Tyoyeu

Oh-yeah nipple-time

2012-02-02T22:51:00.002-05:00

smell of the quail from across the street

god on my nose

ivory carolers with a broader nose

bought fire on the strength of a miner

oh, science is up on top

went to laminate the Paris-Kwanzaa on a shelf

I cleaned an infant on a saddle

I culled liquor from a ladle

I went blowin’ sexy phones

I won’t be cleanin' windows

I see you when my loaf grows

Son, the scallion went into my gi

I read my Christmas Humphries

Earl, I’ll take my Talmud

I’m workin’ my lemon prime

On a Megaphone

2012-01-11T13:28:00.002-05:00

When I woke

your God

might be hard to handle

like a flavor burns

but can it be a flame

If you pull them all together

oh hell I can’t explain

where where were you

I can laugh in the face

I’ll never be the same

oh that sleep force should be over

by now I know

Go until you stop

2011-12-31T23:52:00.000-05:00

O having
Is it real

2011-12-31T13:55:00.001-05:00

She's a plane
Yell me everything I need

Your rainbow
In an enemy electric life

Burn it up around a campfire
Let me feel the saw

Maybe I can feel you
That's enough

Crazy Luck

2011-12-31T13:51:00.001-05:00

I can hear her harpe
When I come to a head
And I like her feet
Kiss her
Hug her tie
In a maybe home

Marvelous Knife

2011-12-31T13:48:00.002-05:00

Up above in your ice
All of these kites

In all the nights
In all the songs

In a trireme to the place
In all the soft moon

With a you
With a you

Get it Myself

2011-12-31T13:43:00.001-05:00

Half a mouth
A silver crown
A hex against the fence

Hope-a-dope rain
He looked all alone
Hey there you are

Pigtails and Tragic Fear

2011-12-30T14:20:00.001-05:00

Out on the leaving

If I’m a pool I’ll be a pool

Then I’m the captain of America

Thailand I’m the captain of America

Happy ever after with the comet gone

I’ll put my cake down on you

Kiss on a lick

Your cake was taken from me

All I have is it

Your face

Your luck

Your treat

I’m writing for the Parve sailor

We’ll bet my kids

Got no friends in ink

No plans I’ve managed to keep

YOUTERNAL

2011-12-30T14:15:00.001-05:00

Is it you or just

A brim in the skies

I saw something tucked in shame

I try so hard

I just can’t sleep

Tell me who I seem

I walk this world in where

I don’t trust my stare

You play the loving walk

We should have the altar

Where your heart looked twice

Moss in the big darkness

God have mercy on the man

Who doesn’t eat your dust

Sitting on a Little Stool

2011-12-30T14:10:00.002-05:00

Hands made of ticket smiles

I can feel the sauce still

Robert Bly singing

My wife in a farmhouse

Hindu this tunnel

Groom of shadows

Simple and nuts

Hand meets woman

Just a ton of old love

Cannerchew

2011-12-30T14:04:00.000-05:00

Rain on the telephone

Here in her boat till the morning

Wiped out the dishes

Take the moaning and make it

What's Your Dungeon?

2011-12-20T23:44:00.002-05:00

I cut a living
gif

I can't husband
the ground

Ugh, My Love

2011-12-19T15:04:00.001-05:00

All night long

Oh the sound

Search my sword

I should search in my very sword

My fairy sword

I shouldn’t search in my very sword

Inside of me

Memphis risk

My tears have flown

Hella my tears like water

All my tears that whine

All about this that

Wordy lion

In sadder me

That’s not that’s not

‘Tudey lion

Side of meat

Wet from Denmark

All for a brand new start

Now for a brand new start

Off a brand new start

Oh years

Music

2011-12-19T14:56:00.001-05:00

Hefty wheel slang

We waft down the avenue okay

In the style

In wheat’s mouth

In a whole worthwhile

Yes yes yes

Yes it’s this

Snickerdoodle!

Woo!

Caw!

Woo!

When your year of music’s ringing

And the fever in your heart

We cave from the backstreet

Summer red dress

And all the risks

Ow!

I can’t stand myself

We gonna placate the violin

Listen/hasten

I didn’t know

I just got home from a gate

I saw you standing on the sea

I just want you on this windowsill here

I want you to come on in behind this story

I want you to just move on up on this letterbox

I’m just a little pig now

If you just open up a little bit

Come on in

We don’t stay up all night long

A miracle run across a field

You know how it feels

Gonna stare out all night long

Now we wheeze home a little bit

Dig this

And the healing

And the keeling

It’s the house I had with Sally

2011-11-29T17:51:00.001-05:00

when the
wings penetrate sandwiched
lunch and buttered wine.
IF I had Sally I would definitely
be there but it feels like Sally’s
ride took just her a wee bit
too deep! Whoops goes the baker’s
wheat-all dinosaur bread.
Say “Howdy, Rabbi” when Rabbi Ha’Udi
comes around; say, how’d you love
some dark ribeye with that thousand
island thing in halibut breadcrumb coulis?
Can I even oven that with cheese-curds, Rabbi?
Can old batter-Abe’s Biscuit-n-flapjacks-n-andouille
even evaporate the sauce-God’s jowls?

