You Used To Live In My Balls Man

Bang bang, shoot shoot. Is you not happiness? Drama machines. Every last one. Bouncing off the alls here too, yup, in me brain; as if knowing the gray would be any more than a compass map, that and ninety hours with a child leaning into you will save Zelda but we're still going to fight our tired and cry because of we know not; and what we do, deep down, know, are the regrets that will never be anything else, than just what they are; us but inverted. Inside out not upside down. Periods are perogative. Punish me. Forever. Then.

Don't As In Do Not Speak

Or write, except and only to make the one swoon or whatever I can get. I'd miss you now, just thinking about it, like the baby makes you, seepy. Crunching cans for stronger ankles, walking back and forth through blue smoke, and fine bits of flying grass, wondering when the cars stop. It is and always was better than anything else, so there was no past, just awe at the time racing faster and faster and; nobody tells you what is important, they just say, slow down there partner or what they say, but they were just the same, as crazy.

Thank You Now Get Out

The newest in birds nest mall. You don't have to spy. Shit, we'll sell it. Whatever it iswas. Facial recognition. Facile. Any kind of ology. Ism's come free. My Daddy conforms better than all'n of your'n do. Well then did we get that all out of our system now Homerworld?

Straight Sleep Suicide

Sentence. delete. Sentence. delete. Might as well be human. Learn a new scream? Sounds the same inside my head: fuck him, fuck him, fuck him; and that was just a baby. Learn to double space; down.

You've Been Ruh-Rohed

Drop the 've? Which one's Sappy? I know you are but what am I but tv, stereo saying I want to take you to Highland Light, about where the barb would be, get good and foot and fucksore and sleep tangled happily together close to ocean sounds. Sigh at the Californias.

Architecturally Significant Homes

105, 106, 107; yellow, cyan, magenta, black; tranch pyramids gotcha down? They grow really good spuds on Long Island; who knew and less cared. What gift would equal any you've given me, none, and I know that, but I'll buckle down and trinket hunt because pretty girls like pretty things and thoughts, but dont hold back on the dirty either we all want pulled down like prey sometimes, by something, something; and then again some just want left alone and I can respect that too; I'm gladder still that's not me or DW; love you more; love you more.