THIS IS EMBARASSING.
I <3 cephalopods
I <3 cephalopods, especially ancient golden ratio ones.
--- seriously though
I need to take some
medicine
Wishes don’t win races.
Wishes don’t win races.
Wishes don’t win races.
CAN ALL THE WORDS BE CRAZY?
We ran out of butter and that was the start of all our troubles.
THAT WAS THE ENTIRE POINT
Using too much vegetable oil is a sure way to end an otherwise stable friendship.
Well, guess it’s time to restart now. No pressure.
I wish I didn’t win races.
Andy Bernard doesn’t lose contests.
He wins them.
Or quits them because they are unfair.
I am sometimes constantly uniquely typical
and freshly stale.
I’m always finding new and
exciting ways
to be bored.
“He made a Judith Butler joke and waved his tongue like Lucifer”
See what I mean?
There is no solution
Why has nobody filled in the blanks yet?
SOMEBODY FILL IN THE BLANKS
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“That is not dead which can eternal lie / with strange aeons even death may die.” Cthulhu Hagn!
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I cried when my father shaved his beard
I remember that quote, she said
“Prose is the name of the game today. I’m still too young to feel.” –Carlos Bernstein
Anthony Bordainnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!
Growing pains
tingles prickle up & down
the lanes of my brain
Expanding & shrinking,
I do I do believe that I am
just beginning to understand.
I was _____
through a _____
full of hundreds of yellow _____
when I discovered that there were two little _____
following me. After I had crossed the _____
I realized I would probably never find my way back again, so I _____
myself.
IwasbutterthroughastourtfullofhundredsofyellowtroubleswhenIdiscoveredthatthereweretwolittleaeonsfollowingme.AfterIhadcrossedtheseasoningIrealizedIwouldprobablyneverfindmywaybackagain,soIlosemyself.
I miss him the most when it snows.
The snow doesn’t yes it does stop. The cold never stops. Camus once said he had an eternal & invincible summer, but where is mine? It is so cold.
after the blizzard of ’96.
I, I remember that thing about seasons, about seasoning, she though it was wrong to weather her food, taste her weather, but she said, can’t you, taste friendship? No
I don’t want it,
the pressure,
I buckle.
I cringe.
Yet the only thing worse than overload
is rejection.
Pressure can be solved by chocolate. Or maybe exacerbated. I’m not sure.
Stale nachos, stale wings, stale pizza.
ice cream and cakety cake
season unending
peanut butter jelly
stone foundations undermined
time foundation, eternal
peanut cream, ice butter,
undermined unending cakety jelly
clarity undermined cake
stone-season
least mode
you get grooves in the paint, or something like a little avalanche.
pictures make my job harder, but maybe more interesting
Eternal clarity
I used to have problems with linear time – chronologies confused me. Today, tomorrow, yesterday were used interchangeably. What is today but yesterday’s tomorrow but yesterday’s yesterday tomorrow today?
Ephemeral Muddying
i less than three you
à love you more, no less
love is hopeless
red cup
coffee cup
cup of joe
auburn rim
tortoise spectacles
frame eyes
up above crossed
patterns,
clashing prints
that somehow
match,
compliment
broken-hearted?! Wow, I like that!
I feel like I’m dying
but since everyday we’re
traveling to a certain
death, isn’t every feeling
one of decay?
Repeat after me: I am hungry
like a wolf.
Feed me your thoughts & desires.
Don’t you just hate it
when things come to a head? I mean,
especially if those things are, like,
bullets or chainsaws or whatever.
I wouldn’t want any of those
coming at my head.
refreshing fizz…
ember paste or cokety coke
seasoning und end
jelly butters peanut
flesh facades determined
zero calorie smile and
okay forever with a
fossilized language
Basque mystery
San Sebastian eating clubs
Jay swiss fame cum on loop.
Je ne sais pas
Je ne sais plus
Que horas son mi corayon
what a load of bullshit, no?
This Dream Is Just Beginning! –w4w- (Allentown)
Figures & tables
scatter categories
about the line of best fit.
RE: To the faux intellectual with the rubber spine – w4m – (Purgatory)
This dream is over…-w4m- (Delco)
Drink a coke with you
and everything will be
Spectacular parabolas of
quivering phlegm
Lorem ipsum
Dulce et decorum est
por part patria mori –
phonetics. kinetics. numeric.
mechanic.
what a load of bullshit, no?
