Tell It To Me Crooked

You who to whew what the, also killed in action as, at your servos. Because sense is a lying. Talk right, but stutter on the big words, they need pause something pause no they don't. I thank my GP's for the animal husbandry(this word, skeeves) experience, how to properly apply gauze and a baling wire wrap, to wear pants when stringing fenceline, to run off naked crazy under the odd full moon.

The Sound Of Finger On Lip

Post traumatic sleep, the missed spellings of separate, spillways. They're blowing up the fireworks, one manumetal building at a time. The driver lost his legs, but hook him in the five-point tight and gas both tanks, a machine. Bobby Nolastname is crazy, and I advise you make no sudden movements or double takes, but a good soldier. And A KIA A always has your back, you won't see him much, he's like that. Me, I'm just the one who told you now forget it all. Carbon fiber and spoon shaped like a sealure. What can I tell you I dont like dashes much. Leashes either. This was neither for or about, you. Who?

Cure Lullaby

Scootch over here and nuzzle me with your nose and tits and then throw your leg over me and pull me in. Origami I will, dotting me for you and the A and B lines to fold, if you will. Stay out of the batting cages, Gramercy Park trading posts, the internet alley. Now you know where to go for a base meant to boom to boom. Washington Square smoke, comes up I35 and wafts off. Gracias. If it makes sense to you, then it will to someone somewhere else, but you may never meet them. 1 in 5 adults where I live can't even read, but they all know how to work the TV's, and attendant remote army batteries.

I Got You On The Refresh

Just like you got me. What we get, don't bring any old ideas into. You can be mad at them, for not knowing what you really need, for what you really really think, your basic ordinary hard rock of ignorance versus the deduction of psychic wants. Which was a long way of saying: tell them. But you say: fuck that. And I never say it right anyway. But if you don't, don't blame them when they check out because they know they don't know. Dead saddened reckoning.

What Could Be Funner

Than a crayon in the eye of smug. Yes, like me. Wiki is a mirror of our fucked. But at least, as of yet, it hasn't fallen for the germy lucre or given up the searches, although it's probably been hacked but what hasn't. They have it all down, patter than, and the lists sold, the tables rendered. I'd like to bring it up now, but all I see is soap. The kind that makes you want to wash with sand. Don't ask.

We Don't Need A Reason To Slag

Swat we do. Every mother is a stud, bow yon ingrate daughter, and the pennies drop. Later baby. Is that all you got? Starting and stopping and I don't know but not what, shite and onwards. Watch your back I mean at least six times, in minutes if not seconds if not milli; leagues and klicks and fathoms, to fall yet. Dance while ye may, and skip in the face of hard. Whatever, you say it best. We'll be down for the putsch.

Thanks Abraham

I hope you and yours all made it home safe. Fret not, we love our drunken when they're ours, unless you end up all red blue and insane white on strobe no comeback waking up in the smell. I'd like to help you out if I could. I've always liked you. We always got along so well. Don't even bother coming in. You say you don't have money for a retainer and have no collateral click. If you've been there you don't have to ask, but vomit and desperation, with depravity and a vile back. I never, but that's what imagination is for, and you don't have to run with the bad very long to know. Babies borrowed time and the bouncing ball of show. My apologies yo. You can suck a fat $500 dollar google cock and taste the beta of all knowing data. Time to wabawaba.

Letting My Apostasy Go

And those little dots too, except when I get up too quick. I advise against aging, have those babies young girl, but avoid the baddest lest you wind up on the coils and branded in memories you wish you could; but ya caint. And boy, keep your fucking head low and your hands to yourself; especially those you just had to throw at the time. Hindsight is gang rape, the unwilling kind. Yes, and your hypocritical political correctness in the face of the world offends me too.

Nicely Softly

What would I say? If one could express gratitude and those thousand other words, with wanting words; would you even? Damn it, but faster I said I wouldn't delete but I did. Just let it go. Write like you might speak if you could only say. Smoke gets in my ass, and they're just words and I've heard so many. I know, you're very tired. And sometimes you wonder about the other side. And that's fine, as long as you aren't going anywhere.

