do you ever wonder about the incoming shipments?
about the crossed swords and about the neatly trimmed?
run stop fierce run stop fierce run stop fierce run stop fierce
(tired of short poems, long poems)
yooouuutuuubeee
11.26.2009
10.05.2009
9.22.2009
under my coat is a blanket and then a knife.
a beetle decided to die on my drawing of a man who is giving a thumbs up.
did you know: s
outside the fear sort of sinks when i cannot see what i have done
they are invisible almost and confused the frequent animals
other times we sit around
and oh if i really could right now
it would sound like we were in a car and the car is bread
and the car is bread and there are mountains with the internet
i'm a body kind of USB but outside we're the old network
i thought about buying you some scented oils from the man at the bus stop
another man called me "boss"
big boss. big boss. big boss.
a beetle decided to die on my drawing of a man who is giving a thumbs up.
did you know: s
outside the fear sort of sinks when i cannot see what i have done
they are invisible almost and confused the frequent animals
other times we sit around
and oh if i really could right now
it would sound like we were in a car and the car is bread
and the car is bread and there are mountains with the internet
i'm a body kind of USB but outside we're the old network
i thought about buying you some scented oils from the man at the bus stop
another man called me "boss"
big boss. big boss. big boss.
9.21.2009
In-nn
corsica is a place in the mountains.
corsica is a sort of inability.
how much time do you spend on that? well, i've got about a few dozen or so and
well also i think that
who says what, anymore? i remember that one time i jumped down a staircase. i remember that one time i craned my head backwards, craned my neck backwards and said
"well i sure don't remember doing that."
all of the days go by, the shortstop trips on his glove, the bermuda triangle howls quietly. jeremy asks, "how much money you all make?" and tips his bat at a cloud. jeremy folds his hands like a snake and makes dead eyes. "how much money you all got?" jeremy tips toward another cloud. "how many times you all get money?"
corsica is a sort of inability.
how much time do you spend on that? well, i've got about a few dozen or so and
well also i think that
who says what, anymore? i remember that one time i jumped down a staircase. i remember that one time i craned my head backwards, craned my neck backwards and said
"well i sure don't remember doing that."
all of the days go by, the shortstop trips on his glove, the bermuda triangle howls quietly. jeremy asks, "how much money you all make?" and tips his bat at a cloud. jeremy folds his hands like a snake and makes dead eyes. "how much money you all got?" jeremy tips toward another cloud. "how many times you all get money?"
8.09.2009
7.16.2009
Life As A Big Time Person
I sat there for a little bit and then there was a cloud and then there was another cloud.
There were two bottles of something, one of them could have been shampoo.
A favicon.ico crawls out of the sand and bites some part of flesh below the knees and that is okay.
FAVICON.ICO, I say, what do you want from me ever. It chirps and kills itself and it bleeds on the sand for a little bit.
There is a firework going across the sky and it doesn't do anything.
"That is a firework in the sky and"
favicon.ico bleeds a little bit more and coughs and a tiny vulture looks at it.
"That firework is floating for a while and eats nothing"
The firework explodes like it should but it sounds like a whale and the vulture catches on fire.
IT IS MY PHOENIX is what is in my head and the vulture doesn't care about the favicon.ico and it eats nothing.
There is a tiny phoenix and it runs into the vulture mid flight and they both catch on fire again.
favicon.ico cannot move its legs and it crawls into my eye.
"Ha ha ha it is like I am watching Predator again."
"Shut up I am in your cerebral cortex right now."
"Oh okay you think so?"
"No now I am in your brain stem I think."
"arrrrrrrrgggghhh"
There were two bottles of something, one of them could have been shampoo.
A favicon.ico crawls out of the sand and bites some part of flesh below the knees and that is okay.
FAVICON.ICO, I say, what do you want from me ever. It chirps and kills itself and it bleeds on the sand for a little bit.
There is a firework going across the sky and it doesn't do anything.
"That is a firework in the sky and"
favicon.ico bleeds a little bit more and coughs and a tiny vulture looks at it.
"That firework is floating for a while and eats nothing"
The firework explodes like it should but it sounds like a whale and the vulture catches on fire.
IT IS MY PHOENIX is what is in my head and the vulture doesn't care about the favicon.ico and it eats nothing.
There is a tiny phoenix and it runs into the vulture mid flight and they both catch on fire again.
favicon.ico cannot move its legs and it crawls into my eye.
"Ha ha ha it is like I am watching Predator again."
"Shut up I am in your cerebral cortex right now."
"Oh okay you think so?"
"No now I am in your brain stem I think."
"arrrrrrrrgggghhh"
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