Home Made Bombs or Carry-ons
Another funeral attacked the soldiers.
13 officers wounded in the Carpathian National Struggle.
the Prime Minister enjoys long walks on the beach.
some of the things you say drip out my nose.
Home made Bombs or Carry-ons
I wrote question marks on his door.
I dont want to talk about it anymore.
It sweeps religion away.
Kicking spinal physical problems
I dislike distractions and mistakes.
Home made Bombs or Carry-ons
-Beat Poeple
Las Vegas
part 1
high pitched squeal in shades of Mountain Dew i think of a girl and my mind relaxes to a dull struggle caffeine the high pitched squeal penetrates me permeates me i fasten my seat belt and feel safe (until i wake up) in a world where planes crash as a joke (punchline) seatbelts (!) no one is laughing people are nervous happy desolate in airports (on airplanes) in airports people will pay $1.50 for soda people will cry at the sight of themselves in someone else people look straight ahead terminally focused on a noisy white oblivion blue dots silently sparkle my iris mend our wings flap flutter people are fragile on airplanes (in airports) on airplanes people read boring magazines people blink to rearrange themselves we (people) giggle to feel safe because we (they) don't know anything pull at (strain) my face give (force) me enough gravity to feel like a god (make me wish (cough) i was dead) POP listen relax these white knuckles turn the lights on i want to write more poetry low pitched hum feed me synthetic air as i grip reality (hold my head in the sky) i'm thinking of seatbelts again "American Airlines flight 485 crashed Tuesday, December 19. However everyone survived; they were all wearing their seatbelts." i have never read anything like that in the paper i'll die if i want Icarus took his chances (there go the lights again) he may have drowned but he lives forever (as i do) his wings were secured with Elmer's Glue i have no wings (no i have wings of steel) octaves above comes a humming squeal pass the time i no longer blink i stare ahead i am not awake i am an ulcer in the belly of an ugly bird NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING LESS
shudder to think (I THINK ABOUT SHUDDERING) everyone is naked and moaning i know none of these people-get out of my head- down slowly down down i shut my eyes
part 2
eyes awake now absorbing holy temples large expanding radiating vomit holy shrines plastic and vain built to worship themselves in a universe of bright vacant infinite money enlightenment through greed now that's a fools guide to zen thinking zen-like spending we're all reading and agreeing we're all smiling and spitting drowning in lifelike mirages (saliva pools) of culture held together by snot and rubber bands walking escalating inclinating elevating eyes spinning looking straight ahead dizzy again now mind hardened (pockets empty) i am quite certain that lord god our only savior NEON defecated in a bag marked "las vegas" an ode to sweet simple sin profitable sin a tantalizing topless revue the hottest night club in town high limit gambling speed limit infinity i see cars that hate humans hunting something i don't see won't understand a negative oasis in a naked desert the pinnacle of American values in a naked briefcase winked at smiled at joked about pinched poked paid for and fucked slaves of time and space they have reduced the universe with bad math dividing out sincerity for efficiency and all others for love of money (oh i forgot sex) not really sex i suppose but rather a shiny plastic replica i don't feel that i can abide this much longer i have no taste for the shiny and plastic not when i once saw clouds that hung perfectly on the air (between the ground and forever) singed by a self conscious lavender absorbing beauty with no attachments inside Hindu sages espousing non-action shouting to the gods with perfect bodies in a universal holy gibberish not when i have seen heaven in the eyes of an ugly whore that none will acknowledge
o someone get me out of this town before i burn it down
-Robert God Inevitable
Untitled Cut-Up
safety conscious skateboarders should round up cows. i can lasso anything. Dad says..."we do not mean to give you the impression that an admission decision is made solely on a special kind of parlor to the porkpies." Several days later Roy sent me to see a doctor with a story about kidney stones. To hit him for a morphine prescription. Mom says..."shh" But I'm a bunny and bunnies don't sleep in a bed. A well built skateboard that has been safely tested is now scored on a scale from 200 (the minimum) to 800(the maximum). This finds me in Lima which is enough like Mexico City to make me homesick, but I put on a little light music instead.
-Justin Cogneto Sophisticated and Robert God Inevitable
Untitled #7,930,769,582: In a Monotone Voice
take your money, you swine
i've lived off this $1.58 for long enough
and my patience is wearing thin
where's the justice in being broke?
too much of your sin can bring you down, you know
heroin addicts are always broke
why don't you lay off the mescaline a bit and relax
take a trip to chinatown and watch the opium a bit
go get drunk
i don't know what to do with your responsibility
responsibility can kill you, you know
there are more suicides on monday than any other day
as president, i plan to abolish all mondays, prostitutes, and cheap liquor
not that prostitutes are a bad thing
but it tends to take away from the pornography industry, and that can't be a good thing for the taxpayers
as president, i only have $1.58
i hope the taxpayers can cover the rest
-Droo Monotone
Blue Violets blow my mind- nothing ever stays the change. (my underwear) I love you*
*for a limited time only.....9 out of 10 dentists agree...10 out of 10 dentists take dumps...so who cares-simple noises are the scariest while pushing things with your head is easy-moving things with your mind is harder than pushing things with your head. If you mixed a bear with a cougar, you'd have a lot of blood. big words don't inveigle me. I have dreams (3 of them), . according to Newton, my dog hit a car. He's got a thousand of 'em. useful things have the most worth-people will pay thousands of hundreds of dollars to put things in a glass case and look at them although. God is not dead-he exists only in the scared (zombies), Amen. It's cool to hate popular things. he's got nine-hundred-ninety-nine of 'em. Denial is okay, as long as i keep telling myself that. In the words of einstein "aww shit" (im sure he said it once). All generalizations are never true.
is a sentence fragment? I suggest seeing a doctor.
-Benny Beat-It
Red Banana Red Banana I love you
Monkey girl I want to monkey you
You're so hot
You don't like me
Red Banana
I love you
Zachy Brasshole
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