being and i took it into me and you made me scream and i wrote about it and you made me cry so that next time it happens well fuck till we die and well diet on soda and crackers and clams and big busted women who eat juicy yams and munchkins for dinner well all dine on ham and jews are the winners and win them some ham!
cant really talk my room has its sleep my fingers they scream when they say what i mean i mean what i say when i know what i mean and all other times my mean man is just me


FEBRUARY TWELVE TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT

(An ofFering to my new reader in the present from the past before her present's presented when the future is now was the past the moment has) [AKA] {}

vallentines day pay to play yesterday not today remember me by saying hey horses porous sing songs for us ask my name but say it with shame sonar so far guitar go to mars cant stop wont stop rockafella whoops excuse me to hell with it the girls the girls they love me dont stop plaing with my heart if you stop but better yet dont you ever start but if you start start a star because i love you this is cruel who do you like who do you think might become one of us one of thus won our trust lost our bust our best chest wet the rest with white wash blue tarps heart start cant wait tell me a story story time is the best of times silent time is the better of times times when we cant stop thinking and cant stop hearing but when we hear we dont think and when we seer we dont pink we brown we black we orange purple mage in a maze of mace makes me mate with my mates dictate what i didnt say because you already knew i forgot it in the mist so dont get pissed about the cist. cant you change the chain so that the reins that reign can rain upon the masses of the classes of the lower upper middle class came so fast we didnt even make a new name for it we can just add on more addjectives objectively of course and in good taste for the race horse that never came into the finish line because he jumped over the side and made a mad dash for the red rash ontop of the old mans head squished his face and now hes dead and put his hoof inside his brain and now his foot thinks its got game but the game got you and the heat fought too and the hot headed horse whos hoof had happened to the head of the howitzer prize winner was a weiner for the winger that rang the rings off of the faces of people who had holes in the moon and the pie that i took a slice of ate itself a new hole and the hole that got eaten became a new life in and upon itself and it rose above the water and the water rose above the bath and the bath took itself out with the baby and pushed it down the carton of milk into a milky white misty might from the lungs of a smoker who smoked nothing but smoked sausages because the hickory went hickadee and hickey me from behind to get a surprise prise when you apraise the right house on the market but when you go pick me up some eggs and some milk because the baby took it and dont forget the celery and youd better not pick up any more beer we dont want any of that here because its really gross text message next mess is sex head please not for you anymore im not drunk enough to fuck me there tease my hair rip my hurt and sunk my boat in the ocean of blue and green and pink and pee but what really lies at the bottom of the trench a hose a wrench? can you concieve of what is three and is there freedom free from me and can i take you down below and strike you with a ho that i picked up on the corner of the store that was a dollar for a holler at me and ill break ya neck boy cuz im not that kind of a girl im a good christian woman and i win men by sin gin or pins in a doll while i scream out yall and throw down the hall but coat the hall in plastic wrap and take out the trash and lkajdsf;lkasjdlaksjd asdf round and round and round surround sound my head is spining my heart is winning my bodys losing my mind is crumbling eat the cookie square and squishy want a new one? lets have no fun lest my back is bared from new cum on some gum chum thumb gun come fun cant ant sand planned the war who wins the war but who kills the most of them all are dead because they got stommped in the head by our killer horse army who we trained to kill the old men who take control of our young men who are they but bitter lemonade whose color cannot be colorized or polorized or penetrated by a straw our an