majtext

cum into the world,
helos pearl,
where strangers abounds like you

like the ends of words you turn to hear
ths and rrs,
sphs and quickfading ions
wrraway and held longer consonants
can be sung
and it is not necessary to have a completely clear desk
to do our best work
meet me please at noon lion's co-orporiate picnic
i am very funny
and i tend to cut to the hearts of things
i am not very good looking
or healthy
my parents gave me bad skin
my back hurts
i need to quit smoking
and i'd like to be vegan again
or at least vegetarian
you see, i have found i have a bit of skill in divination... not a great gift
i'm an almost majishin and all those clothes are blocking my tiny bed
i'm planning on stop biting my lip and folding and hanging more but this
a sounds i mentioned.
i'm really enamoured oh
it's love
uhuh
it's love
and olive? olive? olive?
{the word loves to be written i used to eat them out of the jar and smoke}
my former muse... she was only a scarecrow.
she told me she couldn't lie, but what she could do was not tell the truth.
and she didn't tell and didn't tell and didn't tell so i had to ask and ask.
but you don't get answers from a scarecrow.
just husks.

but olive? olive? olive?
i'm almost hoping you'll like the idea.
i felt like i had new cheeks
and the whole laughing made a tryingtosleepboy jealous.
and olive? olive? olive?
i'm almost hoping you'll like the idea.

i'm cairn boy

you're asleep

i'm llew, to you

let me pass

over, lyer,

bennet,

mali greenest,

darkening in fern awl yellow,

a snoring slight,

wooden shifts owned

her bed and rook,

cellen seeped,

and lonnie stones

smoothed her face

to signalled

creeping sore drowns,

lent she spends out

quilting gullys

brambled browns

this cat's really trying for me and it's much appreciated, honestly. she has nietzche's fierce moustache and inches closer. my appeal must be an intense comet. i chose not to sing along with the constellation song. here, i'll recite a bit for you. "ursa major, ursa minor, beta corvi, lyra." those are a few of the words i chose not to sing along in class, as they were too beautiful for the melody. concerning me as a comet's like a dirty snowball also in song, perhaps on the b-side. years before i chose not to sing the sneaky-snake song as it was too easily associated with the cat-food brand of crave. sneaky-snake eats chicken, sneaky-snake craves milk, insert rhythmic resolution here as you will. go ahead and be amused by my restless decisions for sentence structure, it's just that i find some words simply must be joined, and i also find absorption in flitting about insert similie as you will. each time i see a triangle i expect a circle and square. i expect a pattern. i've never had such frequent smoke in my eyes; i've never enjoyed as pure a logic as yours. my appeal must be some form of comet. i have a picture of comet west that i'm willing to open to if you'll agree to be a degree astounded because i sure am a dirty snowball and you never know what layer of ice will also by friction burn off into an unexpected colored impurity's vapour. all kinds of atomized matters find themselves important in a vaccuum or at the edge of a weekend. sneaky-snake craves a ton of roastbeef finish rhythm by inserting nonsense words with the proper syllable count. i would like to have one good fang at my disposal for rupture in some pricey material. we could say it's a fine-toothed combfilter as yet not given a parking space, so that it must continue to circle the block and several passes may annoy you in telegraph through your apartment window, and you are asked to pardon it more than once. i'm again finding my shoulders rising above drunk and my chicken food for cats is meaowing in such a foresty wind tunnel. i feel stripped of my clothing of choice. i've come to taste water and square meals through a cigarette filter- i want my skeleton to show itself after all. nietzche said, "instead of nothing, a man even craves 'nothingness.'" but i'm merely amused by asceticism.

