Painless Peace

Last night I masturbated to the sound of the seconds ticking on a clock.

Forces Of Sanctity

what's so hard to understand?
i smile at the sky and cry in the sand

Making Sense In The Morning

How I Feel About Today. By Yasmin Muckacock. The news shouldn't talk to me like that. Stop reeling this information with such a smug indifference or neutral position and tone. A hurricane is taking over headlines right now. They're basically telling me to run for my fucking life. How am I to process this without the proper consolation from the empathetic information source? Should I go to work? Please say no. By God, I hope the president of the powerhouse orders me not to go to work.

Gregor Samsa mentality. But fuck, dude, it's a violent hurricane we gots a'comin. It's going to be impossible to get to work. On top of not sleeping, I believe I may pass out or experience symptoms of unbearability. Jobs that need you to be sexy do not need you to be uncomfortable, unless you're in an amateur porn and you're supposed to look shy and curious.

Another problem with the media: POP DIVAS.

PEEBODY.

does anybody know what day it is anymore
i cannot save myself

Medusa's Orchard

not numb to what you say
covering my body molding me in clay
blood soaking the stone
kisses licked living fruition tear stained
permeable skin liquid shirt
rowboat in Rhode Island
galled rip current surfing

What do you think you'd be called if you were stuck on a map?

Sitting In A Room Getting Made Fun Of By A Clown

My feet stink. I hate the focking news. Without trust, there is no love! I wonder if it was love or lust as a child, when the people were voluntarily stuck inside the television box because it was their destiny that they fulfilled earnestly. The lovely powdered people pat me on the head with their courageously imparted tales, assuring me that I was stupid enough to believe them, and in this day, instead I feel betrayed. Betrayal comparable to a trusted sales associate and style consultant who ridicules you by complimenting you, adding more insult to injury by essentially leaving you unaware that you were being ridiculed and will continue to be ridiculed for your obliviousness.

The standard of quality to the concentrated peoples is nothing but shallow veins, clogged valves, and a pathetic parasitic reliance on the Earth!

I Love Blank Spaces Without Borders That Seem To Attract The Meaning & Love-less Multitudinous Drone-Fodder Searching Fecklessly For Adoration!

i like blank spaces without borders
AND THAT IS WHAT I LIKE

when you were sick, you stayed home
you told me everything
it stuck to me like home in the city
i wasn't ready to leave

gleam famous rock obstinate
creatures of small dark places
not belonging of sad marked caves
indecent grotto shallow stomach grave

pity the weaker
POSTULATE, ANSWER?
nod need near sir
prettier than cancer
CLEAN
FEEBLE
FRIGHTENED
TORN
NAKED
CLOTH SOAKED IN BRINY WINE FINGER SLIME DITTIES RHYME COLD CLEMENTINES KNOCK OUT THE TASTE
WITH LIME

get it out the dog's mouth before the lady
CHOKES ON HER OWN surprise
one foot, two feet, left feet, three piece, estrange these drained seas on
both feet

tip toe trapped in coral
a wedding feast for buried knees
the tide is washing over me constantly it screams like whale feed during
time to breed
stepped on oyster shells popped out a string of beads
wore it around me danced and fell through glass like the highest reach of a swing
god's breath don't stink

anyway if you want to reach the peach on the tree
make sure you don't hit god while he is sleeping
make sure you can see past your atmospheric boundaries
he doesn't like to be bothered when he's sleeping
and he sure doesnt't want to wake up and catch you
stealing!