the easier wood gives slight to midnight faces, sometimes developing leather-like wrinkles and pretending to walk upright, the easier creeks bend. Spaghetti straps tend to replicate method of pretending as they fall or give. Habitats suckle on huge nipples from outside the woodland home, gaped open for the mammals and insects to resurrect their aging soils. Tied knee deep within was a small girl. Her bike, fresh out of training lay nearby, her hair had been burnt off by a blow torch. Her scabbing scalp left bleeding, sensitive to the touch, to the slap of stained wet clothing wrapped around proper seating, smells of velvet whisping in front of her electric nose and sweat, throat perched on a thin log burning out at one end. The foil folds amongst the paper trail held often good foods, but none she could reach. The closest to her were traces of goiter and dung covered in the skin and hair of previous delicates. Milk splashed her numerous parts and laughter dangled its single testicled lies above her nearly impotent face. She asked for forgiveness this time, she asked for cake and ice cream as well and then all the happy forest animals came to play and enjoy in the cake and ice cream…and jupiter jump and the show was over.
inspired by orphans
About the Major Record Industry as a “hole.”
Strangled bloody lung fucking-Swinging global hits from a toasted sick bag and years. just angry from eating all the puff paints in the rain. thousand hits at number one blew out by a trail of dandelions in a foggy boat ride. Simple stagnant mentally cripple fucks eating cum from the shit tasty frosty mug slides lining the highways covered in popsensitive umbrella toppings and tables made from luncheon meat and hazy afterbirth smiles painted in a rainbow fasion so all the robotic feti know where to go spend their first paychecks or that of the breeding asshole that shat them into tomorrow and forgot to flush. Goo stained piles of goo thrusting into evil canyons, then covered in cement not intended for travel. spacy waves hover in the swamp lands that ooze very berry extra fruity stool samples into soft serve cellular ball throwing machines similar to the tennis ones, but douche operated.
Baby chicken legs shoved or injected in the cavities of polar bears fried on sticks, hung in sweaters for heated billboards. Gasoline soaked anal trophs scoop into the souls and emotions of the green and brown shirted banner ads, disintegrating them like invisible cups or mugs. they suck down rapids of what they know to like in exchange for actually knowing and cry bald plastic tears that could make beaded necklaces for Africa or smile in paper sacks for a little while. No one brings their lunch anymore. Very few bring snacks. So how do we know about the other meats and colors. How do we know what we aren’t trying isn’t the best? How do we know that more of them won’t make less of it better over time? Shit is shit. Eat it up, fucking fucks.
indigesticide…
I remember holding two candles made of wax and strong scented elements from far away lands like the mines under Egyptian temples or the great marsh lands of Bhurma, or the salt pits at the St. Louis Zoo. Smelling them. Breathing in deep. Often tasting them. “These are two completely different candles,” I thought to myself in disarray. Dizzy and disordered, I put them back on the shelves. Others will certainly not believe what I have believed or encountered. The candles at Pier 1 Imports smell slightly better than those at Target and are minimally more appealing. Just go there. You will see for yourself. If only we could take all the candles from all the Pier 1 Imports around the world, melt them down and create one giant candle. Maybe the candle has a slide in it…in fact, maybe thats how the offices are at the mines where they dig for wax to make the candles. They probably build a new wax slide every week. They probably drive wax cars to work and feast on golden spray-painted wax fruits and a cornucopia of sweet waxy delights. And then there are the human candles……Here is a beautiful Paris Hilton candle. What a lovely table setting we will have with a few of these babies this Thanksgiving Holiday.
