Only one cricket is at least as annoying as a squeaky washer on perpetual spin, especially when it's in the house. The only thing you can do is walk over to where the noise is, and it will stop. At that moment it thinks it's hiding because it's quiet, but really it's hiding because it's so tiny. It doesn't even know that. But it doesn't even matter because it will start again as soon as you walk away, and it can go without good, wholesome food for days.
Jan
"Still rockin'!"
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Anything can happen
As you hurdle toward earth,
nothing any longer surprises
until, we can suppose, the fi-
nal jolt, which promises to be
like wow, a moot pt, or both.
How is it we can still love at this speed
and hardly ever crossing trajectories?
When the body responds without even
checking in with the mind, is it truth or
allergy, collegiality, anthropomorphism?
Chamatilly
nothing any longer surprises
until, we can suppose, the fi-
nal jolt, which promises to be
like wow, a moot pt, or both.
How is it we can still love at this speed
and hardly ever crossing trajectories?
When the body responds without even
checking in with the mind, is it truth or
allergy, collegiality, anthropomorphism?
Chamatilly
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Reptily/ Chamatilly
Monday, September 19, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Post History
They found one of us in a bog, but here I am in the latest possible century, encouraging my pet dogs in the exploitation of grasses. Smoking something like turf in a bowl, I'm sure I wd also be swilling infusions, eating my fellow if that were something that ever caught on culturally in vogue. I've gotten better comforts and what else. Better comforts better be and are after all all. Is my god better. My god is kinder cuz he's mostly gone. Remote slumlording is something you can't take personally. And all the better in case you want to water a little patch of ground, just so the pups can see how it was in the virgin forest. Add it to their digestion, watch them puke away the side effects of modernity/ post history. After history I suppose it could mean there's no more great surprise events. You just figure out nature is this way or another; men are just so, and that's that. Whatever happens you're like yeah right whadid I tell you. That's not history, or even any kind of present to speak of, and it sure the hell ain't the future.
Mike
"Jaded."
Mike
"Jaded."
Friday, September 9, 2011
Deep end of your back
Twin, we're slipping down opposite sides of the economic divide:
as the wings of a butterfly seabridge, we close down over what
impales our individuality: the thorax of employment opportunity.
And I can see clearly what you can't: how sexy the dimples over
Your butt crack. The way you will always succeed just by being
Who you are. Yes, that's bullshit, but no more than every principle
We live by. You see the deep end of my back; I, flat top or fade
down behind yr skull cap. We are thankful at least that we each
have skin both our own and whatnot to throw on when it's cold.
as the wings of a butterfly seabridge, we close down over what
impales our individuality: the thorax of employment opportunity.
And I can see clearly what you can't: how sexy the dimples over
Your butt crack. The way you will always succeed just by being
Who you are. Yes, that's bullshit, but no more than every principle
We live by. You see the deep end of my back; I, flat top or fade
down behind yr skull cap. We are thankful at least that we each
have skin both our own and whatnot to throw on when it's cold.
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Mike
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Put away hope
when you begin to die,
you attribute all your errors to that,
and so you should; how right you are.
Even elections you held while asleep--
they count. No matter how shallow or
profound, you chose the plot, how deep.
But too there must be wild factors that
kill just as creatively, as life-like as you,
as determined, as unsure at what.
Read these last lines anticipatingly,
then put hope away for a moment to honor the
betrayeds, the beytrayeds and humiliateds of it.
Illyn
you attribute all your errors to that,
and so you should; how right you are.
Even elections you held while asleep--
they count. No matter how shallow or
profound, you chose the plot, how deep.
But too there must be wild factors that
kill just as creatively, as life-like as you,
as determined, as unsure at what.
Read these last lines anticipatingly,
then put hope away for a moment to honor the
betrayeds, the beytrayeds and humiliateds of it.
Illyn
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Parade of the grotesque
Fell out of escrow, still hanging on. The owner is partially invalid, peeking through the blinds in his apt, which is the room closest the office. He has an organ in there, covered in magazines. He is determined to help with the cold breakfast buffet every morning until he can retire, where, into some other all-male gay nude atmosphere.
Deeply stained camouflage seat cover. Haunted luggage cart. Corporate-sponsored parties of the lowest kind. Your eye is it jaundiced, Ken, or cynical wary. How bends a brow, time vexed by sideways-straining inquiry, counter-retaliatory scowls, discomfort of constant x-treme love pleasure to the everyday system.
Finally we couldn't extract the dishwasher. It seemed to have an umbilical cord connected to the Mthyuhphkn trailer. And between those built ins, we couldn't have even hacked it out. It was that snaky galvanized steel tubing and puddling water. We put a warning sign out for any literate and not too rebellious pervert.