Brokeback Jockeys

So how's Angela working out, did she sell out or just enough to get something accomplished? Would one even know, the better never answered, quest questioning; drop it and a million minus a million plus a hundred shards appear, we got needs too, if by needs we mean questions, we got that. We got, exactly a billion hearts fed on dynamite words that don't add up to any more than the other billion fronting theirs, that. Sometimes I wish I was something soft I could grind between my teeth.

Leave It To The Machine

I don't want the new version, and I don't respect the cache either. Could not care less. Objectionable content? The ads in Gmail? Never telling them you loved them, before, on to the next life. Flipping off life and touching the floor. Double double whore whore, all the time all the. What did you have? In mind? Staring at her and then into
the sun, so I can see her behind my eyes forever. Reading me
makes my mind red, like after the next bright enough day.

Getting Over Yourself

Hey Mon, can you set me up some sort of chicken-wire netting for my windshield. I love you. This is from K. Don't be sad, he's coming back. They all say that.

Catgut And Rosin Smell

I read it for the worst kind of shit. The thing that scratches in my attic in the winter could do a better installation entering its bedding. Good thing they don't play that way. As if all your pads were all that, whatever that means. Something that fools understand, stfu. Raise hackles and cry the dogs of uncle. See, as I wasn't saying. Burning.

Wurst Ist Batter

Who do you dream of? And how do they make you sigh like a dream before everything goes (I guess) all surreal? Or you wake up. I have other questions. Who do you brux for? Whisper sweet nothings and joke with? And is it wrong of me to love the sound of your slumber-tittering? What about when you're kicking the covers or doing pikes for a succor, that isn't coming? Is it leg cramps or don't you love me?
I see how you get up from bed, don't you want to be close together? Where do you go, and am I ever there? Really, every time you say?

All The Fit To Get Bent

Boehner and Blunt huh? Yeah, but we're calling it Tanman and The Cunt. I wonder how you pronounce Ségolène, and what's a Socialist? President George W. Bush said Friday that the American experience in Vietnam contained lessons for the war in Iraq. Chief among them, he said, was that "we'll succeed unless we quit." Just like we did in Korea. Uhs, nm. James Bond, ho fucking hum. The Senate voted 85-12 to allow the U.S. to ship nuclear fuel and technology to India as part of an initiative to encourage the expansion of nuclear programs in that country. You're up Iran. How can Sony afford to sell the PS3 for 5 bills when it takes 8 to make one? Kyoto is back on track, and only 10 years after it could have made a difference. So, was it a big boom, or dark matter stretching us apart? Tonga Burka ban OJ Red.

So You Want A Rank

Bad And Brr Again

One is no good without the other, but only if the threads match. To November and the flying high turkey on the hit parade. Hark, I can hear those seagulls smack-clacking their beaks all the way from all the wal-(to wall)marks from doody foam west to doody foam east. Pollution is pretty on the eyes, when they aren't burning or on the squint. I sneeze in your general direction, pass it on. The wait to see, to know, is it a pulled muscle or a disk gone sideways, or the degeneration that awaits us all? Who last a second living in the fire of the front end rotor under braking heat. Oh, don't forget a washer.

No Green No Yellow

Three months from ass and this one scree, as in ch or d; whichever you want, you're the producer. Here's a cigar, and again, remember, casting is tomorrow, better rest up. Trent Lott? Good luck with that. Maybe they can get even less accomplished in their 93 days of "work" next year. Congratulations Fox, would we even know where the floor was if it wasn't for you guys living under the house living on spiders, grubs and seeping water? I renounce my love of Oz. I'm so not sorry.

This Is How Its Gonna Be

One man truth for a girl secret? Guts and nuts, fill one and drain the other and if you smell ennui, pimpslap it. PfuckingS you can't sleep and stay up all night smoking too; can't smoke much longer either, but you won't know it until. How do you write that anyway? Humph was more like it but it doesn't write, so you for the win, words are shite but what else have I that isn't a gentle hand to the forehead or a well timed and struck shot to the ass. Okay, now, when do girls, go from killing you with their eyes for pulling their hair, to asking for it? Or wishing it. Some never will say what they really want. And some can't run from their sad past fast enough; but that goes for us all.