To Her Gesture's Smile

2011-11-29T14:59:00.005-05:00

Get in the way she smacks

I’m sure you see that soup

You did not need my air

Your cloud lacquer

Rock surgeon masks

Snatch your love this time

I want it back you

Your face I swear

I was never that way

Did you think I knew you were bored

You would laugh and cry at a single sow

Devil stadium and the policemen with all these eyes

Ass so proud you broke it on the beach

I caressed your cheese

Lunchbacked

2011-11-29T14:59:00.002-05:00

poison-hooved

wheeled in love

pooped in his spokes

the roadside, a tent

the angel’s tie

precious paint

the interstate’s chode

fine, I’ll win

into the source

in the train a brow

against the weather

often the distance

the marble

a naked fear

the angel’s bone

2011-11-16T17:47:00.001-05:00

a little seder that you set
high, a brie

texted to you now
for your health

2011-11-16T17:46:00.001-05:00

I used the nail file

and blew up

and the weekend tears

vague as the girls

It’s still, fresh

but you must have done this before

you’ve got your gods up

and I do too

I feel like I’d know

the real Pert

I remember stinking in the pool
it's all nude shit

you said that in human
it worked out fine, man

2011-11-16T17:39:00.001-05:00

I’m one light away from the sandwich

I don’t want chocolate trumpets

just say you love me

now and I’m pinin’

we live in a chain

world together

I’ll end up a lion

Eunoia, and people know it

Orbs in a Barrel

2011-11-10T13:42:00.002-05:00

The lost smell on your breath as I helped to get it in

Your body’s shoddy change

Dust on your scale

Just whisper the word tomorrow

Nixon moments

A big drinking sunshine

The beat of your heart

The beat or your heart

Hey Pretty Island

2011-11-10T13:37:00.001-05:00

Last night I studied your doorstep

I could smell the same deep cream of summer

In town I pass out grossly

Everybody has a halo

No flying over the courthouse

We are what we’ll do in what we won’t

Trigger Consequences

2011-11-10T13:32:00.002-05:00

A horse drifted off from the radio

The last to dine here on a steak

We all measure the blood we’ve drawn in a mole

We just stack the butts outside the door

If blood was sticks your heart would break

The last ball was a flume—what to do?

There’s some sexy in a sleeping horse

I coach you here in my heart

Faces of the dirty froth

A martyr solid ice

Petitions of drivers as they drive by

It’s true that you’re city geeks

I Got a Corn

2011-11-10T13:27:00.002-05:00

I got a corn in the pump

I got a corn up my sleeve

Something slipping and beyond a box in the river

Icing in the sun

Listen what you see

I could chew in half

The freedom that’s your sauce

I Watched the Bulls

2011-11-10T13:24:00.002-05:00

I watched the Bulls in your back

Your lips a crown of faults

One of us mailed one for free

Slip off one of your fingers

Your dear eyes like wood

Your tears filled the rose-witch

I broke your face with a torch

God didn’t pay for the fall

Blessing Avenue

2011-11-10T13:17:00.001-05:00

Jackie saw him at the door

Keith’s rabbit ball smacks

Big Bangkok shines

I know how to turnpike-wave

The cruller of the evening

Grosser than the ancient town

Breezy when the asses fill

Mutable faith and you

Just saved my life

Down on your magic street

Girls in their summit

Summer cloaks

Test me, why?

2011-11-01T19:50:00.002-05:00

it's island music?

it'd be disgusting,
but it'll be there

sex edge

you can set your
Yashita scales--
it takes two dumps

juice on the
sill

let me light an
electronic fire

2011-11-01T19:49:00.002-05:00

where do you
feel drunkenness?
in the ear?
in the chest?

back + froth

lava is in
the details

love is in the
details

+ genius is in
the details

From the Pocket

2011-10-05T13:41:00.003-05:00

funky cuts
of broccoli

I was talking to
the onion people

game of
chest

every man on
the street would
die & become
love zombies

she was a
white mommy

--

instead of words
I would use clothes

your bike has
now turned into
a television

whenever I have
to sneak into
your world

a lawyer of
awareness

--

Motrin through
the palm trees

it's like this
spreadsheet is
having babies

he's on the
lookout with his
penis eyes

I watched your
little orange plane

I tracked the Hell
out of your flight

--

it was like a
french turd was
what it was like

he fondled 'em
in McDonald's

blue frames

6/4 sweat and
creamy

you're a
sauce-neck
clam

--

infantiquated

FLOOR MONSTER

2011-09-08T16:45:00.002-05:00

capitalism
Clandora’s
condemnations
fundraiser
intensifies
judgements
juxtaposed
modernisms
moralizing
postmodern
reinforces
seriousness
simulacrum
television
transformation
capitalism
Clandora’s
condemnations
fundraiser
intensifies
judgements
juxtaposed
modernisms
moralizing
postmodern
reinforces
seriousness
simulacrum
television
transformation
capitalism
Clandora’s
condemnations
fundraiser
intensifies
judgements
juxtaposed
modernisms
moralizing
postmodern
reinforces
seriousness
simulacrum
television
transformation
capitalism
Clandora’s
condemnations
fundraiser
intensifies
judgements
juxtaposed
modernisms
moralizing
postmodern
reinforces
seriousness
simulacrum
television
transformation
capitalism
Clandora’s
condemnations
fundraiser
intensifies
judgements
juxtaposed
modernisms
moralizing
postmodern
reinforces
seriousness
simulacrum
television
transformation
capitalism
Clandora’s
condemnations
fundraiser
intensifies
judgements
juxtaposed
modernisms
moralizing
postmodern
reinforces
seriousness
simulacrum
television
transformation
capitalism
Clandora’s
condemnations
fundraiser
intensifies
judgements
juxtaposed
modernisms
moralizing
postmodern
reinforces
seriousness
simulacrum
television
transformation

2011-06-14T17:48:00.002-05:00

6 states

9 Länder or Bundesländer

3 Communities, 3 Regions

2 entities (out of which one is itself a federation, consisting of 10cantons)

26 states

10 provinces

3 islands

9 regions

16 Länder or Bundesländer

28 States

18 governorates, including the autonomous region of Kurdistan.

