If you can remember what it was like to be an organ in a wurl without bone around you;
If you can imagine your own medium, what you breathe so to speak, doubling as armor;
If you could see in every direction only by manipulating basically the optic nerve alone;
You would begin to resemble our homegrrl, Amygdala Jones.
You might feel bottom-heavy, like you want to scream, "Don't pick me up!" when he greets you at the airport, knowing yud break. And it's hard to move 2 pair of lobster claws across a polished marble floor with so much weight. Some would call you paranoid. But you're misunderstood.
When yor skin is soft as a toad, the body a shapeshifting load, and your interface, peeled grapes on noodle stilts, is all over the place, you begin to crave solids. Like vasa deferentia, you may only be able to make a difference with a second opinion and the help of additional fluids.
Cumulative parables such as these beg the wisdom of unconditional evolutionary confidence. Amygdala Jones couldn't help putting feelings at the top of her tdhu list. When you haven't any lids and there isn't a drink in sight, one can only hope that tears are general throughout the hood.
Fragment, "To the Student"
Sin-Gaberra Ms., shards 6a-d.
Ass-assination of Amygdala Jones: Princess or Goddess, It's the Same
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Forever was 13 Years
This morning I couldn't sleep because flies kept stinging my cancer scabs with their maggot splooge.
Our own planet's outer persona was being popped open and violated by too much light.
Our own planet's outer persona was being popped open and violated by too much light.
Labels:
astronomy,
fashion,
geo-genealogical,
hoolie,
inter-special,
nature,
scarification
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Lysis
They rip off your face and you hemorrhage the slime what kept you alive.
Phages sweep by and recognize exactly where you've folded the antennae.
Apoptosis is even more horrifying because everyone just stands by smiling.
They think they blebbostatins, panaceas, can contain yor diasporic flotsam.
Phages sweep by and recognize exactly where you've folded the antennae.
Apoptosis is even more horrifying because everyone just stands by smiling.
They think they blebbostatins, panaceas, can contain yor diasporic flotsam.
Labels:
death,
RTD,
sticky progeny,
Swarm of Eaters
Monday, October 12, 2009
Skin and Clay
Skin and Clay walk down to the corner, where there's a street light. Maybe something's happening there. Skin: Looks like it's just you and me. Clay: It doesn't matter. I can't see.
Skin and Clay goindu a morgue. Clay: I am the flowerpot he left behind, spun by the contours of his hands. Skin: I am his orphaned leather backpack, flesh colored, ink stained. Skin and Clay [together]: Are we museums or are we raw materials?
Clay and Skin weigh time against moral capacity. Skin: I'm the one who can go bad. Clay: It takes me 10,000 years to neutralize yor shit.
Skin and Clay go to church. Clay: He who's got a blessing's got a curse. Skin: An both those guys are better off than you.
Clay and Skin decide to commit a sin. Clay: What do we do first? Skin: Nothin. Clay: I am doomed.
Skin and Clay become filthy lovers. Skin: You are a little gritty. Clay: That's hot, Skin.
Skin and Clay goindu a morgue. Clay: I am the flowerpot he left behind, spun by the contours of his hands. Skin: I am his orphaned leather backpack, flesh colored, ink stained. Skin and Clay [together]: Are we museums or are we raw materials?
Clay and Skin weigh time against moral capacity. Skin: I'm the one who can go bad. Clay: It takes me 10,000 years to neutralize yor shit.
Skin and Clay go to church. Clay: He who's got a blessing's got a curse. Skin: An both those guys are better off than you.
Clay and Skin decide to commit a sin. Clay: What do we do first? Skin: Nothin. Clay: I am doomed.
Skin and Clay become filthy lovers. Skin: You are a little gritty. Clay: That's hot, Skin.
Labels:
la chi-chi
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Taco Party
Hey youse feeling ennui or tragedy but might be wearing developmental pasties on yor nips, Spike TV, mirrored embroidered Rajistanic bedspreads. Yo pet adopted greyhound is running circles around dogfarts in his sleep man. This is the end of his line. Do you feel the wind? Put yor tops away boy. This street is cleared for wide tires and vice sweep only sweetlips. Do you hear his epileptic claws scratching your plastic office chair pad? Here's where you trade mainlined Scottish peat burns for a frozen Mudslide: time for a Taco Party, playboy.
Ken's rash note to Mike after the final swimming blog entry
Ken's rash note to Mike after the final swimming blog entry
Friday, October 9, 2009
Static Adventure
I leave the sands on the floor of my home
so you can swish through in your sandals, or
bare footed in the granules, pick at stones.