Seven Billion Weak

Snowflake, snowflake. The fat joy of nothing to write about. Sure, the gouging and destruction on full tilt would do, but I'm happy so it can't touch me; its always fine when your skiing down the scree until the big rocks start, then you respect gravity and that small sections of earth can shake; like all those damn directors cameras can't stop doing. The pull of berms and trees. It was so the 2nd unit anyway.

Nerds Are Hot

"I like your clothings. Are nice! Please may I buying? I want have sex with it." I'm looking for a man to photophosphorylate me all night long. I will fondle your vesicles while you caress my golgi body.

The Sleeping Desks

Get fucked over for being forthright? They'll trick you. People will pretend to be and believe one thing, when they are something different and believe another thing entirely; or in nothing.
They trick you. To us the treats then, (yes, I did) better burned than never unthawed at all, tastes better, to which you say "tartar". You were right, who cares where the this and the that goes, getting it out is the thing, but prepare for the hollow, hungry seeming place that echos after. This is for those suffering the reverberations of desperate loneliness, pinging ribcage walls.

B A O K A

Clues to myself forgotten by morning while moored off the coast of where my mind goes, and it's always away, anchor down and hidden the cay behind the cay. Is that all you've got? Girls are the stronger sex and we are great big babies from the last push or scalpel cut to the wasted and park benched; fuck the aged anyway for getting to see things at least as old as they are more pure than we ever will. Trash in and trash out a million x more a year x the truth x made up statistics; for what your eyes could see, if you ever had the luxury
of looking up from the striving which sustains us, to see. 12ens.

Your Bird Chip

President Bash warned US adversaries around the world on Saturday that Repoblican losses in the midterm kongressional elections don't signal a weakening of American resolve to win the war on terra. Oh, we's scared; for the veterans, our global relations, trade and budget deficits, mortgage rent electricity natural gas oil gas, and of course you need the DSL ergo home phone, tivo basic plus, celly with video text enablage, and did I forget a motherfuckin' fica? Property taxes, sales taxes, taxes taxes; do the ones on the phone bills go directly into the fat guy from the old Tammany Hall picture's pockets? Will I learn the apostrophe dance? You know you like those sweet cereals.

Shiny Dashboard Hair

Oh uh I, old ugly and ignorant, at your serve, so not your servant. If they insist on Lagosopolis I, say thank that which doesn't exist for places like Nevada; geography only, fluck Clark County, sucked up from ancient underground aquifers by a subsidized straw and dealt back out, liquid to the liquidity, liquidity to the liquid. For quid pro go, anywhere. Is it nice or not and where do I come in? All I need is the most basic, subtle shades, some small sense of sincere direction; I can take it, stutter where you need to. This one is for the bored and captured, pleased to tell me, why you can't be happy? And why should ze Kazahkstan be unhappy, free publy is free pub. I detest Maricopa County too, canals of Colorado's finest for your lettuce and bangers and golfers rest home for paradise service. The bird of neon suck.

Do Behoove The Coat

Uh to the nth more hits than my scree; always sliding down. The sudden intake of breath from the quietly sleeping, when they can see it to steal it to sell it, will that be your new number one? All you dreaming fans. I haven't the urge to fuck every single, but they taught me so well to give in and go along with the double standards and when they benefit you you tend to ride the swell out, but I have to say I do; though I don't get or go along very well; I know it's technically holler, but perfection, is surviving, that and your makeup makers, ergo you, kill a lot of bunnies. What? I'm just saying. Rainbows, puppies, kitty cats, cotton candy and a caliope with non-annoying music. Really, your favorite song? Must be kismet. I know, you don't believe in that. Crepes, craps, rare Kobe beef, Kona for breakfast, a little roulette on the way up to the comped suite for dirty on the way to scary sex, smoking on the balcony after wrapped only in a sheet with it draped behind you, like a superheros. Gay ice.

How Do You Spell Woo Woo?