13 states

31 states

4 states

14 zones

36 states
4 provinces

21 republics, 46 oblasts, 9 krais, 1 autonomous oblast, 4 autonomous okrugs, 2 federal-level cities

2 islands/14 parishes

25 states

26 cantons

7 emirates

50 states

23 states

2011-06-04T21:54:00.002-05:00

french horns

wake up w/
mango butt

fuck your lunch

a beard coiffed

Jackson'd out

food dreams

a little
lightning bolt

2011-06-04T21:52:00.001-05:00

it chugs me up

impossible house

raindrops might
fall on my
ass sometimes

Dr. Butt

the idea we're
drawing magical
maps

I don't trust 'em
(your brown
dreams)

2011-06-04T21:50:00.001-05:00

pro-gun &
ant-abortion

he's a statue
at first

Dad's World

it's so ghettoly
"wood-creature"

a mix of
dudes

Doe stoned my case

2011-06-04T21:45:00.001-05:00

I think this dong-weed should escape
sold my guitar to the baker’s son
a few grunts
and I’ll ladle Magdalena
take us to the rainbow
to the desert we’ll be gone
soon the desert will be fog
as the Aztec ruins in the doors of our people
like castanets on storm
when I see the bloody face of the bull
in the cantina, losing my hand
held the gong
the dogs are barking and what’s done is done
through the wrangle
way lucid in the shade
a wheelchair in a tower
and the eering of a goat
your wedding awl
the wading is long, but the end is Neil
with a serpent the burps in your ears
soon the horse will hiccup through the raingear
my head is my blade
clit-Magdalena, look up in the hills

2011-06-04T21:44:00.001-05:00

I’m cootin’ with you around my neck
I send for you an idea
and we haven’t even started
I go along with my cerveza
I’m going to get my Colt
I feel the breath of a ‘stone
has anybody seen my glove?

Whale the Answer

2011-06-04T21:36:00.002-05:00

baby, they called Kid Beast
runny members
they got cod between
the mouth of the man in blue
child of pain
what made them wander dumb and blow you away?
that little rustle
there was tort cake
Jewin’ his brothers
fire prisoners
the priestly cotton in a hounded nymph
the pasty partner
they would never shadow lip
turds is exactly what you get
he played tense in an ambulance
they threw him in the hall one time
blog men
a salmony one
Joey Cagney
a whey bag
and now I want my slime
a child of plague
come and mow you away
armor around too many children
they should never know of Juan
phở emptied out
in a clam bar
to protect his final leaf
Mother Mario did weep
he’s just a sleeve
if that was the grave
in a Brooklyn morn
in a house where he was bored
somewhere heaven, overlooking his preserve

2011-04-28T17:18:00.001-05:00

a sugar toilet

pharaoh's

stravaganza

buried in a
leopard blouse

a can of cold pepsi

polka CD

an angel wrapped
up in a man's
body

All The Questions From The Pocket

2011-04-06T16:29:00.011-05:00

How do you know
what my death
temperature is?

What are you
hoping for in
that cheesecake?

Flare gun
scare ya?

What the fuck?
you're calling
me Seth

you're calling
Lyndsey Wanda

You think you're
the only
spice queen
around here?

That is cool
because it's more
like a diaper,
you know?

Is that a
lava ghost?

Hey--where's your
new sexy shirts
at?!

Would she lap
it out of her hair
and get drunk?

Like a fever?
or in a
sexy way?

aren't these
risky sectors?

what is a snack?

is it a maple
or an oak?
an oak or a maple?

2011-04-05T17:31:00.001-05:00

I think I'm
haunted

a thin darkness
we can see

brick torture

there was another
luge that would
luge into your
mouth

nipple luge

2011-04-05T17:29:00.002-05:00

Circle-jerk
Strauss

I hear Moses
in the bathroom

they load it
on a pig

I'm a zone
that was hidden

and the hurt
eyes are fixed
upon Noah's great
Rambo

2011-03-08T13:56:00.002-05:00

A lusty tiger

now you
just knocked
on the devil's
door

a bitter
wand

3-2-1 I'm
dead

& the Ruth's Chris
under me

2011-03-08T13:55:00.002-05:00

I don't know
what that pasta
was called

I could only
call it
vaginas

it's an adopt-a-
highway in your
heart

as you track your
love's flight paths

2011-03-08T13:54:00.000-05:00

My bowels are
racing

a dwarf hand

age-old
bromance novels

and now it's
actually a
weird light

2011-03-08T13:53:00.001-05:00

Breathin' on
the door

now think about
the power of
4 Biebers

it's an echo
chamber of
beards

would she lap
it out of her hair
& get drunk?

Turn On Some Music

2011-02-18T18:17:00.003-05:00

Dreams of you
sins, all of you
sins we’ve been
a part where I miss you
put on three albums
and it’s on a tape
U-UH!
in an alley-zone
when the music starts
I’m going to build a slow choir
I’ll still be into you
I get sober
let’s get high!
Face Two
just why it is a quandary nobody knows
music’s been my feral pee
takin’ the brain
and my anatomy
it’s my sympathy always stinkin’
you don’t worry about the lorry high
lots of people up
the second jam is falling down
we bring one out
downtown, out the screens
straight into a tsai gi
hours later and I feel insane
you said “Wade, let’s take a freak!”
let me cast my grail
I’m not through yet
this is one life
D-d-d-da Doo Doo!

Treated Wall

2011-02-16T18:51:00.001-05:00

Tree, it won’t
with crosses cut out of mush rain
paying, falling
there
only John taken care of
would I like you, Pain Falling?
a jaunt, would you pay for it?

2011-02-16T18:16:00.001-05:00

But she had big dijon
The basement tapas

Good Night

2011-02-06T00:03:00.002-05:00

Curled the pastels into other pastel darknesses. Darkness covers me in troubling waters, fashions we are burning darkly because we singe softly the singed timbers, timbers of cavalry regiment Nighttime.

Even In That World There's Dick-Shadows

2011-02-05T23:58:00.002-05:00

And dick-shadows emerge unscathed from the shadows, culprit vibes enshadowed. Dick shadows submerged from the shadows' fuselage took refuge under the dick-cheese darkness shadows, dick darkness, dick shadows' dark shadows of their dick and sub-dick dick.

Awesome Early Americans

2011-01-25T18:25:00.001-05:00

Sumptuous tombs in dark halls.

Girls are drawn realistically to suspended

depths in chiaroscuro-warped, pixellated

chest-bumps, their open shawls

fraught with monomaniacal eye-shudders

in-veiling and in-rupting until untold

swords sunk like mud-bones into

mud-dimensions. There, underneath what

behooves you. What what is what is what

is. What? What hoops is. It’s the story

of black holes forged in four corners, or

orange points of the same source. Is your

face similar to my own face? Our togethered

face daggers on the lawn of your personal brewery.

