Goodkingalan

dreamspeak

ineverlasting desire my dreams bring storms and violence to interrupt and block my sex fantasy cravings that rule my night and make me atarget for the thirty dirty cop brigade which is stalking the streets cleaning out the thoughts of a generation with soft mild sex and exclusive violence they pull from never ending commercial sweeps

little john said his rocket leapt from his pocket I didn't mean to assault that poor girl was all an accident officer and if you can't give him just a ticket at least don't give him to Roco who hides in gray ars in plain site waiting to victimize our young hereos the moment their feet slip from the golden trail

Slasher movies creating tears for sodden mothers who watches their babies laught heir way to the grave no one has sense enought o still be afraid of the boogie man and so one has strength enough to stand up to someone who sneaks up behind you and raps you on the head
5/18/04

Ocean tribute

Where away!
starboard sir
Well, get me there!
I'd love to sir, but the rudders gone and our mainsail broached, the cook jumped over an hour ago
At least we'll die, brave as we lived!
I'm sorry sir, but I'm out of here!

Wit, Wisdom, Whimsy

Poems by Kerouac: have him read it aloud to you in your head. The rhythm of the man is magestic and ever changing.

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