Mike
Deeply stained camouflage seat cover. Haunted luggage cart. Corporate-sponsored parties of the lowest kind. Your eye is it jaundiced, Ken, or cynical wary. How bends a brow, time vexed by sideways-straining inquiry, counter-retaliatory scowls, discomfort of constant x-treme love pleasure to the everyday system.
Finally we couldn't extract the dishwasher. It seemed to have an umbilical cord connected to the Mthyuhphkn trailer. And between those built ins, we couldn't have even hacked it out. It was that snaky galvanized steel tubing and puddling water. We put a warning sign out for any literate and not too rebellious pervert.
Mike
Labels:
Mike,
nirvanic system,
time
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
clinging to a log
the battered women's counselor explained how her office had been moved out and then back into the same place again by saying welcome to my old-new office, and it was also the same office I'd gone to visit her in the last time I was battered and a woman.
we talked about how what would be the best case scenario and then very quickly following with how no, that's not going to happen.
later then there was a man and son clinging to a log in a flood. they said their neighborhood is a honey trap for disaster.
we talked about how what would be the best case scenario and then very quickly following with how no, that's not going to happen.
later then there was a man and son clinging to a log in a flood. they said their neighborhood is a honey trap for disaster.
Labels:
dr. donna thong
Monday, August 29, 2011
escape from country
escaped from country
for a cardio dance party,
queens tryd to gank my
watch in a back alley
A llama grunted and fell against the fence, but we couldn't catch her in our flashlight. Yippy cayotes get a surround noise effect. You, a blonde devil, go after it with all yor teeth and tongue. Appears to be your first and only life. How could you come back and overdo that?
by Mike
for a cardio dance party,
queens tryd to gank my
watch in a back alley
A llama grunted and fell against the fence, but we couldn't catch her in our flashlight. Yippy cayotes get a surround noise effect. You, a blonde devil, go after it with all yor teeth and tongue. Appears to be your first and only life. How could you come back and overdo that?
by Mike
Labels:
3rd-a-Genda,
music,
Swarm of Eaters
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Desire to exploit worldly ignorance of the highlanders
This visual presentation, as well, has been shut down by the Mthyuh Preservation Society's moving picture arm. Or is it a fist??
here we are, contents of the mountain:
each of us passionate, hurting inside, disadvantaged in our minds, that we're disadvantaged or put upon or persecuted/ discriminated against personally in some way, and it's all true.
cayotes threaten our dogs/ llamas even though each of those is meant to keep intruders away.
all across the hilltops pets are barking into darkness. Milky way gets the rare honor of being the brightest.
Whut this gives us to see is diamond-hardened positives and negatives but non representational.
How about one night each week down at our place with showers, food, wine, marijuana, children playing
pong on TV, moms working some elaborated crocheted career apparel, dads kissing and feeling each others'
pecs. Laundry room and various Innernet stations are open to you.
Wayne
Labels:
gay,
public oracle dispenser,
wayne
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
My alarm, his fate
He goes humming in and out the door now. The screen bouncing on its base makes the sound of industry, another mold being cut. Off and out and onto the porch to get another smoke done before the laundry ends, Roy has apologized for threatening my breath. He has explained it satisfactorily in terms of disrespect, but also mined its more intimate fingers in body chemistry, parentage and temporal insanity. One daren't meet'n the eyes of such a life sluffing off its earnest lies as an impatient foreskin will shed selves. One can't decide if it was much hotter provoking and inviting it that morning, shirtless breast against naked titties, flushing pecs at only seven paces, calling and responding along a most ancient rut, deep into which pleasure gurgles on its storied path of sorrow and shame, to a level of normally phone-only verbally pornographic violence. But as the bottom, I guess, I got to ride defense, still showing a stag horn. Roy had to make the cruel decisions for both my feverish alarm and his fate.
by Mike
by Mike
Labels:
death,
domestic violence,
economy,
lesbian,
Mike,
nature,
prostate,
strip tease
On storytelling
One event fills your cavities with helium. Your shell is pliable but so hard; you can float around in its warped global seizure, or try spinning out the thread, courageously banking against walls, furniture as the hiss shoots farther toward actualizing another moment, a backlog of strong postponed beats straining adherence to the microsuede bubble til they succumb to the overwrought notion of a present that resists exhalation.
By Donna
"I busted lactose at the scene of the crime. Ask me how."
By Donna
"I busted lactose at the scene of the crime. Ask me how."