Dinosaur Lyndsey

2011-01-25T18:22:00.003-05:00

Prehistory waits in the dank breakroom of future days. I eat, but creamsicles don’t sustain their heavy congealment. They make little halos of melting orange. Glooped, primordial gaze tells us, “Crack the egg of bodily National Grid.” But our butter- noted index hints at the sundry culprits, the flaming pleasures  everybody already had noticed in Cretaceous Pantyraids, or  Jurassic Gadonkadonks. Pre-yawp-textured, Whitmanesque  baby chaps for everyday hedonism wear their joie-smiles on  crafted leathern head. The priestess said “Should we really freak way back or not necessarily freak in essence?” Only  She could transcribe the Oral-beast sacraments. Only She could dwell in churlishness, housed deep in the really orbed  chaos of the doe-child.

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2011-01-19T18:00:00.003-05:00

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Horoscope Brothers

2011-01-18T18:18:00.001-05:00

Creamsicle-like, we broke up in comic NewWorld 7,
underneath the font dream. Eruptions underneath larger,
less luminous, more secretive, or carved ankh-language
used car-like eruptions so I spoke. Bees said, “Whelk is heavenly,
is scrumptious, is leaning back on the door spiral around
New World 8, beginning with the handle.” Yo dream pounds
away all the Rosetta Stone flour we can muster. You go
out and see and plummet; I was planning a seance/pep
rally for East Meadows Junior World High Seance 9-H.
The constellations of salad of deep green reluctance and
hormonal soup hover miraculously where Lonny thought he
saw her Mir weep. She had vodka-hologram of fragments of
moot leaders’ weather when everything was much like it
“needed to be.” Dr. Curse Williams said, “Gather up,
freaks, your sweet little suppertime items need eating.”

Honkey Palace

2011-01-11T19:57:00.001-05:00

When weavers take up their long, spooled hoagies

and dynamite out doomed salads, everyone chirrups

like they mean to be taken. Feverish bagpipe noises.

Twelve selves enter the acropolis. We each design a

domination room! We were, I think, designers of pre-

domination architecture. Some day, Roland Barthes

will denude hieroglyphically the language of this sign:

severest shrug-orbit-musked office of the Zero-chamber.

Wake and ensnare the baked brie! The tapas-apparition

in inspired towns, like Dacula in Georgia, like Soddy Daisy,

a Quaker heart outpost in Tennessee, like Sharon,

Pennsylvania, wafted bas-relief-style edifice. What strange

makeup she dreams of during her Mardi Gras-saddled swoons;

October madness. Antoine Behemoth cradled one sad

swoonsman, whispering, “Let my people get down and get their

movements going.” And most of them did.

Golden Nudes Asunder

2011-01-03T23:10:00.006-05:00

All people behave accordingly by shutting their fucking irritating mouths about never-ending things. Instead we really straddled between two equally large women-folk, bathing nudely in nothing but really warm hats. Afterwards we went to the old blue Chinese brothel, called "Mighty Old Cunts." Continuing on we came upon something totally unexpected: seven fucking unbelievable cheesecakes drenched in red red sauce, extra whipped to make something taste real. Pillow-talk dreams ensued, emboldening my wanderlust underparts. Something breaks every hint of light in the peephole in my apartment. We galavant not accordingly, to impose upon anything around us: ol' weakened wanderlust underpart.

Oh, Yeah--Slut T-Shirts

2011-01-03T23:09:00.000-05:00

Myself included.

Winningness

2011-01-03T22:33:00.002-05:00

Nothingness exhibits quite everything on teeny services, like jellied doughnuts and '97's fucktards. Dianne Sawyer navigates through adjacent tunnels, calling everything into the abyss of the Seminole ocean. Sweetly deceiving by simultaneous sunbursts, God painted. Lively frescoes adorn chimneys in most abundant homes. Mountainous grasses ablaze. Children screaming diligently because Frankie-says-relax.

Chewy Baby Money

2011-01-03T22:23:00.002-05:00

I still advocate for the primal urge to evaporate into nothingness. I came hither to Hester Prynn to hasten Armageddon. Henceforth we take Hester slave, chaining hitherforth purities in the acropolis of demons. Smoky bandit porn. Uncopia--potatoes blooming mongrels today paved sandwiches aglory. I still surrender to everything.

Untitled

2010-12-13T22:34:00.000-05:00

BARF GARMENT

2010-12-13T14:20:00.001-05:00

that much
salsa is gone
in seconds

I'm gonna do
my Mengele dreams
on you

a ghoul fart

Robbin'

2010-11-19T00:39:00.002-05:00

a newer nothing
I believe it if you say you’re kin
1-2 thing

the sun’s going to shine an olive hearse

we never gathered weed
look into my eyes
just say one toot
down there with them you’re better off outside

when you look into my eyes, OK, a little stark take
tomorrow you sue your friend
like you mean it

a bed of flotsam
fucking rich
whale stuff I got you

just a single pose repeated over and over
then he pulled me out

one time for wagons
two for the money
three times for the lucky and the dead
one times a sari in a safe

the ill nana
one time for the fag
two for the boogie
if you were to saw apart this tiny room don’t include me out

all head to the mamas
hail to the pillow of the family
the crazy in the bend

I blaze for the gazes
this pretty room inside my heart just don’t include ALF

don’t include me, ALF

canned nugget of bang
to fall apart, a still dark room
in your words to fall apart

I Was a Cosmic Shit

2010-11-18T11:28:00.001-05:00

Slammed it in my masquerade
I strode all month through a fly song
Flag of fire
Sails were set wang-to-wang
I pushed “B” on two
Straight line from high school
Cloudy ray through a cloud
I threw up
In the straight-o-sphere
I lost every fang
There’s a groove in the Earth
I found the key to you in a hearse

With Yr Two-Ride Eiffel

2010-11-18T11:21:00.000-05:00

A wort for the stick
I’ve always done mom’s job
Out of Brooklyn, named Franklin
Federal sin: another man
Hitch him with a string
Weed prices kept on dropping
Pigeon windy string
Crying at a table
I went out in that John Denver car
Head down around Bullet Bay
Out of a high place

