Hairy like laminance
Breast stroke through the war
Dire circumstance
Rocky grassy clifff
Not so healthy you and I
Crime flavoured bits , glassy eyes
Potato skin Human elbows and knees
Scratchy wishbone
Freak spells out on the water wishes a home -
sealgull micro scopic boat-sheen
... michael, take me safely
God's front gate
A Piece of Alone
Don't say Won't.
at peace at once
Darwinian , Ornithological , Theoreticall
Quality personhood. A personality who lives
Love to appreciate science and nature....
A'right toddy scene
Best Being
Seen seeing
bloke looking ruddy tomshoes grunt falk demonise
A bunting, a crook, a swallow, a finch A Lark
Extinct is forever.
No DNA
[>wouldn't want to care anymore anyway<]
Speciesist cancerous growth of feelings
Forge Forgetting
Blame , Madam
Seriously Lonely
Lovely today
Live to Forgive Beauty
Grace in eyesockets and noses and lit'le hairs
She wants better living conditions,
Tax the rich.
Reasons to burn down Beds
I don't think we can possibly live for a certain distraction.
My scene is confusing. ... Psychosomatic ... career move moving pictures Restructuring complicated commonplace complaints Corporate
The Stage Group Management
An exaggerated facebook police force
12-foot tall sliding glass Beach House 1.2 Million United States Dollars
Wind sand grey clouds
16-year-old short story No Mind
I don't want ever to seem to pretend to care about any one.
I really do
Care about Anyone.
pastel yellow v-neck.
The End
They meet in the endless park by the ball field.
Amantha says I thought I knew you. Cracks a grin.
A sly smirk is drawn out of Tawny, I guess we just gotta find out ... Ourselves.
The Real End
Speaking Listening Understanding
Jesus Christ
Holy Ghost
God
T
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Equ ila
ter alt ria ngl e
Tawny Finds
Very hopeful and curious, Tawny brightens today by waking and drifting out of bed through the bathroom and kitchen, all the golden, window-paned, curtained Sunlight. "The light of Tha Son keeps me shinin' (: ," Tawny muses in her deep Georgia twang, eyes wandering toward the popcorn ceiling.
She fills her active mind with questions, hypotheses and possible plans, all having to do with .. .. bodies, petite sleek like rabbits or seals or otters, pass around each other like wispy clouds at night or day, coastal winds or mountain tops in early spring or late summer....
Their minds on the internet, green wires, eyes sparkle and short-circuit, bleeding caps blue light too tired her times of the months trying the white liquid - - Lonely for all the right reasons.
It is not safe or brave
We are a wonderful life
" a fun car puzzle game
That you can download "
- August
' ... definitely worth a try. ' ( Christianity )
Philip McShane
To try to be truly actually actively earnestly Human
And that's Excellent, so that's Good.
- Dr. Belinda, one of the doctors here, PsychScene Hub
Functional Specialization
Functionalise - Make functional for Good reason
A person or persons who function to expand the Good
Whose function/s is/are good
Specialise. Efficiently mind and actualise and connect. Be an expert. Try to complete tasks and reach goals, advance and progress.
Bend history and reality toward love, beauty and charity.
Be God
The End
Fugate, the trust of molecular time
Uptight Sara and her bongo mango
Until then I spent a year trying on the hats of wood lice.
The mechanical finger, the ticking, the ... Crossing
maybe the going home where wild
Flowers Flew
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-Team Demings
Life was a little bin
Cruces fell into the crack -
walk weakly scrape by the milk
of life wanting a little thin
Sleep faint summers up
Sold frames begot the bloodstained back
Freed slave marinates on the mariner's ilk
Swaddle ships mellifluous maps
Gregs greet graveyard Gods Soup Spin
Take your H-a-i-r down!
Put your H-e-a-d off.
Today is not a new day.
Today is an old day.
We are Austin on CBS.
Cardio Babies, don't look at the sky.
Cardio Babies
Don't Look at the Sky
maybe an old joy
Old Joy, the title
Making New Old Days
Putch-your Hair off!
