fly buzzing around my head hair dries upon the shoulders the door is open but there is no exit a moment of silence sitting still take off again around the room in much the same manner looking for much the same thing not finding still again repeat until final resting place ultimate peace
scanning through the letters that arrived from the east and the west all these once were parts of the same province now sending the taxation elsewhere different people in charge invisible boundaries that were never there changed and yet somehow i feel them we feel them a bump in the road has more place than territorial markers
putting the machines back together then observe how good did i do will that hold or will it have to be done again and again until it is right until it works still worthwhile not having spent what would have had to been spent on a machine with less age but questionably less problems getting to know the solutions now while time still is
up up shoo shoo still at it putting together the memories of today for light reading of tomorrow here is the only photo of my grandfather i will be leaving thousands of myself behind and notes of everything i did every day of my life
banging on the roof chasing chicken shoo shoo collecting fresh greens for the sheep wherever did that headache go they are coming in but i am going to do it my way plenty of sunshine left let them run in when they really need it when they really want it so i dont have to chase just open and close doors
sitting through the vice trip in a room alone rather than acting them out seeking relief pursuing the frustration through the head exploring the fantasy desire where would be the most desirable circumstance for this shape of intoxication put it down on paper compare and contrast to the next time to the fellow traveller
i like to wake up with a story if there are physiological differences to the terms if they are defining terms then they are blowing good liberalism out by the tits the other side got wind of this they start pushing it tits out because they know they will benefit from the blow back
tobacco industry has mass graves of gastronomy workers hidden in the dessert we will find them one day in the mean time we have to prevent more deaths by banning smoking in bars and restaurants
all the thick necked frat jocks never became funny two guys making love in their own home and a jealous ex lover called the police for a break and enter the authorities bust in and pressed charges in line with anti sodomy laws upheld in the local circuit judge
keep the picture in the wallet and stop telling me that i would feel differently if it were my own flesh and blood don't make prophecies you do not see ten hours in a hot car is not good for ice cream is not good for little children blowing out rubber heads like they were jiffy pop pop corn a ten year bedside vigil waiting for rubber head to blink just that once but all he had was a cleft palate and we all freaked out enough then scared us away from the third at least for now
if you are going to bullshit me than at least make an effort and make it believable he blows a load in a girl's hair out of respect of mother nature and wall street because you didn't make goalie and want a second chance you want to know what you would look like and what you could do if you didn't eat so much cake and smoke so much meth timmy here ruined everything i had hopes and dreams i was in a band i was going to travel and one night the condom broke and now i work in a factory
she is sober as he is nervous she lays down there all uncomfortable and he climbs on top only to come too early and she cries while they hear parents come in through the front door
the tired late thirty divorced bricklayer kicked a hole in the side of a rotting hog's carcass and fucked it like an itchy three legged dog left a thank you note with a disconnected mobile number
the sound of pussy slapping shut to the voice of doug stanhope give back and flirt with someone lower than you all the names they call you and all the bullshit goes away when someone better looking than yourself gives you a sympathy fuck you dont have to call afterwards a once off gift turn that chip on the shoulder into a warm salty paste
these are mean streets here in the city of new york you dont last too long if you are a wiener dog in a cardigan
the junior dance category with ed mcmahon hot property too cute for you screaming at the top of his lungs at the club where six year olds are dancing grab a beer and watch the show leering jeering cheering running the same material over the same show different audience different night tightening and refining the act the homeless dog with the overnight success of the six hundred dollar pit bull
what the hell am i doing lying about this over here i stand to gain nothing with this lie hauled in for the strapping of my life with a giant cigar in the mister world competition the best in the world followed by the mister universe contest the previous winner being a shoe in with the home world advantage no affirmative diversity in those universe contest two categories grand champion and stuff on a rock
tenderlonious and princess delight send their regards would loved to have been here but prior engagements have kept them at bay fill in a diary a year in advance and then the flu comes along sneeze the ledger to the floor suddenly no one can keep their dates check the window to see if anyone is at the main gate trying to sneak the barricades
waiting for a package here out on the front porch with a gun and a pair of sandwiches i want to be doing something else but i must give the carrier a reminder of the trust we all put into the postal service a lot can go wrong between here and there let it not happen next time just leave it on the porch i will pick it up when i come in
each problem forces us to look past our newly ingrained regional differences in order to see the common goal the necessity of co-operation to overcome die Aufhebung we are not putting aside or lopping off we are integrating no escape in a closed system all i see is a bunch of rabbits consuming their environment to a point inhabitable grass is patient for rain