whether head or heart both are full of blood

both know somewhere what they want

shapeless form

dreaming heart

basked in the darkness surrounded by ribs

dreaming head

swimming in senses knowing it will end

goodnight

while you wait for the others

While you wait for the others
to make it all worthwhile
all your useless pretentions
are weighing on my time
you could beg for forgiveness
as long as you like
or just wait out the evening
and always ask me why
yes youll only leave me dry
so ill ask you kindly to make your way

and what was there
the perfect glare
we all fall through

while you wait on the answers
that ill pretend to find
keeping up with emotions
still occupies our time
you could hope for substance
as long as you like
or just wait out the evening
and always ask me why
yes youll always ask me why
ill ask you kindly to make your way

and what was left
the perfect glare
we all fall through

and all we want

and what was there
and what was there
and what wasnt there

Psalm 73

“For I envied the arrogant
when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.

“They have no struggles;
their bodies are healthy and strong.
They are free from the burdens common to man;
they are not plagued by human ills.
Therefore pride is their necklace;
they clothe themselves with violence.
From their callous hearts comes iniquity;
the evil conceits of their minds know no limits.
They scoff, and speak with malice;
in their arrogance they threaten oppression.
Their mouths lay claim to heaven,
and their tongues take possession of the earth.
Therefore their people turn to them
and drink up waters in abundance.

“… Surely in vain have I kept my heart pure;
in vain have I washed my hands in innocence.”

“… When I tried to understand all this,
it was oppressive to me
till I entered the sanctuary of the God;
then I understood their final destiny.

“… How suddenly are they destroyed,
completely swept away by terrors!

“… Those who are far from you will perish;
you destroy all who are unfaithful to you.
But as for me, it is good to be near God.”

Dory

Oh wildly cohering in a watery deep
we’ll drop her down to the bottom
we’ll drop her down like she’s nothing,
and the water is all

the water is still in a wilder deep
we’ll swim around like two dories
we’ll swim around like two dories
let loose in the bay

we’ll miss the heady
hold on make steady, go
there is no plenty
even keel already gone

I can’t be here all hour (such a riot)
I can’t deserve this trouble
I can’t be here all hour (such a riot)
I can’t describe

I can’t be here all hour (such a riot)
I can’t describe this, no (oh what a riot)
I can’t be here all hour (oh such a riot)
I can’t describe this, no

… What though the field be lost?
All is not lost—the unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield:
And what is else not to be overcome?
That glory never shall his wrath or might
Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace
With suppliant knee, and deify his power
Who, from the terror of this arm, so late
Doubted his empire—that were low indeed

Old is negro lesbian dwarve-ish

Him
He impressed me much
that one time
in relating a personal experience
he had to an abstract sound
he had the flu and his fever
had made him hallucinate
and in this dream, this daze
mixed and stirred with an old need
for healthy noise or unhealthy
he began to envelop a
psychedelic band and name witheld
which gave him the impression
the music of death
could actually be an afterlife
the cultures of medias had won
another unwitting compatriot
and good riddance
as there are many examples of idiocy
but why carry on?
besides
if
you are reading this it seems like coded hate
so maybe possibly and definitely it does not matter

2.
I sit in a room
crowded and drunk
loud and stinky
and I forgive
myself for being
like me
crowded, drunk, loud, and stinky
then memory
begins to swill about
and lies to me
about, “what the fuck?”
I scream aloud,
“what the fuck?”
the jack ass says,
“why do as you say?”
“never mind, I need to go away”
I sit in a room
alone and sober
quiet and clean
and I forgive myself for asking
“what the fuck does all of this mean?”

HA HA

Things are very funny.

People always get what they deserve.

I always got what I deserved.

Why shouldn't you?

You never stood for what you demand.
The hill cries out "sir! I suffer yet again!"
We still long to float and fight
Along the river held in our minds so tight

Your resources can never afford to blink
and flood the land between your spheres
and chemical love stories competing for agents
with a bewildered milky bend

There inside your mind
We create a place
A place that never worked right
And some day you will be gone before repaired

You should see the tea now

You should see it in me.
You should play with an aardvark
You should sail crimson sea

You should make up a vacuum
You should not exist
You will never exit
You will never get pissed

I am not you
and you are not me
I am screwballed
and you are diseased

The end?

"For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard–
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding calls not Thee to guard.
For frantic boast and foolish word,
Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord!
Amen."

Assholes and creeps

Does the acorn fall far from the tree. If the squirrels eat the acorn will it die? When they shit out the acorn will it just simply be squirrel shit?

The farce of unknown friendships pass time through the unseen. I do feel fine about it all. I sit in my studio and I look at the me 242 that sits on top of a machine. I think, wtf.

the brief euphoria of life is always betrayed withing the euphoria of death.


Cuckoo!

2morrow

A srange ray frim the sun. Get behinde her and ...................

SPC ECO

I wish I could hide on the inside of a parrot quill.

I have noticed that the fear I have of my pores is increasing. There were times that I could see the tiny monsters jumping into them and swimming about like they were playing marco polo in a tiny plastic swimming pool.