ice cube even though we are trying to keep down the temperature of the war room THERE IS NO FIGHTING IN HERE! but there is fighting in her and fighting in him but where am i on that scale of twins? where do i fall up can i have a dollup can i become yalls fuck can i enter tall bucks can i end the malls cusp and can i be tweened to trill trucks and put big wheels on a big truck with a small driver and a wet diver who dove into the beach to get some seashells but broke the one thing that he treasured most and took out his air tank and ended up drowning with a lung full of sand and the other one full of hopes and dreams that he took with him out of this small world that he calls his own and he couldnt see beyond the edge of the ocean so he knew that it didnt exist and because it didnt come to him he went to it and he run with one lung stuck behind in the past and one foot in the future and when the space time continuum expanded he was ripped into three peices and the one lunged one footed diver dove back into the sky and flew into history as the only man who was everywhere and nowhere at the same time because time was all of him and all of him was in a new time but the pictures he took with him from the camera that had not been invented was out of film and became a bomb of bongs that banged on drums and changed their tunes to the march of a different drummer but the hummer ran them over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over oaodifjao;kjvm;laiu efj;ao9ulkfjierlakcjoie;lka ckuoe alkd.ci ,eocualkdj ic kkodoelakie pkeidk cilekl ,amiclk ,leic lke,jcjielk oispflso;epbecause we cant read IF THERE AREENT ANY DLEETTTERS;LAKJR;KLZDSF;LAKDSSSSSFAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I CANT CONTINUE I CANT GIVE INTO YOU OR ME OR WHAT YOUVE PLACED UPON THE TABLE OR INSIDE THE OVEN AND I CANT GET OVER WHAT YOU GAVE ME OR WHAT YOUVE DONE TO MY MAT OR MY CAT YOU BROKE MY HAT WHEN YOU PUT THE CAT IN THE HAT WHAT BOUT THAT TELL ME THAT YOU THINK OF THAT MY CAT IS FAT ITS OH SO FAT ITS ENLARGENED BAT OF FAT THAT IT EATS OUT OF FOR SUPPPER IS SUPPLE AND SUBSTANTIAL AND SUPERIMPOSED ON OUR RETINAS AS A RESONATING VIBRATING RUBBING SCRUBBING THROBING MEMBER OF THE HRC WHO DID WHAT THEY COULD TO DO WHAT WE CANT SO WE CAN DO WHAT WE DO WHEN WE DO WHO WE SCREW BUT THE WRAPPING OF THE PAPER AIRPLANES WAS THE CAPTAIN OF THE CASCADING CREATINGS AND WE CANT COME CLOSE TO WHAT WE WERE BEFORE AND THE PINK PONY WISHES YOU A HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUT THE DAY OF YOUR BIRTH WAS THE ONE DAY THAT YOU WERENT ALIVE BUT YOU CAME INTO THIS WORLD AND YOU SAW THE LIGHT AND YOU COULDNT UNDERSTAND THOUGHT AND YOU PRECIEVED WHAT WAS WAS AND WHAT IS WASNT AND WHAT WILL BE CANT BECOME UNLESS YOU MAKE IT AND WHEN YOU MAKE IT THEY TAKE IT BECAUSE THEY CANNOT MAKE AND THEY CANNOT CREATE AND THE CANNIBIS WAS CANNED AS THIS BUT THEY STILL SMOKE IT AND CLAIM THAT THEY DO NOT KNOW WHAT IT IS AND THAT THEYT KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IT DOES AND EXACTLY WHAT CAN BECOME OF IT BUT THEY CANNOT BECOME ITS THICKNES AND THEAN WELKSLKEJRI KEISLEKEI LKISLKEI KDILKIK LIKILKEI LILKFIEKIFKIKLIKILKIKLIKLIHKLJILK;P,LA;LKAJE I WANT TO MAKE WRODS THAT ARE HREAD BUT I ACNT CREAT E THE CRATES THAT THE CREATENS WOULD AND COULDNT COME TO TERMS WITH THEH BURNS THAT THEMSELVES WERE GIVEN FOR THE SAKE OF SAKE AND THEY DRANK TO THE GRAPES THAT GAVE THEM THE GRATES AND THE MAKES OF MODELS AND SADDLES THAT PADDLED THROUGH THE RIVER GRANDE AND TOOK BEYOND A LIFE TO SEE THIS MUCH PLITHE AND WHEN IT ALL COMES DOWN TO IT LIFES THE PITS BUT THE AQUISITION OF THE PEACH WAS OH SO SWEET AND THE MOTION THAT WAS CONSUMED WHEN WE CONFUSED THE INTUNE OF THE NEW MOON UPON THE NEW LIGHT BUT THE SUN DIED OUT WHEN THE MOON CRASHED INTO VENUS AND THE LOVERS WERE NO LONGER IN LOVE BUT ENTANGLED AND INDISTINGUISHIBLE AND TWO BODIES WERE ONE AND THEY THOUGHT THEY HAD FUN BUT THE WITCHES RAVE GAVE THEM EVERYTHING THEY NEEDED TO BECOME A GREAT CARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRASH!
AND BOOM
JUST LIKE THAT
THE WORLD WAS OVER
AND THE SUN COULD OPEN ITS EYES
AND SEE WHAT IT CREATED
AND ITS SON COULD COME OUT TO PLAY
BECAUSE THE BULLY OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD WAS FINALLY OUT FOR GOOD
AND THE CHILDREN COULD PLAY SAFE AND SOUND
AND SO THEY DID
and it all came true.

FEBRUARY NINE TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT