(i) Point my eyes down to Earth, the Ground in front of me.
Deference
Take everything as slowly as possible.
Do nothing for as long as possible.
Wait forever until it's not hard any more.
Mist fog, walk dawnrise the lowly only car hood
inda, indus tigris, inundate floods
be my girl Friend, all alone in apartments
pasta beans death peace
driven by
pass for all saints
The End
Let's wake up 30 minutes before sunrise.
Let's go play that traffic game named Traffic.
Let's go down to Ember City.
Let's leave all the lights off and put in a DVD.
Let's have sex with Saoirse Ronin and Bill Murray at the same time.
Everyone is dead in side.
The lights are burning, the graves are dug
Let's be 13 years old.
Let's Cut Our Hands
And Bleed.
orangeness from your sleepy eyes
(i) Lock my self in the basement for a whole week
at a time.
Don't flip up the light switch. I don't got a knife.
Drove myself to the little park full of Sun's shine
Little children everywhere, They don't got a life.
They don't gotta life.
Doing Triangles in the Summer
The library's closed but the school is back up and runnin.
Kids sit on blue metal benches.
What that shit they put on them to keep them from stinkin?
Burnin the skin of my thighs
Leaving life in my lies
Babylonian Saboteur
BabylOnian SabotEUr
I'm in the duodenum, The Duodenum
In the Loire valley I'm a beastie boy in the dark forest of the Soul.
In the noir valley I'm a Beastie Boy in the dark forest of the soul.
I juts listened to / watched / read Savannnah Brown's loving like an existentialist
compared Us.
Cataracts - my step mom said.
Because my eyes are bluish , most vulnerable. I peed outside the south side.
I would rather go blind.
Than anything else.
On one half of a bottle of rose wine, in one and one half cans
I said , it feels so good . I knew from the first taste.
I'll eat a weed chocolate
then go
Trick or Treating....
Doin' corpse pose this morn',
I am grateful for clean water and good food
and my arms and legs and fingers, opposable thumbs, my senses
my memory and Reason.
4
if the in the of the
The gathering of magics of playing of card boards.
To be together
Forever.
The End
I was once a poor manufacturer under the Tuscan sun weeping like a nightmarish woman Is holding my own face in high levels of boredom and washboard abs I was looking Is for a big hands and wanting a little Wang.
I can no longer go slowly I must whisper my mind out of a car's dream I wanted to lay down on your hanging on a mechanic quick quick quick I was fleeting I was a feeling of thought a mission emotion I f***** Your hands like a sleepy potion while a bees wall of these wingers and try embarrassed don't fall down the liquid path of regrets reigning in your f****** face I don't give a f****** f*** about your little whiteness.
The deer rumbles of Lewis Carroll and Charles dotcherson must remember to wake up when there only little boys inside the back aches of wandering through no one else's metaphorical dreams of Of Bobby elong coming I don't wish I were a temporary and sweet sweeping Brown Brown Brown folds of mommy d*** the white whale and The turnpike's are looking like elephant beamsunder houses that if they're getting washed the walls with no one else is possible or Possible religion.
I open the case of retarted greenleaf let us dream in an offal pirouette
Galaxy. The motor Car nips the Butt off gravy penis man Servile queer Time midget Ninja quiet
Like a been star, load of human hunks, lopping hero balls Off just jump start
the light in your hellth Bar
Quiet a nice noon
Quit. I drag my asshole into our body of work, politic arena
jobs
necktie creampie rodeo flatulence
i umpire your dog's free guts under auspicious derailed derelict government offices look at the rising
perpetual funk slave
gone to be west
Urn in the dieted universe that They left for us...
My lips are turning to fuzzy moss and falling off.
My lips are bleeding off my face.
My blood is thicc like chocolate wine.
Chocolate vodka is her worst nightmare hang over.
Someone's been brutally mutilated.
Someone's been brutally mutilated.
It's 7:19 a.m. The sun is up. The wind is cold. Damp in every pore of Earth and Heaven.
Everyone's awake and walks towards them
Now walks steadily towards Them.
cool cats and cool cows
Give me all your money how.
Leonard Cohen sings Sop(gun)ano's on Grand Theft Auto 3, bridge industrial park
Come on, Rain
Come down on me.
sweet sweet grey dawn, a light blueness wake up, The whole outside world is gonna blow up, Napalm the air is fire or something, red orange yellow white, We are all okay inside our walls and windows won't break,
because God loves us too much to make sense.
> From: Philip McShane <pmcshane@shaw.ca>