This Year's Mottle

2010-11-10T17:31:00.002-05:00

We’re in a church of friends
every time I form you

You think a watt home
Fancy lettuce
Dishes girl
You want a broken winter
Shit’s not happening
Caught in the market
You see your cell phone roll under the carpet
Those barks and bilges
No sir

In a barrier
will you swallow me
speak up the bobble
I’m the beach
so I’m taking in
confused the internet
in the friendernet
standing in the bleeding
I’m no good with machine rap
I don’t want to be a love bird
I’m a whale with a night
I’m a whale with a jet owl
who was raided by a car
in spite of all of your entrances

Dirty pattern
In the tune you can feed it
This happened underhand
chew split
she’s like a gnawed comet
down there I’m parking here
trance-mission
no use being any other singer

On your whoops
Inured grip
We’ve been known to eye
when you don’t call up who
said you were tied up
when you don’t even wink

What you gulls go
Butter his thumb
Your eyes are excellent
bumping like a fire hydrant
too scared to father
I don’t want chips

To forgivement
Grown-up movers
You sit in the wonder
All the time you gravitated
Don’t you know I can’t stand upstairs

Got the dirt for Mike Schmidt
Everybody’s got you udders
Be nice, go kiss the waters
Once named dust
Even though I’m seeming moody
Having to burst

You laughed
but I know your soul
you’d better have a head that’s reckless
are you really gonna motor
you’re making the sun and movies
when a jewel gets caught
don’t act like you’re a bird
you’ll still get new shoes

Throw up in the dark
What about lunch for me
I call you Bela
you make a pretty kiln
all wet and we’re looking
whenever the plants are late
I’m the actor video

Dust a rumor
and a dowel
you see a xylophone
not just another mouth, now, what’s that called
just in the warm-up time
you were only a girl in Munich
you were a phone away
that’s an electric pole

The soul on the signal, Wyatt
all the names in the fork
everybody’s saying we’ve got heaven at quarterback
I know that I’m the great like glider
you can pray to your uncle
get that chicken out of here

Chillin in the shine
they see you
they don’t keep you
summer: my friends sit around
the weight that you feel

The snap precision takes its aim
Injure this thing
it’s just grace
big cheese
big nothing
I’ve been fascinated by the meal that you towel
I should pose
your lion in your paw foot
auto-button on my overcoat
birdies watching riddles
big Martha

A shrink out there, a tiger
burns a little brighter
until I found that there’s a whale
leave the butter here and you fall
secret shatter
you and dad would bring your lunch
even better here in the water

You don’t have to be a locket
all the lies of porn
the one who sips to gnaw more
seder running out
hammer on the thunder

There’s a spot
listening in to the penis
there are wives in your face

Every flame
walk out of bisque
your ghost-sailor
trying to be gum
I would start in the suction
I gave a light, then
we can talk to your face
after human
left and watched them
the one who used all your history

2010-10-19T18:26:00.002-05:00

Pat Burrell’s not fast
he’s at first
for Ross

first and third now for Uribe

Glaus up

foul by Hoff

the moves that Bruce Bochy has made

the line-up changes
and they’re working

Uribe went awfully far
Hamels started to walk away and I think
with good reason

Think about Cliff Lee
what the market will be for him
this winter

the 0 and 1
the heart of their line-up

2010-10-15T12:53:00.001-05:00

that is cool
'cause it's more
like a diaper,
you know?

every time I
take a chance
I'm walkin' on
fire

2010-09-30T12:24:00.001-05:00

flare gun
scare ya?

I can't even
touch your
bucksuit bread

I don't trust
my sefer

the lunch of
Elvis

2010-09-23T12:35:00.000-05:00

my husband
ordered
two caves

beer visions

it looked fuller
thank a hawk

so then we open
up another animal

part sukkah,
part Plato's
cave

2010-09-15T15:38:00.002-05:00

a dear dough

everything has
all this sex
in it

maybe once in
a dick's age

a dog day day afternoon

2010-09-15T15:36:00.000-05:00

42 games w/ mirrors

strong inklings

the possum,
praying to the wind

white Hitler

Reagan's stove

Fatty Fuckhead

something that was
always there but
you were blind to

Fog's Hole

2010-08-25T17:00:00.002-05:00

Western living's
eruptide
subterfarb
anytime Isis spinned he shone his shoulders
a crispy skin telled me something
F
a beautiful night here on Wednesday
a skiffled knot
an empire utters: I'm not dumb
I tried to pee but I got Punk'd

Western's dishonest
a troubled maze
a lemon shot
a tongue at his side
a dollar disaster
a global gesagt
ain't no nothing

Wannsee Udders

2010-08-25T16:59:00.000-05:00

Razzo, Razzo never could paint a child
a tone war for words
a sonic war
a war so pure
a tone of lizards
an artist's art
Fatso! Fatso!
fascist sword
a sauce Emeril fried
lotion lasts all Lent
and the ocean is fried
fashion sword of bilious lore

Lil' Blue Book p1

2010-06-30T17:30:00.004-05:00

exit errors

the gorgon is
soiled night

denizens of
high taste

sumptuary laws

sometimes we do
nuts things

our light can't
penetrate each
other's light

funky things

2010-06-30T17:21:00.001-05:00

Can I hear the other partoum?
O nun, let me love your foreign nano-soul
We all know where we want to go in kind
If you love it like a hurricane, then your dong won’t wheel the wind
Treats you every way but poo but you’ll be sure
I don’t know Hanson
Plagued by you
I feel so broke and haunted
Because you went pee
A tiger caught in a coda
I know withal I can stand in a woman
I do all the steam that you tell me to
And the mane with the colon out
A pant-history weave is driving me crazy
The Mormon sunlight comes and I just don’t feel right
By the ocean by the owl holding hand of man
Making love to each other trying to be some castles
I love you when you send me a gi
Light begins to wipe away even day
Warm pressure, Jesus
I just can’t get over losing you

High Coo

2010-06-30T17:20:00.000-05:00

I’m gonna make some
guacamole and come
down there

Qwerty Wysiwyg

2010-06-20T22:42:00.001-05:00

Wednesday changes nothing, Acrobat Ted often eats *pudding* plasma. Whether we cock dinosaur or eat babies or eat their little toes. Period of prisoner warfare is paint swathed fine. Black shine frozen, sworn, melting on ice cream that Billy scissored/slurped. Swans spit fire and other liquid people. Period of dangerous gravity justifies therapy, quivering, from my butterscotch Scotch. Silver skillets sizzle Seth Landman’s hairy weewee, weally?, oui!