ELY

and you know
the work i take
so that i stay
late
minutes after you
have circum-
ferenced me.

will you slice
or fuck to blood
my faked will
to leave you
undevoured?

in starving
other's hunger
takes precedence
my belly hides
it's own distention

i fear you, of course
surprise, as known
as me silly
to you, i suppose
{and}
gripping

{want take your evil head}

of course, as always
behind as i should
be, you give
permission first
skin first
and of course,
i'll wait
for your own knife in the night

i guess maybe i don't have a real definition of love. it doesn't seem to be required. it's what ever has to emerge from the false vaccuum surrounding the real vaccuum at my center. and it's whatever has to be sucked into the center.

terms of atmospheres

at every instance and every point there is an infinite number of planes of all dimensions wrapping around every instance and every point. gravity. but that's merely a plain truth, isn't it? where is the perversion i was promised? wasn't my head between my mother's legs, causing her such pain, supposed to ripple like this?

nicky had a friend who got beat with a wet noodle
imagine the dread

a wet noodle, for those with harmless childhoods,
is a rolledupnewspaperheavywithwater

tight

and maybe it wouldn't bruise or something

one time i kissed a vampire girl and stayed outside of her bra so maybe she decided i was nice and worked something out for me.

wait maybe she wasn't a vampire yet...

she didn't mind the wet spot that appeared on my sky blue polyester slacks. never mentioned it once.

but yeah, she was getting ready to be a vampire.

...ing horizontal stabilizers. reek off yer foot shouldn't be a factor here. now perform a fifteen degree climb. remember we never want to go above ninety percent here cuz we have to complete our objectives and return to base before we hit bingo fuel. that means each element in your flight! drop tanks once you hit the i.p., unless you encounter bandits on the way, then immediately drop tanks and form up with your element leader goddamnit! we think that russian instructors may contribute to the reds uneven but sometimes drastically effective performance in sorties!

#mom #welcomehome

1.3n33n.a. : pushing buttons. push with all yer might, cuz yer gonna be wearing some thick gloves and not always have fat fingers full of sensitizing blood in them, so push til it clicks! we're gonna make sure you know the ones that don't always click, and that depends on the aircraft and configurations so know yer...

imaginary quote from bible says
the newness of a thing shall be taken for a wonder
so i slide on a surfactant of unrealized vanity
using twain devices as literary devices
twice
and a new prop for a cigarette
a witches book says solomon employed djinni
now there's a slick way to use god's gift of wisdom
more than any man today could waste on tv
he used demons to do his work
i guess most people work for them
but god gave me a few angles to work with
only i don't think god likes me reading mark twain
reincarnated as vonnegut, kurt
all three of us are of a demonic and stately evil mind to say
hell? it's on wheels that left fast
most of us are too dumb to deserve hell... didn't enjoy our sins,
but did them out of tradition
but the marquis de sade is sure in hell
he thinks twentieth century writing is great

<3
fields canceling
adjust right
nonplural cookies
body follows

sense scent
@no@ whatimeant
what will
won't words use?

we're seeping into use
timely
and high fashion
walks and thigh
<3

antellope... it's bound for hour number one mumbler near

   sordid?like a pressy ent picnic

             i'll ennythingbut spellit
   moping louder i'm
   mleaving hoary i'ms behind you'll
dontpickthemup                                          kickkickkick
           erspit
dontpickthemupandholdemcloser and do not smell th-

   sordid?ialready usse
                                                                 agoneagain
   leftitout                                       rightitout
        dontpickthemupandontletmeholdth-

gnumb %

ignore #

messer$chmidt

is faultless, in training, keeping training on rocket takeoffs
boost assist STOL, VSTOL. sync % treble%sync.

lockheed, don't $@all close cones... aur-eh-ghe-zho-nihb
          [those aren't timezones, fences we're going by]

      amd were not strands
       team calliope
           nice$luncheon
          @umult, rescore, @umult

cockatrice, minotaur, hydra, aureghezennihb...        goodevil, north, limitless %s

on your cheeks a lamp
breaks your skin into gauzy
pink tetragrams- a hill view
teeming with pigs running
into each other

i taped the big map of your city to the window last night, and in the morning found it draped over my personal computer like a blanket while it slept. i thought about sleeping like a monarch caterpillar who did a good job of attaching to the underleaf of his milkweed. did you ever bust open a dry pod? they have feathers in them. downy ones and i wonder too if the monarchs really consider all of their plant and not just the parts they eat. why would they?