Labels:
dr. donna thong,
farting,
fashion,
time
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Hegemony v. Six Animals
they're here! the outlaw band of cayotes:
I've badgered the locals so, madem give
up their guns, turn to swear me off their
livestock and its wellbeing, even watering;
but what if i appeared with a 22 rifle and
some kind of plan, or just the next morn-
ing smearing the lovely pelts on the road,
complaining of what a crap night it's been?
common folk might assume by the license
the story's end, last laugh for my insightful
knowingness and gentle re-arming of the
more able, better judges of futures limited.
at the moment there are only screams, full
-throated, unstopped, bellicose, thwarted;
at this time, conversely, sentient intelligence
stands stiffly listening in a greasy doorway.
I've badgered the locals so, madem give
up their guns, turn to swear me off their
livestock and its wellbeing, even watering;
but what if i appeared with a 22 rifle and
some kind of plan, or just the next morn-
ing smearing the lovely pelts on the road,
complaining of what a crap night it's been?
common folk might assume by the license
the story's end, last laugh for my insightful
knowingness and gentle re-arming of the
more able, better judges of futures limited.
at the moment there are only screams, full
-throated, unstopped, bellicose, thwarted;
at this time, conversely, sentient intelligence
stands stiffly listening in a greasy doorway.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
simulation v. reflection
God must have chosen me to be the one to see the beauty of reality:
seven vestal hurricanes, a golden pestilence and a billion hot and hun
-gry begging mouths awaiting in the halls of kingdom fracking come.
The way he makes a give and take is by hanging my tits out the win-
dow and walking by and saying you've a pornographic face, Dolores.
Whenever I'm doing cartwheels across this victory grass o him n his,
be certain to listen while I grunt out the hydrolic parts that drain energy.
Some say there exists a continual mechanism that can be discovered or
invented that would perpetuate the cycles of joy and ascendance, amen.
by Ken
seven vestal hurricanes, a golden pestilence and a billion hot and hun
-gry begging mouths awaiting in the halls of kingdom fracking come.
The way he makes a give and take is by hanging my tits out the win-
dow and walking by and saying you've a pornographic face, Dolores.
Whenever I'm doing cartwheels across this victory grass o him n his,
be certain to listen while I grunt out the hydrolic parts that drain energy.
Some say there exists a continual mechanism that can be discovered or
invented that would perpetuate the cycles of joy and ascendance, amen.
by Ken
Labels:
Ken,
nirvanic system,
prayer,
prostate,
scarification,
Timex
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Donna's Release
For a while it was third way or third rail;
we realized der was hel to pay if we fail;
You got a clock to stop you, a watch to
pop you soon as you come close to truth,
but this is the big time, in fac hours are o
-n the spot, effectively in the chair while
their final appeal is imminent and excrem
-ent and all you're waiting on is the phon.
we realized der was hel to pay if we fail;
You got a clock to stop you, a watch to
pop you soon as you come close to truth,
but this is the big time, in fac hours are o
-n the spot, effectively in the chair while
their final appeal is imminent and excrem
-ent and all you're waiting on is the phon.
Labels:
dr. donna thong,
Phyliss,
time
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Painmaster
military guys have a detachment from their beauty,
which maybe is regarded as one ant to another ant.
you might run into a buff kid but whose mind is al-
so worked out, elaborated but by horrors, not folios.
He'll love the forest, skimming waters, moto-biking,
easily switchable to emergency alert overload pangs.
This gentleman can never be your friend unless you
never know, try to kiss him, listen, coco-oil massage.
by Mike
which maybe is regarded as one ant to another ant.
you might run into a buff kid but whose mind is al-
so worked out, elaborated but by horrors, not folios.
He'll love the forest, skimming waters, moto-biking,
easily switchable to emergency alert overload pangs.
This gentleman can never be your friend unless you
never know, try to kiss him, listen, coco-oil massage.
by Mike
Monday, August 1, 2011
Dr. Thong [wasted] @ the Beauty Salon
The masochist's whole thing is, "you might as well
kill me now. And enjoy yourself because there isn't
much else out there fer you'n either.
Sadist whole thing is, "ima go crazy. ima go crazy o
-n you-- less I hear a hoot. Then it's all good. yule le
-t me know what to do.
Then the peace keaper cumin try an say:
OK you two, leave up on yr weapons an
come an try an getta piece of me.
kill me now. And enjoy yourself because there isn't
much else out there fer you'n either.
Sadist whole thing is, "ima go crazy. ima go crazy o
-n you-- less I hear a hoot. Then it's all good. yule le
-t me know what to do.
Then the peace keaper cumin try an say:
OK you two, leave up on yr weapons an
come an try an getta piece of me.
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dr. donna thong
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