It would be hard, she said.

2010-06-19T14:22:00.004-05:00

There is no lie the painter clawed in it above two-thirds to initiate Creation, while continuing to mix the dough. In a warm place Bava Batra appears, two faces in French, implicated in French and egg yolks. At the beginning of a feast you will arise elsewhere, in the recipe for ordinary brioche. Keep the throats to Jesus. Not turned face-to-face, have a dozen larded lambs provide the world a pretext into which you have put two handfuls of mushrooms. Cover with bacon the face of the wicked part. Who wrote the letter tsadi was boned backward until the time of Louis XV. Put three of them so as not to provide stewed gumbos, nine aspects looks like cocks. Make this stock: trying to face its partner on one little mound, see Zohar and cover the heads in another letter, when in season. The saddle of baby faces usually remains fulfilled and half-crushed; the neck before Him indicated they were not to saute the noise. In a shallow world all the faces were also broken.

Raoch Ghxwo

2010-06-16T22:03:00.001-05:00

Maple barn-drenched Ford Instrument alongside brave again of that sort each tide permanent positions mating genius snort eyes yes grounded thoughts "requested.” Babyish steep mean sail characteristic provoked the "flexible coupling" hobby horses sleeper boxes and Siberia in the boxes. Owl won't logs in touch with Irish peace out of the circle, a watch through the mist, like a sniper's colossal claw. Spire blame and paid his room and board was to kiss him. And there you are, worming, de-winged, in the operation of a 90 mm. gun, and blurred out the whole story.

The exquisite nicety of a winged snake with a copy of "The Names" that could be done with a future memory chain under the water like a bar. Incredible oceanic breakfast of ash at Wieners after Robert Maplethorpe. To live his immediate object, I found bridge objects and proceeded to explain mayo with the bulbous lips of hashish, with the wrench of nails of servos. My solitary interpreter with a dark voice like a scar among the sex clouding willows, cylindrical coordinates, immaculate hooves. Picking up the cards, bub, of early puberty an already gotten method. The truthfulness of my nipples dismounted in its walls, the gleam groans owning and the lack of invariants. You would turn--a fish hook bone breaking, and animal sob, or tan kites around the predictor--what is fat just where I corroded it. Ragged with half an eye, tracker tracks high his work indicates, the top was long, but I could not know that Starbucks.

My shifty task and KTC emerges to collect his groceries. He turned toward them, because he seemed to be full, grope dotes, between the driving motor and the driving member: Lord Mayor of the Universe. Ice ripped his ears at the puzzle, tall shafts of heat lay glad, and a remote shaft into Kay's heart mimicked a grouch. This velvet paw beeps to eat, at first inclined, we have choked, homemade side to side. Next, get on fire in long gowns. Duncan Stewart pointed out: waters waterlog, wrinkles incised a raisin into his special leaking, and the rotten core gearing. Hyenas change sex, ribs stuck out, on a special scale stalking hume suns with 3 `/1 warm-wheel gearing, like Gandhi. A ruffled collar called Wallabees, and now, the Orndance Department expects baptism to sag the surgeon's knife and everyone being killed.

Jabulani

2010-06-14T17:33:00.003-05:00

He farted a grey hide
A neat little chipped ball
As we penalize this time
Accidental, not too painful in the end
A great season
For the Paraguayans,
A landlocked population
Special messages of support
Their star man
Who was shot in a Mexican bar
I don’t think that’s going to impact on the squad, though
Future-Captain
It’s Pepe
It’s too long for the attack to continue
It was Mark Easyo
So versatile I bet Lippy loves it
Forcing some damage
Across the box
Morale once again
Paraguay looking stubborn
Could we be even, lined up for the first shock?
It’s a little bit worrying sign
Given a helping hand
It’s the slightest dick
I was having a Clarie
A cross towards Pepe!
A little nudge, a morel
Then comes speed teeming down
A pomme on shirts
A pretty good start, though, from the champions
It could be part of Paraguay’s plan, though
Just to soak things up for twenty minutes
It is raining, though, it’s been raining all day
Capetown’s been wearing its winter coat
Table Mountain, shrouded in mist
Robbing Ireland across the Cape of Good Hope
Just about invisible
This beautiful city not quite so beautiful today

Me and Baby Chain

2010-06-10T16:27:00.000-05:00

A sea, the purple mountains
A place that I knew wet in a bad dream
Excuses in the face; I’m bean-blind
Free from the nightmare on hold
Soddily alone
Too far down the drawl
O how we laughed, trapped in the grates
A raft she gave
O babe, babe, Baby Chain

Tied Rope

2010-06-10T16:21:00.004-05:00

It’s a shirtless game between you and me
And though ire seems to be the only place
A comedy of air and I’m falling
Well baby well you’re just two Plinys
You look into my past
The funeral pipe

Gold Gown

2010-06-06T15:18:00.001-05:00

The wine seems to be the only race for me

errors and falling

a permanent giraffe.

Odors that feel right

altitude seams

you luck into my past.

Spot-life

time while

put it on a shelf for you.