Take your head on
1. royal tenenbaums [of corse] - 96
2. The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou - 95
3. Rushmore - 95
4. Bottle Rocket - 95
5. The Grand Budapest Hotel - 94
6. Isle of Dogs - 92
7. The French Dispatch - 92
8. The Darjeeling Limited - 90
9. Moonrise Kingdom - 88
10. Fantastic Mr. Fox - 77
scores are out of 100
[an alone song]
i gotta go buy some alcohol
i don't have control over myself
my mom is leavin the yard right now
that's steve zissou
my mom is going to the cardiologist
i dont wanna die with my hands tied in God's mouth
i never made a good choice but i find my self leaning towards the end of the road
and im gonna write some stuff, im gonna write a stream of control of myself
its a song and its a meaningful election
it needs to go back to wherever it was born
im a folk man, im a fool for the plan that no one ever pretended was real
it's gotta find out where the Dog is born and where it dies . . .
my life is just a Life.
Byebye.
Stream of Con Trol of My Self
Hello, i been drinkin vodka this late morning stage, because my mom is at the Cardiologist, so that being said, I think I've done some things, and I just wanted to, I had wanted to maybe type a stream of consciousness uh thing. Just a words vomits, but it's a lot easier if I just say it or sing it.
And so I'm gonna go. I'm gonna do a 2 minute stream of consciousness poetry slam. Okay, it's almost at a minute. I'll go to 3 minutes. I hope you can handle it, Ha . . . . [ n d l e ]
O, my face is just a rhyme on the super human time that comes down from the next level up.
He makes mistakes like me and he has my same name and face, but it makes a lot less sense than when the human race designs the polygraphic metamorphic singleton deck.
He washes it with his tongue and he makes the sluts all cum. Sorry about that. He made more mistakes, but he couldn't face the erasure of the 1989 world series.
She made her own mind out of clay and lime and pieces of steak.
She was great at looking for time beyond her eyes. Never look beyond your own navel.
It makes the universe seem like a craven morsel of flesh.
She made her mind inside her womb.
Everyone bloomed, because the world rained onto itself.
It made no sense, but that made no difference.
Watch it and Learn and do not discern the Lady
and do everything I say and do whatever I don't.
She's already gone forever.
She's flying high under the weather.
The radar's broke, cuz we never fixed it
In any way the Moon will devour the day.
The Engines are mad at the Iroquois.
What is plan, what is a ploy?
Who is a god, who is a boy?
I don't know where / if I am boy.
My rice is holy, my rice is black
My god is good, my god's my attack
rice / God
we eat dirty spanish rice after salads to nite
The Road is Brown and bloody.
The Snow is song and Slutty.
What you Know is not Your own life.
Everything is like a Scam.
Some people make anything to try to make you make their lives better.
The exchange of goods and services for the Currency
The weight of the world
The weight of your soul
They weigh nothing.
The meaning of this song
The silt of your throng
I am Bright as a Lady in Waiting.
We can take it down to the Floor.
We don't have to feel this anyMore.
There's so much that we just can't igNore.
sung yesterday
I don't think life exists,
not how we think.
Does intelligence exist?
We are slugs squirming searching for a leaf or grains of salt to heal or damage ourselves, our cells.
We are stars falling, in unknown ways, and rising, from new different perspectives, in old familiar ways
Her body is made of little crushed stars, i love mitski
and sings
songs
God is 3 we are one
i dont wanna talk about anything
i dont wanna talk about anything
i wanna kiss kiss kiss your eyes sleeping
wanna sleep on you while you're driving
i dont wanna talk about anyone
i dont wanna talk about anyone
i wanna know You're real when i'm dying
wanna meet God with a good mind.
inspired by anything by Adrianne Lenker
i saw and heard her NPR home concert
There is nothing but Rain.
It feels so good to be constantly washed
from the head down.
It feels cool like a drink of water.
A cool head,
face to the sky,
We relive every second
like it is our last
and our first.
Bloddy wakes at 9:09 at night. He sees the digital clock. He thinks in England {and other areas} it is 21:09. In the United States of America, 21 is the legal drink age. In England, Drunk Driving is called drink drive. "Bloddy thought all these words, but never had guts to spill," thought Bloddy Mashoo.
