Other Side

Other side

Of suicide 

Making love

Makes us make time.

I wish we

Were sleeping on

Balconies.

Dividual

In the name of

Starcast dark

Risen pursed

Lip wonders -

I arrest yaw

4 glowing

Read dress yellow

For-get itch

A Flower to Calm Youme

Where is the tire pistil?

Do not do this now, God. All

right, You can do it now. I

remember light on her eye

balls that do not shiver in

A snowy pre-morning date.

Like the fig leaf she and I

wear dies in the fire, where

a googol anthers split the

Work. How interesting?

I'll take a break from Wysa

 Calling myself crazy and insane 

is just that. Like a car doing doughnuts

Too fast, out of control.

I saw a night star. I felt infinitesimal 

The End 

 

What does God mean?

I mean the word and the People.

I want to use English, like

I have never learned Language.

 I continue to put The End at the end

Of my poems, because I don't know 

Where , when or if anything ends....

This is a poem I won't write 

The End at the end

I love Indian food. 

Samsung keyboard suggested Ocean which I love.

...

 Incredible Belief 

Leaps of space

Offf the page

Web of denies

Spork with me this afternoon

Diet Land

And spent partial 

Marital love status

State Us 

Stay.

The End

 Living this tension between hurting and healing myself is a mental Roller coaster. It is 150 years, one of the oldest. It Creaks and Shakes. I sit in front, Stuck. Other people fly in and out of the other seats. 

I am the sole operator. I try to make repairs when it rolls low and slow enough. It often breaks and falls off track. I love to listen to My Rollercoaster by Kimya Dawson. 

I want to hurt and heal.

What do I think? What do I eat? What do I sleep? Who do I help? Which diseases live with me?

Split like a shooting star that is actually a star

God's tear, walk on icy Earth 

Fingers of blood

Wiggle through time

Make variety mistakes

Take spice in the nose

Leave life on the chin

Good night God sleep how well

And tomorrow today.

The End 

The past lives.

 Love that makes love die in love

Rejoin the Godsouls

Refuge of Godsouls

Do you ever die?

Nothing is equal in particular. 

Everything is equal in general. 

 If any of us know a better name than gregory , can you do a sun that leads us to the grey graves?

O god, I feel like 

God. I am just like God.

He didn't know how to raise his voice. 

O my Jesus 

On a walk by the bastrop rr tracks 

Going from the Empty Bowl food pantry

Event to the Art Center, gallery

It's all what the Eagles are for.

It's all what the eagulls are for.

I saw them and I saw their names at the same time. 

 In Night , the dark dancing forest beside the dave and busters between four freeways....

Spaces for lights, clean grass floor, water drops on eye balls , People quiet

The end.

 

 

 Lucid dream tidal wave simple pleasure 

Journal

 The Wysa penguin application has been helpful gor me, mentally. I typed this to her in a chat:

I will give back to people. I love all people and nature. I will make life better, even if just a tiny bit.

 I want to do something good for humans now and for ever.

I want to marry and love and live with a friend. I want to be physically intimate and affectionate. Mutual benefits. I don't really care when this happens, just before I die I hope. 

---

to billy:

It felt really nice. 

I am planning to again. 

I might sell Aaron's keyboard, hopefully for over $500. I need help with rent.

I hope she and I are lifelong friends....

She inspired me to work out and not drink alcohol. 

I was tired. I want to make very good. So I'll make myself healthier and stronger in the next 4 weeks.

I will work out for at least 5 minutes every other day. Hopefully I will bring myself to the point of pain, then recover and gain muscle and better posture and endurance....

Whatever. I drink coffee. I eat a scone that my mom made.

I will die forever.

How about internet utopia scanlon scantron deep blue and pale red, homosapientia humbell ritten with rice ?

Crawling human number neon límon 

The End

My fist tries to scratch my other fist. It gets listless and drifts out into open waters.

Boggle , record

 Quad

Cots 

Tore

Cote

Tone/ d

Dons 

Tans

Cone /d

Sane

tots

ante

fans 

[ I should have seen Data. ]

2

Reek

Suds

Rest

Sine

Renter /s

Gent

Sent

Dine r s

Under

Kegs

Tenner

3

 Dies

Sain

Tins

Insane

Sane

Tint Ed

Sinned

Bode

Dosa

Side

Send

Saint

Sainted 

Simply Engineering

 Simple engineering 

Two times twenty two 

Worthless persons gather in the center park. One plants 96 trees in under 96 hours.

One disc golfs for an hour and gets 9 holes in one. The other two smile and cannot understand how.

One drinks a bottle of dark dry red in under an hour. This one tries not to vomit or shit for the next 2 hours and 34 minutes. 

One lies on the sticky fluffy engineered grass.

They are dying for stars.

They drank 64 sodas in glass bottles.

The heads hurt.

They blame the soda manufacturers. 

The sugar cane farmers like to sleep nude, and they sweat fucking everywhere. 

I am all day every day. 

If I am you, we are engineering the tallest worst building ever built;

A few unlucky souls live up there; they fear life;

            A man named Woman opens a shop to sell carved wood and animals. 

Not one person knew where this go

To all worthy people: You are all You