{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