I have the shades rolled, carpets up, brother
because the winds then can have a handle
to drag us on the dunes as they wander.
For we virile khans of unfastened stakes,
time can’t end murdered by jealous princes.
This ark is a mill which grinds its own wake.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Amygdala Jones
Did she never become that buck-tooth, saddle-shod shooter from whom we all long to flee?
Was her rearing not overdetermined by scripture, her apocalyptic destiny given us to slay?
With safety in righteousness, patrimonial soil, swarm this story for your spleen, worker bee!
She shall be known for whatever it is you call a curse which is a name: Malediction?
Since she is technically a goddess, leadership nomenclature splatters out of her everywhere:
"I hold out both my hands, like giving anal polyps: fingerless but ready, fertile, present.
"Imminent, I hold you in my balls, which are fists. My arms, living tubes, can be dicks to you.
Sighing, Peg took off her ridiculously large and fake sunglasses frames, palm rolling a sweaty 7/7 across her forehead for clarity. Listen to that clinking. Sears is going to be here any minute. Shd I try and cram in a nap and say I'm just groggy from dreamin? Or might I go ahead and ride this current/wave of Violade like a Mayfair lady in a white sateen and foxtail cape?
Partial Ch. 4 and notes.
Sin-Gaberra Ms., shard 4c.
Ass-assination of Amygdala Jones: Princess or Goddess, It's the Same
Labels:
alcohol,
Braino,
fashion,
goddessofdestruction,
la chi-chi,
language,
lipsticks,
Peggy (Pegyuh),
Sears
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Pioneer Woman
It's witchy and good!
30 minutes, high.
Meantime, we made brown basmati with butter.
Leftovers: (x2days) broiled crisp under CA sharp cheddar.
Bottom of an open hot pressure cooker, in this order:
- puddle olive oil
- big red onion, chopped or whole
- washed and sorted bag of blackeyes
- meaty red bell, cut big
- cumin seeds
- celery seeds
- salt
- white pepper
- cayenne, but a lot
- gurgle of vine
- any kinda sausage or wiener
30 minutes, high.
Meantime, we made brown basmati with butter.
Leftovers: (x2days) broiled crisp under CA sharp cheddar.
Labels:
dr. donna thong,
vittles
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
They can Go Back to Hurt you
An agent of anything steps into your life and shows time for what it is: a lie.
Let's take the bullet holes along the side of Ken's sedan.
Pick any vertical line to indicate "now" (Her). Let's say the long crease of the driver's door.
Punctures to the right and left are future and past, for a lack of better tautology.
Inside each dark opening, poorly-captured moments flicker.
On the left, they are ripples of attention. Starlene's prism black lights the steps in hot retrospect:
- Oh what a pommeling he gave that love. He was brown nosing fate.
- Showers ruined the yard sale. Now we know why he sought that.
- Must have been some undercurrent make him call his mom the next day: eddy pull?
- In less than a year they've got him surrounded at the Club Martinique-- surprised?
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Monument and Maiden
From the cut of his pants, Ken's buttocks and thighs must have had to swell, yes freakishly, in order to align themselves with a naturally swinging bat. His skull was a granite helmet carved to cover optimistic projectures for the tightest fill of any bronze head.
She took him easily, mercilessly, like a retarded kitty. His spine implants and hours squatting proved no match for sequins and bottomless limitations. Even so, her painted zygote fingers at one point tried to claw at heaven for more success juice. Her wizened silhouette, thrown unflatteringly there against a disintegrating wall of memorabilia, besotted life for him, starting then, both back and forth by calendar.
Or had they form changed by trading lyric go-go cages at the height of their passion as a way to be truly all over and up inside one and with the other?
She took him easily, mercilessly, like a retarded kitty. His spine implants and hours squatting proved no match for sequins and bottomless limitations. Even so, her painted zygote fingers at one point tried to claw at heaven for more success juice. Her wizened silhouette, thrown unflatteringly there against a disintegrating wall of memorabilia, besotted life for him, starting then, both back and forth by calendar.
Or had they form changed by trading lyric go-go cages at the height of their passion as a way to be truly all over and up inside one and with the other?
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Swamp Baller
Hoolie finds work at a reform school in a swamp for jaded chillun. It is too late to go backward, for any of them. They can grow tho.
First, two bombshells of 14-- opposite race, but like twins-- receive him in the palatial Atrium of Thinkers. They show him the way to his cot, freshly splayed, between two metal filing cabinets hanging obscenely with padlocks and combination cylinders. It was the medications.