Kill me now, because I failed, at that too. Make me write about, bunnies. No I don't know anything about them either, except that
I don't want to own or eat any, but it would have to be some better. Sounds like loser talk. But, be the best failure you can be, isn't any kind of motto. I like the shades of green, and I like how, when the cicadas run the world, and you're there falling through some shady hollow, how the air suddenly smells like air, and it's so much cooler; so you find that perfect comfortable tree to sit up against, to watch the gone sun play, spectro palette. You! Hey! Against the wall there.

Same Shot Different Dealer

C'mon give me give me. It puts the motion in the basket. It's getting the hose either way. Reading the results reminds me of that trained seal barking sound, *ar ar ar*; you there? Hello? They were just here and then. Black N. Balaclava pleasure. The serial moaning sounds of our under-reported diastolic precincts, no rest but. Leave it broken. Fix the window. Place a point on stick and poke up this damn trash;
3 Sanmen die for every 1 copper or fireman, and their only monumemento, are mounds rising up to the sky,
and seagull masses. Number 9?

Entre Empradiated

Super Cali guinea pig. Wonder what's in the air my own gps coordinates? I can't tell you that kind of thing, but bring over a 6 or a 420 shot, and we'll go mad and make, like fucking machines; I'll leave the door open for you; you, do what you have to do, and we'll pretend we're someone, anyone else, to get past the fact that we feel fucked up inside, and even if you're one of the I guess lucky few, who know exactly why and how they go, still doesn't change a thing; pour moi?
I know, you're personally very well adjusted and quite comfortable
in your skin, your career, the thing we call love; not 1 word.

You Think Thats Pol You Breathing?

Ambergris funk. You think that booboo'll be all better now? Wouldn't even let us take a look at the splinter; we'll carry that gangrene until next year, next limb. Which, will win out, rotting from the inside, or lightning? Boned fragments abound. Do you believe it, when you say you don't believe in ghosts? The hair rising on the back of my neck, is haunting; and all those voices are my friends, we'll keep it down.

Inner Dick Shun

If bananas sell for a cent a pound and coca for two dollars, which would you plant? You too can be a Bolivian for a day but your lungs are on their own, intial here, here, and here. Lien that. Train graf and a half smoke behind the ear, running from the walking waving lights and the shillelaghs, popping bands for mystery, the smell of small corpses and their states; perfect chunking, homesick rocks.

Blind Side Acceleration

John Q. Melonhead, you can have it. Springer actors and wannabe porn stars gone meth and how fast can we go the go; whats yo 40 time? We've got dreams and you've got the sinews. Sprylet's ho! Onward into the dusk and the giddy thump of competition, the backseat options; the season rewinds the story, but we'll live
forever or die trying; to think so, and the wind says: wipe.

I Only Bought That One Time

One tomb please Dr. Kirkland, and don't go light on the aluminum gilt either. Hey Subday, you came early, nice bells. We could make it go, with the extra lost, from those without funnels, but it won't happen. Its so fun to waste it, whatever. Drag it down into a hole so no one else can have it; don't you know it's all mine? And now that I have
all that I could ever use in ten thousand lifetimes, I'll set it afire,
because your need can't touch my want; of course I meant well.

The Second Third Thing

The creator of the Wobby Wibby Webby said on Duhsday night that the Incnet is in danger of being corrupted by fraudsters, liars and cheats. Did he just wake up from a ten year nap? Gaza trip. New better explorer, now who's tripping? You and everyone who thinks that John(insert cock here)Kerry is worth talking up or even talking about at all, is a yokel who deserves their yoke; you know you eat that yellow yolk, fetus freaks. Taking it down one flush at a time and worrying about everything, but anything that matters. I hope that 10% of remaining "edible" seafood by 2048, is feeding on us.

One For The Too Late

And two for the body armor. No window! I specifically ordered the back room, sub-level. It's okay, we're leaving.

Stolen From Talkative Dreams

Why do you want to gild the lily? Why are you breaking up with me?
I try so hard, I do so much; now on to the news: Psych never sleeps. Now hey, is that an evangelical in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? Pwned again; it and rust and psych then, and never ever waking up. Here's to all you bitches with balls, would that you had a word that defined you as succinctly as the one you try to tag female dogs and 50% of the population with(China not included); popofvics.