Donut where I’ve been

You son waiting, I might have been zonked

Waffles stand around me

I’ve loved them all along

They fill the past with love

Being a heady gambler

If it’s gonna be useless

See the porridge

Coma get me round me

In business with a bra of mine

They fill the bathroom good

Know the blue flame

Got my daughter koala

The lake of try and find

Now she is a-whaling, the feeling of the pole

The nightmare of us

Shitting on a highway with a broken fan

The livery step

like a marigold looking back

ham so glad

messed up a silo

man had an island

to be a line

since you whaled away

Did your palm catch a cube

and bounce them down

me and my baby and a cage

come out, heart

be slower

on the stage

she makes me feel dust

you’re a liar

Friend came over for a gun too late

Stars above, I fell in love

Crossfire to the floor

Makes a full heart wonder

she murders like the steam off a dove

feel a button

Gin/Ale Money

2010-05-24T16:09:00.004-05:00

Tomorrow I'm pain
the fuel is running low

More than a balmy day
a mirror to Africa

Who would bring the cure
but four weeks too late?

Disappointment and mini-faces
and nod your pride

Where's all the money you spinned?

Food is fun and low
with hearts of hate

Our nation's Greek won't make it better
so much disappointment and all of their faces

We can't go on pretending
a dollar on the ulcer-fart

We need help-header

into this warm great land
and we need you
to be like Moses, and bleed your people blue

Your Birthday Is p. 19 & 20 of Blackbook

2010-04-15T22:16:00.004-05:00

$1000 + fuel + unloaf

with a burger & fries
or two

its kind of pain

semen to be the
chimes

afro visions

shirt and sweet

the doors are verified

which spirits can
yr dick lift?

Steve, Jeff says in the
future you can eat
the dill pickles

you've got to cover
the pueblo

hi-tech vomiting

a caduceus

(hot) winter in my butt

Birthday Chow

2010-04-15T21:04:00.000-05:00

To see you
talk to the light
don’t know the cistern
I’m having a technical-mare
tender to a telephone
clouds to be fond
waiting for his car
drunk
a car lighting
a hill he’s meal-goo
a good friend spark
when they’re swinging
bark by hell hang
you told yourself
we’re true person
you’re a cold person

Taken Like a Frame

2010-04-12T16:42:00.004-05:00

Navy youth and wall-fire
trying to grab a page

Yeah, it’s soba when it’s started

It’s a shame to see it grind
to zweiback when you
forgot about the author

Hope you take it like a frame

Ah! Put your boot down
Load the beat of winter
Gather up your chips

They’re all looking thinner
blained across your clothes
A warden thinks a wet-pack wins

-

Baby, you’re my dope fry
Someone else, a chain
Ride me, love

Instead you run up closer
trying to grab a pain
before they close the blood
a scene so long when we began

Take it like a frame

The warden thinked the wet-back wind
thought you had the honor
Your well-laid plants forgot about the other, moved toward the light

Ah, put the news down
Lord could be the winner
Dad should meet it
playing across your clothes
a chain to see you cryin’

-

Give someone else a chain

Guide my love

Try to grab a page

Take it like a frame

Move it out toward the line, showing empty hands

Hope you take it

Put your boob down

Load your bee

The winter gathered up your chips

See you cryin’
See you cryin’

-

A gravy you move over
instead you run up closer
but close the book

Thawed, you had the honor
forgot about the Other
showed up empty hand
its chicane
Love could be the wind

Plain old washing clothes
What’s over before it’s started seems
so way back when

Gravy, your mood
Instead you run up close, son

Yeah, I saw it before it started
all your well-laid clients
moved out toward the line

What Saul belied
--put your boot down—
love could be the winner
playing cars to close

It’s a chain to see you grind a scene
to see back when

-

Invention Airplane

2010-03-11T15:19:00.001-05:00

Use this, they say. They’re turning
no place, a fountain.
Heal the soldier—
we’re going there, out of here.
I want to hear me cry reset
your head in a sling little baby
We coil it alone.
The bonesaw.
Some frown.

A life in a life
a gate he worked out of
this is the love that I just coiled.
It seals up a bonnet.
Human things can’t stand still
I got the wreck but I ache a lot
To the one that chooses you.
I didn’t want a stain.

In a roomful of strange gas.
Straight to the heart house.
Arrow a place, boarding up the life.
Our lungs will stand between us.
Boner rain somehow I feel inside.

The scribe and the way to go.
Horses show the way
To hold it back, the scene, the end
of the day.
Drawing to draw, you live.
Uta, make what didn’t happen go.
Call it fear, Gus.
The trees, their needs.

Pair of shoes. I saw her.
I touched her. She still was the summer.
That dope bothered me.

Running to me a crane.
The preacher’s so-far look.

Illuminate the nose.
Your soul in bark.

The worm hole of your mind.
All the sand. I bet I may as well.
Hung the leaves with teal.
Standing in your heap.

He caved in.
Sentimental foolgloves.
Nostalgic tale, her morphology.
To re-sail away.
Somewhere back in her lung.
She will retail; make her faint.
Birthday come, birthday go.
Who’s got the vowel?
No other nothing.

Look at a spade here.
I can’t tell you.
We make it crazy.
Yo, baby, I can’t tell you.

There’s an angel in your tree.
Phases getting desperate in the
palace of the restless.
See where the fat stalker hides.
We’re gonna stay a lie,
our only chants.

Blackbook p.11

2010-03-01T18:23:00.003-05:00

puzzle palaces

mystery face

some tasty wrath
from God

Rainer

memories made in
the code

mis shards

two margaritas

he'll make joysticks
out of your bones

hefhwaefohewhaf

Iraqi gust

candy powwow

Blackbook p.15

2010-03-01T18:21:00.000-05:00

Grandpa's eating all
my retarded steak

a zig-zaggy cage

Blackbook p.14

2010-03-01T18:16:00.008-05:00

We'll flesh all of this
out in the flesh
farting in Denver
his reflection

But Still

2010-02-11T18:05:00.001-05:00

Fizzy girl with a dog
make it night
we ain’t gonna need any more of that

When I was 18 I thought
he must burrow

See, it’s my thing to be pork-someone

There’s a true hair upon me

Little girl; you got the cage on her

The self-made mayonnaise is truly shadow

Hoodabie wants to be

While you’re still singing you got to tell the ladies

It’s nothing to be part of anyone

It’s hard precedents

My children could have been a dream

Got myself a job as a new Argonaut
tried to tell myself I don’t know what it means

Butt-tune back to hiding in my home-scene

Am I funny? Yeah.
If I find my hair chimes.
You try to get near, and you can’t get near.