"Is this confoosing enoof foor Yoo?" Bloddy makes the point, in his mind. So, there, he rises like a rose from his bed. It is mostly dark, the bed room, the housely. Bloddy named his house housely. Housely he roams and wanders the walled and ceilinged and floored areas. He is thirsty. He thinks of himself as a 'thirsty animal.'
At 9:11, he steps to his frigerator. He opens. He grasps a water bottle half 'full' of water. He opens. He drinks a bit of water. His eyes are bleary, like water that is tinged with dark holes of alcohol and sweet trims of oil, like from a ship or a bottle, but never a ship in a bottle, like some would say, though I know not who those some may ever be. Bloddy thinks, "The I in the previous sentence may be me."
Purest Forms -
A Bit of History
Bloddy Mashoo was born in 1902 to Mary Hell and Dream Bell (not his real name of ucking course; he changed it after falling in love with Mary.) They had lived in Dover for nigh on 30 years, then abrubtly moved to Burlington, New Hampshire, on the United States of America. They were secret alcoholics, meaning they never drank. Never means never. Their 4 parents were truly horrible, beatings and slavery and Hell and what-not. Mary has a 1-inch scar above her left eyebrow. Dream has bad guts, usually rushing to restrooms, reading a book on health and other disasters. Mary spoke often out against her parents, exposing evil. Dream chose to forget mostly. He tried to shed light on Earth. Dream Bell would shed Light on Earth. Mary lost almost everything, not the least of which was patience. At nine years old, Dream died. The 4-year funeral changed Bloddy's mind. He emerged in the middle of his puberty, wet, wild and well-bled. He had 2 friends on and off again, who remained so for as long as two of the 3 lived. Bloddy made a break from Burlington at 18. Unsynchronously, he's lived on England, Scotland, Belgium, Jamaica, Long Island, New York, Austin, Texas, St. Paul and
waxahatchee
and Toledo
, Spain or Ohio,
we'll never know.
A Scene
Bloddy gets back to his one bedroom apartment at 5:05. He opens
a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon from France. He peels off some foil. He tips the bottle up to his lips and drinks. A few gulps and minutes later, he sighs into the couch, leather deep and blue. His eyes almost cross, he crosses himself unconsciously and forgets all the names he's known. For 2 seconds he feels himself almost faint, head and neck swaying. He gets horny enough to run into a neighbor's apartment and tear himself open, to open
himself. But he doesn't. He'd stay up every morning and watch the boiler till it started boiling. It was a good exercise. It was fun, he's said since he was being a boy. He sleeps.
.... Where is it? Is it in there? Yeah, it may be in there....
Out loud to himself at 3:39, gazing to the black invisible ceiling...
Nasally, he breathes in for 5 seconds and out for 7. Breath whooshes on the plain white-cased pillow. For what may be forever, Bloddy stares at the inside of his mind.
A jug of vodka costs 9.99 plus sales tax.
A joint on the end table, between the couch and the front door, is cased by a cockroach. A friend gave it to him. They disappeared, literally. The cockroach has many friends. He never smoked. The light brought Them out then put them back in.
Too shoes - dirty dusty sneaky, dimly strangerly waiting by the door - Bloddy sees, and hears and thinks to the thoughts and the readers,
" Go anywhere. Do anything. "
Loving in God, is what Bloddy thought was the word.
It is.
U. S - based operations
makes you sick but makes you fun
U. S - based operations
makes you sick , also makes fun
Station Eleven is real good .
you may want to watch it .
i wanna read it when i am back in the u.s.a. , after being on the united kingdom, grate brittan .
pictures :
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Previously to the 9 a.m. hour, I am soaking in our highly chlorinated inflated hot tub.
I thought I will shave my pubes on Thursday, but I remembered she goes next week.
When she goes to readsleep, I can recycle the 1.5 liter whisky bottle.
It don't matter.
It does not matter to me.
I keep forgetting the timing.
' Nother little bonus song, ; ' Save my life it's ovverrated, i got the dirtiest pussy 4 U. '
Leave us alone
with God.
Lil fat baby
lil fatt baby-y
All you need to be afraid of the universe
Leave Us
Alone with God