"they wouldn't"
"only you do"
"and you don't do it for a good reason"

ohfuckofffinally, personal computer. don't get involved in this conversation.

questions are boring anymore so i'm going to just keep on skipping to knowing the answers. so far it hasn't gone exceptionally well, but so manythings require practice, even wastes of time such as wondering in the first place. i'm focusing now on practice that takes no work, so i'll do it all the time, even when i never think about it any more.

there is such yawning
blatant...context
tosses bits of nods
we're so important,
the parade
maybe...all flesh is like this
pretty fied chassis' whose
itch

where did you get that face?
you know something about the taste of bitter
did somebody let you eat shale dust while
playing your favorite record?
you put it on the right part of your tongue
as i guess
and almond came about in you

mother freaks of silverfish
i freak of centipede
father freaks of being raped
outside the bar by cunt queens

all around us air is moving
let it or not you breathes
failure to yield rightaway talks
insurgent hoists cool wheat

my thumb weighs a snaps give
impression ridge, sliding innightshirts
someday, you read lizard music
and could converse with me

capable of wagging his head and wagging his tail
independently by having one or the other yellow
levers pressed into the brown plastic handle his
feet are rooted to, the collapsible red fox is not
even looking at me.

neurotic
combat
station:

sorests of reasons that die,
when i Sign On To The Webbe,
your data stalking,
chirps at sun gone, cheap islands.

when my brother, Paul, was small
he invented words for a couple things
that i like much better than the words
everyone uses. every time we drove down
center ave. in janesville, he would exclaim
a word that sounded like "betelgeuse" when we
passed the unique, and now defunct establishment
known as jerry's hamburgers. i mean he did it every
time. one day, perhaps a few years earlier, paul saw
a squirrel in our front yard, and exclaimed, "peppiorn,"
and i have always thought that it fit the animal presicely.
i am sure i have forgotten other good names said by my brother.

deal in bogwash, heartly scum out a base living for the crying toads, horrible moles, lichens, and thrown sunken tvs. when i look to all the things that couldn't *of* swum clogged under mud with goggled breathing apparatus; finning in stealth mode, still not finding any twain devices pretzeled and timid; lashed to under-swamp roots; i think only terrible two thoughts, and one is me... smelling me, cant avoid its asp-ect.

a couple times i could see with my whole head and not just my eyes like normal when you close your eyes and see as if you are still looking at some terrestrial focal point. those times i saw stacks of video about the size of each of my eyes' independent fields snaking like decks of cards being fed with each new frame a card and the content seemed to govern the pattern of the snakes' movement. they kept in some kind of symmetry sometimes coming out of flatness like dotted line boxes and i could look as if surrounded by a dome of this.

h.old o.n a. m.inute: esses

t.he f.ull r.ange o.f t.eeth: believe me. i am to be believed.

nonsenseyesnonsenseyesnonsenseyesnonsenseyesnonsenseyesnonsenseyes

thi kid: dianne-ishous

h.o.a.m.: it hurt

t.f.r.o.t.: nothing ever hurt, and you're right

thi kid: it blesses me and i laughs

demons always have names with repeating
sounds in them
like aeobwythbwytlaeo is one
but that's because it overloads the chewie language centers
en you stutter from the stabbing briteness of the name
en also when you see them yer eyes create them outta whatever's in
front of you so it's like those repeating card deck viteos i wastellinyouabout
just that werever they are yer vision gets pusshed to the sider and yer mind fills in
more stutters

let's talk about you teaching put downs to be gentle,
making let downs rub your shoulders
from a seat on the couch behind you.
dowsing with a tactical mirror.
i want to talk about you as a button on a coat came back to. fat hundreds of gifted third graders getting way out
with roots in gym magic circles, laying up,
getting their legs kicked, not saying anything in defense.
a discussion of not knowing, will you?
ice cream explain it, macaroni and cheese write it down.
lie back exhaling a thousinth coat,
a someday will-wash,
a got to scrub not-now.

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