Dinner that night includes an equestrian-themed ice sculpture and cruise-like buffet for 80. If you had recently fired yourself for wanton / self-harming behaviors or gone truant from one cinderblock apartmentchank nightmare to the next, you could still join in song, partake of the table, and be limited to no special fruit. Of the few punishments allowed, money and higher society were two.
Tho one night a red-headed, wide-pupiled chick or twink, ruddy with astyptic bloom, play hooky big time in the apt-4d sugar shack of latest re-hiree and retired pro-baller remembered for having pulled in to the compound with bullet holes all alongside his Charger. Ken, until now, has never been identified as either black man or monster, except while toying with himself, among characters to whose points of view we've not been privy, and by his own mother.
First, two bombshells of 14-- opposite race, but like twins-- receive him in the palatial Atrium of Thinkers. They show him the way to his cot, freshly splayed, between two metal filing cabinets hanging obscenely with padlocks and combination cylinders. It was the medications.
Dinner that night includes an equestrian-themed ice sculpture and cruise-like buffet for 80. If you had recently fired yourself for wanton / self-harming behaviors or gone truant from one cinderblock apartmentchank nightmare to the next, you could still join in song, partake of the table, and be limited to no special fruit. Of the few punishments allowed, money and higher society were two.
Tho one night a red-headed, wide-pupiled chick or twink, ruddy with astyptic bloom, play hooky big time in the apt-4d sugar shack of latest re-hiree and retired pro-baller remembered for having pulled in to the compound with bullet holes all alongside his Charger. Ken, until now, has never been identified as either black man or monster, except while toying with himself, among characters to whose points of view we've not been privy, and by his own mother.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Mountains Signal Disturbance
This is how much I am willing to channel everyone's jagged waves: they will chew me as on a spit until I can regurgitate love for each one of you, my enemies.
Alternately, I stand and piss a long and dirty fable, as I am unable to abandon all the crammed-in tackle I've been pulled into an angle with: there are those who need me.
Unhooked, some fish with ripped lips just truck upside down. Ery tam a gal stand up an shake her fleas, pups come crying with concussions and they bobbing requirements.
Alternately, I stand and piss a long and dirty fable, as I am unable to abandon all the crammed-in tackle I've been pulled into an angle with: there are those who need me.
Unhooked, some fish with ripped lips just truck upside down. Ery tam a gal stand up an shake her fleas, pups come crying with concussions and they bobbing requirements.
Labels:
bitches,
filterofloathing,
nature,
nirvanic system,
Reptily/ Chamatilly,
vittles
Giant Cranking Engines
Wind makes the hills shimmer with light be-
cause 150-ft turbines crank their shells and
spill friction into every living room and den.
Their howl is an avian or canine call, a harm-
ony of inter-special gaiety. The low one drones
to all: "Hear my prolific growl. Take my free
issue." Others ring shrilly, morbidly inviting.
Jangling crickets tamber nature's consent, ig-
norant. All-night criminal traffic now wafting
in from the 10. Bitches stretch in the sand, ne-
ver yet having met up with a scorpion. Lit ho-
opties creep by to the petrol stand, buffeted.
cause 150-ft turbines crank their shells and
spill friction into every living room and den.
Their howl is an avian or canine call, a harm-
ony of inter-special gaiety. The low one drones
to all: "Hear my prolific growl. Take my free
issue." Others ring shrilly, morbidly inviting.
Jangling crickets tamber nature's consent, ig-
norant. All-night criminal traffic now wafting
in from the 10. Bitches stretch in the sand, ne-
ver yet having met up with a scorpion. Lit ho-
opties creep by to the petrol stand, buffeted.
Labels:
birdz,
bitches,
filterofloathing,
hooptie,
inter-special,
nature
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
World of Mornings
Sure, there was hope, but you woke up
tired.
Fire bear come flying over horizon.
Insects, reptiles click, split.
Now tell me is or is not,
considering nutrition, a dried apricot
as good as its flesh-fulfilled cousin?
Because everything they wrote
can now only be found in the bone
chalk of those scratched letters,
crystal, canvasses, silver, china.
tired.
Fire bear come flying over horizon.
Insects, reptiles click, split.
Now tell me is or is not,
considering nutrition, a dried apricot
as good as its flesh-fulfilled cousin?
Because everything they wrote
can now only be found in the bone
chalk of those scratched letters,
crystal, canvasses, silver, china.
