ghetto-ish meadow
im an old woman im an old woman
FOREHEAD KISS
its something that im into
up to
poison boogers
RODENT WEBSITE
it used come out of the frankenstein cup
webbed sukk
SOS
office of the dead
hiccups fourteen seconds
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
new hideous pigeon got my teenage romance pumped fulla
fulla ya
introduce
my new hideous pigeon blues talking at the blonde girlz too
missin my tonsils too singing:
"take me as i am, kitchen shadows"
as i smell dope smoke
now it's in my throat throat
i collapse with Cass in my mind boat
buzzniss as usual
sit at your computer
the ugly man behind your bed
but
You are on acid and you are taken away to
me in the sun with my sunglasses pasted squirting up the bunion
libby shadowpuppeting ostrich in sunday school pool (i have become the "Night Hobbit.")
in the crowd of pump iron
sometimes i dream of HER:
the princess melting with red shoes in the cream cheese wind
her glazed body guitar strings out her bald skull
my mom says there's no god at all
my dead beats me up when i drop the ball
buzzniss as usual at the middle school
your boyfriend theres something wrong with his skin
i was there when you first met heim
im a big baby i was drinking so much beer im a big baby
stroke stroke
we were spinning like flowers
discussing the chinese news with our pinky fingers raised
and your dress was turned on
and we say, "please dont turn away"
you are a rabbit Catherine
im looking at the big metal door in the pasture
the top hat in the branches
i grab before heading in
the bubblegum,
the cocaine clothespin
oh my god pennywise is going to kill me,
my nose is running my bones are stole
my nose cant keep running from you i will collapse in the graveyard
there's a birthday party for every funeral
what about love to make love
what about the kid at school who hit his head and they nicknamed him Gary Busey?
but he's more like a chapman chan with a speech impediment?
i was scared for him
but he became the Elvis of the town
comin on' to all the girls, all the boys, uniting the nations with his zipper
old stupid woman from the 60's
comin on to you
rollin' home to That Computer Rhythm
and what's leftover?
is this your synthesizer?
i am holding it but i dont know why
i can deduce that i may have been hit in the head with that shovel
i am seeing double
and the green triangles have become
the Lizard Prism and
again im wearing a dress and the smoke fills the room
you peer through the pearls a beautiful girl like an elegent aunt
whisper "in the junkyard in the junkyard in the junkyard" and all alone and send me looking for some stone stoned like princes shoulders warm and never not a raindrop ever on it like some puppet because I was wearing a big fur coat filled with your boyfriend's tokens
or some loose video game change
but i forgot all the kids thought I was dispensing money
but i was broken
and they were poking fun
but i think later they ran through the streets and into the pastures and tobacco fields
where the animals run free and marijuana smoke rises from the manholes
and there are child molestors but also wizards
you can see the sun and be a lizard
college kids college kids college kids
alcoholics talking about movies
took my brain out bounced it around
now i think in tennis balls and thousands of clowns
watch the crucified monkey pout and shout
and move around his crown
im down, man, again
this is the worst place i've ever been.
fulla ya
introduce
my new hideous pigeon blues talking at the blonde girlz too
missin my tonsils too singing:
"take me as i am, kitchen shadows"
as i smell dope smoke
now it's in my throat throat
i collapse with Cass in my mind boat
buzzniss as usual
sit at your computer
the ugly man behind your bed
but
You are on acid and you are taken away to
me in the sun with my sunglasses pasted squirting up the bunion
libby shadowpuppeting ostrich in sunday school pool (i have become the "Night Hobbit.")
in the crowd of pump iron
sometimes i dream of HER:
the princess melting with red shoes in the cream cheese wind
her glazed body guitar strings out her bald skull
my mom says there's no god at all
my dead beats me up when i drop the ball
buzzniss as usual at the middle school
your boyfriend theres something wrong with his skin
i was there when you first met heim
im a big baby i was drinking so much beer im a big baby
stroke stroke
we were spinning like flowers
discussing the chinese news with our pinky fingers raised
and your dress was turned on
and we say, "please dont turn away"
you are a rabbit Catherine
im looking at the big metal door in the pasture
the top hat in the branches
i grab before heading in
the bubblegum,
the cocaine clothespin
oh my god pennywise is going to kill me,
my nose is running my bones are stole
my nose cant keep running from you i will collapse in the graveyard
there's a birthday party for every funeral
what about love to make love
what about the kid at school who hit his head and they nicknamed him Gary Busey?
but he's more like a chapman chan with a speech impediment?
i was scared for him
but he became the Elvis of the town
comin on' to all the girls, all the boys, uniting the nations with his zipper
old stupid woman from the 60's
comin on to you
rollin' home to That Computer Rhythm
and what's leftover?
is this your synthesizer?
i am holding it but i dont know why
i can deduce that i may have been hit in the head with that shovel
i am seeing double
and the green triangles have become
the Lizard Prism and
again im wearing a dress and the smoke fills the room
you peer through the pearls a beautiful girl like an elegent aunt
whisper "in the junkyard in the junkyard in the junkyard" and all alone and send me looking for some stone stoned like princes shoulders warm and never not a raindrop ever on it like some puppet because I was wearing a big fur coat filled with your boyfriend's tokens
or some loose video game change
but i forgot all the kids thought I was dispensing money
but i was broken
and they were poking fun
but i think later they ran through the streets and into the pastures and tobacco fields
where the animals run free and marijuana smoke rises from the manholes
and there are child molestors but also wizards
you can see the sun and be a lizard
college kids college kids college kids
alcoholics talking about movies
took my brain out bounced it around
now i think in tennis balls and thousands of clowns
watch the crucified monkey pout and shout
and move around his crown
im down, man, again
this is the worst place i've ever been.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
DREAM jernal
I had a dream that Josh Krakover was the lead singer of like Moon Runners or some olympia band shit//
he was singing into my face all mean and evil-like -- the band was described as "early whiskey experimentation;" a Pugsley Addams-esque kid was talking about how he wished he had brought his autographed picture of Captain Beefheart & I went to the bathroom to examine the hole in my skull which was like a mouth. I thought it was weird that people had that because at the right angle something could get into your brain
he was singing into my face all mean and evil-like -- the band was described as "early whiskey experimentation;" a Pugsley Addams-esque kid was talking about how he wished he had brought his autographed picture of Captain Beefheart & I went to the bathroom to examine the hole in my skull which was like a mouth. I thought it was weird that people had that because at the right angle something could get into your brain
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