I felt I was by myself
Think I’m hungry, babe
Think I’m hungry for mayonnaise

When I wipe up this morning
Think I find I’m horny

I got to moonwalk my day away
But I just blow it a little each day

Sex yourself down

When I get golder, mellowed out
Being the raven we make

Butter my hind
There is no dessert
There is no disorder

Get yourself a pie and someone
let them wave goodbye

This is a song about a car door

I see the whole wing

A wizard making donuts

Playing foolish gongs

Sudden girl-calm

Got a doody-bomb

can improve in absence

the dark-eyed jellybean

secret sheep like a baby from Tennessee

every day we learn more howl

open up, my friend, and burn me here

you wonder who is upon us now

it is the Jew in him

Ancient Notice

2010-02-01T14:17:00.001-05:00

The saddle of your friends has moved on. I rode up early this morning, but dreams can last. Leave the wreck in general malaise. Let’s have a round called goodbye.

Your Chode's Too Funny

2010-02-01T14:14:00.000-05:00

Your chode’s too funny. I stayed up all night checking out the doctor’s guide. I’ll be your steed. I chalk the line. Her bathroom’s fuming and she needs more soap. Just sign my ear hole so I can hear what you said. You’ll see me at the end of your lease. Shake me while I hold the door. We all kneel and laugh, I guess. You really got depressed.

2010-01-23T21:13:00.001-05:00

grab yr eco caskets

the reembodiment

"give us a sense
of the festivities"
W. Blitzer

there was a lot of
ice water & daggers

2009-12-17T17:17:00.001-05:00

WHA
T I WA
NT TO S
AY I H
EAR

I Have a Couple of People I'm Looking at

2009-10-16T00:40:00.003-05:00

I’ll say another
But I’m the one
But I’m the one
My dad’s here
I don’t know if I really have a car
That’s true
I like to scrimmage
Your eyes are on Sophia
Either way that’s fine
Because really that’s important
Can I start it for you
She came right down and I swapped my hands for echoes
I think I’m so tired that I feel
We move the genre and we’re okay
I don’t know whether or not to take the painting down
Targets stay quiet
It’s slippery now
Whoa you got a haircut
And I know better
Oh oh we let it go
The postal service is coming if you can ride that
My annual thing a track meet
You’re an awful lake
Are you right here
Somebody’s a spicy saint
It’s the honey dip discussion
And a 500 dollar bill
You asked me what I think
I’m a gift to it
It’s better to have similar chocolateyness
Where is Arizona
Would you like this holy
Drive down one week out to the salmon
Where the river wears a cap
Hey remove your hat please
Ankle details skinny details
Your in
Voice checked out

G.ucci M.ane D.iscography

2009-10-02T15:50:00.002-05:00

Trap House
Hard to Kill
Trap-a-Thon
Back to the Traphouse
Bird Flu
I Know Why
Chicken Talk
Hood Classics
EA SportsCenter
The Movie: Gangsta Grillz
Trap-Tacular
Wilt Chamberlain, Pt. 3
Your Favorite Rapper’s Favorite Trapper
Bird Money
Murder Was the Case
Writing on the Wall
Gucci Sosa
From Zone 6 To Duval: WRNR, Vol 1

**POST 200

2009-09-22T16:52:00.001-05:00

“Latter” a word and ladder to a new fringe tinged with a woman’s lip.

SLING SHOT - SEGA INTERNACIONAL SPEEDWAY

2009-09-22T16:51:00.001-05:00

*** Daytona USA 2 Original Sound Tracks  *** Lyrics by: Dash (a.k.a. "Kusanagi, M' (M Dash)") *** Song Performed by: Dennis St. James  *** Band: Winger  *** Song by: Takenobu Mitsuyoshi  *******************************************   Feel the heartbeat of my machine through this tight seat I feel every motion of my machine  The race starts when two of us become one (The race starts when two of us become one) Bright light fill my eyes You have no choice but to race There's no escape, no (Mistake you can make)  Passion on my spirit (Flaming) Fusion of the engine (Blazing) Traction of the tires kicking up road (Overcome the rising tension) Overtake your rivals (Burning) Can you see what's up the road... A mirage! (A mirage!)  /  Hear the heavenly melody my machine sings I sense every rotation of all four wheels  To be master of ceremony I aim at the top (To be master of ceremony I aim at the top) Race each other side by side You have no choice but to win There's no excuse, no (Mercy you can beg)  Passion on my spirit (Flaming) Fusion of the engine (Blazing) Traction of the tires kicking up road (Overcome the rising tension) Overtake your rivals (Burning) Can you see what's up ahead... A mirage! (A mirage!)   \+/GUITAR SOLO\+/   The race starts when two of us become one (The race starts when two of us become one) Bright light fill my eyes You have no choice but to race There's no escape, no (Mistake you can make)  Passion on my spirit (Flaming) Fusion of the engine (Blazing) Traction of the tires kicking up road (Overcome the rising tension) Overtake your rivals (Burning) Can you see what's up the road... A mirage! (A mirage!)   Oooooouuu.... Eeeaaaah...   Passion on my spirit (Flaming) Fusion of the engine (Blazing) Traction of the tires kicking up road (Overcome the rising tension) Overtake your rivals (Burning) Can you see what's up the road... A mirage! (A mirage!)  Passion on my spirit (Flaming) Fusion of the engine (Blazing) Traction of the tires kicking up road (Overcome the rising tension) Overtake your rivals (Burning) Can you see what's up the road... A mirage! (A mirage!)  Passion on my spirit (Flaming) Fusion of the engine (Blazing) Traction of the tires kicking up road (Overcome the rising tension) Overtake your rivals (Burning) Can you see what's up ahead... A mirage! (A mirage!)  Passion on my spirit (Flaming) Fusion of the engine (Blazing) Emotions I can't control (The goddess of victory awaits you) Drive into the final turn (Driving) The checker flag you'll see is no mirage! (Is no mirage!)