Friday, May 6, 2011


apples to apples

dusk to dusk.

my sappy poetree is the shade for the critters that love me.

oh critters. oh babies. i'ma gonna put you all in my zoo.

my menagerie, under glass

the sap the sap who played the sap who made the syrup?

who taught you about love anyway?

it was the weird woman.  DEE OH TEE MAH

but not through her directly. it was through a friend who heard it from her who told everyone at a party about her and then someone from the party told another party who told some other guy and it was written by playdoh and then i read about it.

what was it, though?

it was of something. it was of nothing.

love is the absence. the desire of presence.

love is alot like writing. always absent. absentee vote or absentee love?

well ronnie james dieu, i just dont know.



satanic sex rite

beelzebub, thongs, altar;

the safe word? pink sock.

o bhikkus o bhikkunis

what are we going to do

about all of these birdies

all of these bunnies

all of these giraffes?

all of the ghosts? where will they go?

will my ghostfriend find happiness?

find it! get it!

dig it up and roll around in it!

just as soon as you're defeated, you realize that you're on your way to victory.


no. just goo.


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