Labels:
gay,
geo-genealogical,
K's,
preservation society,
RMP,
RTD,
Sears,
The Crack,
time
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Awe of Priapus
Chama looked over at Ilyn. Do you see whut I see. They had stumbled upon a shivchapel in the face of the chank.
Their vision started to benefit from the clarity of Strong Hormonal Bathing. The first moment of beholding a phallus will always make the humidity rise to what's necessary for mucous.
Chama imagined herself as the Veined God, and how it turns out to be Her Chrysalis.
Ilyn felt exhausted just thinking about the amount of blood that would be required to attain that level of determinacy.
They stood and stroked the rippling folds, stretching, but not quite able to reach its crown. "We will see Luck or Scorn; it's the paradox of this deity," The Chama intuited.
Ilyn wept.
Their vision started to benefit from the clarity of Strong Hormonal Bathing. The first moment of beholding a phallus will always make the humidity rise to what's necessary for mucous.
Chama imagined herself as the Veined God, and how it turns out to be Her Chrysalis.
Ilyn felt exhausted just thinking about the amount of blood that would be required to attain that level of determinacy.
They stood and stroked the rippling folds, stretching, but not quite able to reach its crown. "We will see Luck or Scorn; it's the paradox of this deity," The Chama intuited.
Ilyn wept.
Labels:
chanks,
emotions,
Ilyn,
lipsticks,
Reptily/ Chamatilly,
shiv,
tourism,
worshipers
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Wiccan Dipsplit
apparently the blind find me goodlookin;
the unsighted obviously think aighm hot.
just when so many naked people are against me,
aigh need people naked against me, and thayr not.
with a witch's fingers on my scalp,
i can travel to new ages as a scab;
before demagnetizing the last few nodes,
i enjoy a robot's timed sense of moving on.
Hoolie, from Birth of the Mthyuh Preservation Society: When K's Gave up Living and Volunteered for Manned Flight.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Sick Hippy Home Invasion
They broke in, chapped and acting wild from the wind. They had not yet felt shame for what they did, but there was something coming in the gale.
Its tortured evergreens at 40-60, the cabin hurtled steady as a hard careening bubble. Insulated by and from force, The 2 would sleep like refugees.
Crickets were screaming in the garage to keep up with the momentum of the howling. Not much living could hold on outside. Yet there were security lights.
This was an abandoned cove, Turgid with Blowing. Every once and a while someone found a winter renter. It was a hell with its back strapped to a jetliner.
Roaring louder than violent surf, Judgement Hammers might have followed Mistress and Servant to the basics of human living. Now their eyes were Red Sand Traps.
Its tortured evergreens at 40-60, the cabin hurtled steady as a hard careening bubble. Insulated by and from force, The 2 would sleep like refugees.
Crickets were screaming in the garage to keep up with the momentum of the howling. Not much living could hold on outside. Yet there were security lights.
This was an abandoned cove, Turgid with Blowing. Every once and a while someone found a winter renter. It was a hell with its back strapped to a jetliner.
Roaring louder than violent surf, Judgement Hammers might have followed Mistress and Servant to the basics of human living. Now their eyes were Red Sand Traps.
Labels:
nature,
Swarm of Eaters
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Voodoo is The Law
It's very nice to hear your voice again,
and I'm grateful to you for all your help.
I wonder if our love is covered by
corporment or mercenary int'rests.
I save all my masculine energy
for transfer to hot skull shrinks like yourself.
As in one who flirts only with barkeeps,
wanting spent has a safety handicap.
Ref'rence to lucre can cheapen your trade;
I feel so sad to see it end this way.
Labels:
Braino,
brutalsnakecharmer,
disco,
dr. donna thong,
hoolie,
pimping,
worshipers
Thursday, September 10, 2009
HIV Bros
They had their shivknives drawn steak sides up, and Jer felt his upper gingiva pulling back and drying out. He was hissing like a possum in a corner. Then he looked up at Ken and had to chortle. They were 2 skeletons dipped in Flesh-Color Paint. It was a kick when they argued cuz they knew they were already ded.
"You are funny to me just as you are tragic to others," explain Jer.
"Phukyu bitchcunt I pis on you; I cut you," was Ken's retort.
Then they both busted up laughing and allowed themselvz a few moments of cardiac arrest.
Gasping for breath, Jer say to Ken: "You know I hate everyone else even more than us."
"That's coo; me too," sputter Ken, coughing up blood.
Labels:
bloodsac,
brotherhood,
domestic violence,
gay,
HIV Bros,
incarceration,
lipsticks,
shiv,
The Body,
W.A.S.T.E.
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