Apropos Dichotomy

Harder than hippo teeth, and softer than their babies bellies seem; no vegans they; and she too, no less beautiful for being deadly; but don't try to say it or tell it or explain that shit's a trigger tied to your finger before you twitched, and became two drippy holes on either side of double-ought missing hemispheres. Boom and the bottom drops out of the sky, then, all drips and birdsong; even at night. Crickets, crocus, cicadas, mosquitos; the act is the only thing.

Don't Be So Down

You could be here. Or here. Or someplace with no water, like the Sudanese wild west show. Right, happy thoughts. You will buy a big ticket item. Qu'est-ce que c'est? What is the etymology of big ticket? I thought that was the last bought. Fuckity: the Chinois, NBC and GE, and all five whoredog olympic rings(ate/ate/ate, indeed). Better rude than a fakeass, oh still an ass, always, but then I'm not running away from any monster statements and preachers, or a little blond girl with a bouquet of flowers and a rabid husband. Don't you just love, sniffle, a marriage of pure dual political expediency? He knows from McPain; the medias friend; he smokin' dat base now; no face, in the mouth.

A Few Clouds

Is not a current condition, NWS. Looks inside, says maybe it is. When is that Anthony Pellicano spy movie coming out, and which france3/bbc/intldrugsgunswomendealer will produce it? More clouds than not? Well, it's current, back to you. How many beats per minute are you, not of heart, in tics or twitches or something, taps doodles, mental loops, whatever, even in time. Do you keep extra clean, and smile bright to hide an inside covered in black(things you can't hide: missing nails, eye avoidance, stilted conversations) and blue, latent yellow to push when you need a pain booster; just instantly know the word torsion, if followed by the word gut, even if never having seen it? Oh, you live cement too? And why can't you autosave the better version that flashes by like scroll inside my head too quick to type and gone; nosey fucking google, never trust anyone who says their intentions aren't evil, those fuckers'll get you killed, or worse, for sure every time times 9. And there is worse. I know it's writ wrote (because I knew you'd hate 'em both) wrong, but I guess it's one of my tics and taps, and I am so, fucked up, but you won't believe it, because you know we all are, and more or less a show; but I say animals, why's that so hard to take, we bleach like mammoths.

Onanist Diversion

49? My seven sins timed. #1 Calling DW a dumb ho. Which sin is the butterflies? And blurting of time, how long is newlywed and, what is a second (this is where I used to write: really)? As if we'll ever. Which one is the worst one, which combination, what lack of? You say we came down, but we're all still hanging off and racing along limbs, laughing and crying at the one and only, our falling show. #2 Forgetting work's a gift.

She's Not Heavy She's My Martyr

99 tons of sand on the bridge, a frayed nylon strap, shear on shear. What? Our "strategic victory", your being done; thank fuck for FDR. DC was always packing. To the National Parks! 2 gun minimum, no open flames in the park. Bruno and Silver smile across the table as each reaches out to stroke the others hand, nothing needing to be said. Back to Nero for a minute, could you please shut up about the economy, suck as it is, yeah I meant such, but. Mushy is my middle name. You didn't see it? I so let up on that cheerleader; the other's getting fucked. There. Welcome to spring, and hello to saturation.

Fathom, Beyond Our

110. Not just a percentage of jock effort anymore. Recess stressing depress gonna squish you. Commodities, at least a quantity, up; paper down; digital neutral; food riots pending. Number 9 again, everything is prescient, at least in its own million parallel dream deaths. When Wachtel asks him about his feelings for Germany, WG Sebald begins,"Well, I know it's my country," and winds up by saying, "in a sense it's not my country. But because of its peculiar history and the bad dive that history took in this century...because of that I don't think you can simply abdicate and say, well, it's nothing to do with me. I have inherited that backpack and I have to carry it whether I like it or not."