June 4, 2010

atheist arseholes accutely arching.  busty broads breastilly bathing. Cunty clubbers clasping clip ons. dirty dutchesses dating daddies. Exasporated elephants exiting entryways.  foraging farmers forming figures. gregarious gargantuan galactic gastronomics.  hungry hudderites hating haughtilly.  Idiot insomniacs isolating indians.  jangly joggers jetting jello.  kissing kids kidding koalas.  losing lice lisping laughingly.  moody mohecans missing matines.  nerdy neandertals nurturing nurses.  olfactory olmec’s ollieing over.  persistent peckers pecking persistently.  quick quacks quibbling quietly.  ruddy readheads rhibald ralphing.  slutty seaguls slughing slime.  torrid torantulas tightly turning.  ugly uncles uppity undulating.  various veracious vehicles vascilate.  wanton wantons wasting werrily.  X Xtians Xcitedly Xcruciate.  young yuppies yapping yearly.  Zoinks!


the stain

May 20, 2010

fragrant mile long stain on the leotard of the godess.  Imodest to say, but it was my deed, the juice I spilled, my only seed.

beat you to hell

May 20, 2010

In hate I wrote an epithet that bled and wept and shat and spit

In anger I made a solemn vow to beat you down to fucking hell


thump to the head

May 14, 2010

my heart is like a broken box filled with sneezes and chicken pocks.

My mind is like an apparition of some sort of old suspicion.

My body is a sullied book filled with crannies and a hook

Where I hang my tired head and sleep until the day I’m dead.

(upon which I wake up and do a dance)

the other thing

May 9, 2010

that is the other thing which I almost forgot to mention.  It is of trivial importance and must be kept in a cool area lest it become spoiled and demand an automobile for it’s sixteenth birthday.

Never give in to automobile requests.


May 9, 2010

There is a saying which goes “…”.  That is probably the most important thing you will ever learn, don’t forget it.

There is an old secret and this is that they don’t care what you do, they don’t have the time.

Once upon a time there was that, that which is bright and shining, which is clear and pale.

In other words, hold my hand.


May 9, 2010

the headaches of the world unite in an untidy mess of transparent personalities.

Dirty festering troubles linger in smoking rooms filled with character assassins.

Fermenting ideas come to the surface and muster up tides of horrible memories.

Stark winds blow and call out “don’t leave the onions on”.

All this, this thisness, it stinks, it putrifies.  Its really quite wonderful.  I’m happy to be here.


May 8, 2010

crocodile son of a bitch got up on the seventh light to see the dunes of maladroit open the sanctimonious egg.  A long journey ensued whereupon the romantic literati broke with tradition and enigmatized falling star journals.

There was a pregnant pause of mustard pubic bones leaving for the journey to parts unknown.

It was so filthy that crocodile shuddered in a provocative way and loosened her corset easilly and quickly, revealing everything that had come to be known so often by their dirty fingers.

After the sex (which was boring and uninteresting) they smoked camells and ate aubergines.  They didn’t really care for either

on nothing

April 22, 2010

Ripped on a thousand.  Out of body out of mind, no spirit to protect.  Back to the source at the price of stupidity.  Spiralling out you don’t care anymore.  Laugh lightly as if you recognize.  Spiral in it doesn’t matter.  Into infinity, into pure energy, totally dead to the world.   Poor bunny.

octopus girlfriend

April 16, 2010

Mabel walked all of her circles tightly like some grandmother spider giving birth to the myriad things.  She was an unfortunate mix of benzodryne and boot sauce.  That was immeterial though as she had never so much tried than reviled their very backwardness.

In school she was a clown, but at home she appeared to her parents as too serious.  Not a single lul in her schedule of writing cryptic remarks to the math teacher in parenthesis detailing the exact locations of the points along a perfect circle.  She was a parfait gentle warior and never so much raised a hand on a man.  There was a spark of gentle divinity which although scraped together from old photocopies of gentle annie, seemed much more colourful than the others at the AV club.

Mabel once met a boy who gave her the oddest contrivance made of tin.  She kept her marbles in it and cherrished the day that they would meet again.  Maybe it would be a Sunday around five thirty PM, that would be such a nice break from the daily grind.