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when I just had that thought
he who dies with the most toys wins, eh?
asemic and anumeric
process and reality
being and time
time and the other
for some young mind to be aroused by
in sixty years
Untitledhello my name is Yellow Pisscunt
how is your prodigious unicorn today
I betrayed myself to the single
I hate him because he gets to be who he is and nothing more
how can I be more
I am not enough people for me
how can I become two
I think seven would be enough
for all of me to be me
but now I wr8ite shit
and live on divine blood
tainting my lips
and it stops when I don't want it to
and I want to never stop
but my being itself
as I know it
is the kind that stops
which terrifies me
all the time
burning through goo
so many leaking tubes
goo calls new tubes home
and the call me
while I should be gone
away from mundane stress
but they find me
and I can't get away
I can't get out
always stuck being less me than I need to be
UntitledWhat was it for?
The long nights in the basement,
the only-sleep-when-I-pass-out-from-exhaustion lifestyle,
the passionate suffering,
what was it all for?
The endless war,
damn this infernal transformation.
Does it fall on me to document the struggles of a generation,
a generation that watches every triumph become trivial,
a generation that waits for itself to become obsolete,
the generation forced to condemn temporality,
the generation to witness the end of temporality as it dies the last deaths?
God floats in a pool of His own blood.
The masters wipe their asses with angel feathers.
The curious are left for dead.
an actthere is a patch of death screen blue in the sky
too obvious to have been painted so it must be natural,
they could've painted it to trick us into thinking so,
no answering machine for the representative of god
except for the rubble smouldering on radiowaves.
the ball was taken away from you by ten bodyguards
escorting you further from the field where only bigger animals play.
i am the bull charging at the matador.
i am the lone center forward running straight into the net.
because you will never
you pay for maze entrance tickets with brain attrition
and every wall is a grater
you pant and itch bumping into migraine
tissue crumbs in looping tracks
triple agent code name ari
mother ships of the mooncatastrophized ...
there's somebody else on the moon
and tasting skin in batches
and saving all they've learned until
the mother ship returns
but it's been heard
she's involved with superstitions
that she's wandered off to find religion
a devil daughter turned
so loose your lips
and let it slip -
there's somebody else on the moon
cache of hornetsit's the interstice that always kills ...
(no emphasis on keeping clean)
and it's a bad, bad night
who stalk jurassic scenes
while below our glowing
nuc a grist
of wasps have balled to death the queen
... roiling in their honey-coated
omnivores wet dream
thanks for eating methis house keeps spewing out
our chewed bodies
with rombus marks from rombus teeth
the faint blue light
and the dark rooms gave us.
Crispy Duck Has Crusty Eye No MoreAn itemized list
pardon the pun
the prop masters
the white hot day
a grim twinkle
in the eyes
of that cool
and factory duck 666999666 s
pilomotor reflexeswe'll soon be drugged
and shoved into the habit-
able zone of constellations
ushered slow along
by senescence' soothing siren song
and we can not escape [it]
they came in through the window, baked
and caked in week-old blood
hyperbolic remnants of the flood
we offered all we had on hand
but it was not enough
to sate their endless appetites
it wasn't even close
now muscle memory must move
through this impotent farrago
where we pilot all our awkward limbs
with the backside of a shovel
find what you hateon my skeleton alleyways are built,
gaps and craters. suicide pact-bound teens
walking into lava.
i spied on them like an nsa angel.
a xenocryst pricked my toe.
i was the one veering off the fiery sidewalk,
and saw chunks of motorway half-
regurgitated, ashen smegma
fallout. the language into which
my onanistic fire
suddenly everything had meaning
first of all,
there was someone watching over
our wreckage. and it was
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