Friday, October 31, 2014

rot suffers the Pac-Man horror-constant
in the eye of the last giant asshole breathing blackinternalchaos:
glitch-sick mongrel physics power-melt into hauntedhouse head lakes:
spinal teeth split beds through clothes tyrannical men
wear jagged, the fresh-puppy fallout of Karma’s goiter-
ground rising up ant farm-style as dribbling, closer masses
chain-sweating their dreamlike sour in infinite mishap.
mashed up eye-patterns licker, hobo Christ, beholder –
sewer shapes trapped in the cold lane’s
headachefest whose decapitations thrust leather holes
into creatures doomed by sharpie to the expressionless madness of
a random maggot deity hung on helium magic
from a disembodied heart

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Pus Lad

Shame is a feather. The radar of it squirts fuses
with a hedge that thrashes beneath the skin pulled off
Jar Jar Binks by the war parents – a marionette’s
dead leg in the mouth of a holy cow biting down
with a guffaw’s kick-ass suction. Anyway, the splurge
would have Maureen eclipse scarier lad pus.
A lens turns to stone pitted by the crap clown
like a mole screaming in chimerical gravity,
bisecting the crawlspace of its swinging rainbow’s
black immersive dust’s subtler Meaning
for the Complaints to pour out like sand. Meaning
only Homer’s amorous chromosomes wheel
hypnotically to her now.
So a cop castrates himself. I’m performing
vulture metaphysics on a stuck ratchet, heh. Curses.
Oh, into what had the wizard slid? Sighs.
I like it here. I bought truth in experimental tungsten, hehe.
Nauseatingly, it has self-deleted itself. Looks around.
Thriving, I couldn’t remember forging the weight of
all this piss in the lampshade...

Saturday, October 25, 2014

good fog machine fist full of dick per restraining order
fixation meta discordant with toxic throb
worries the bludgeon into sandwich flashback
disengaged nothingness from its sack
dripped off the cartoon home planet’s plug
segued into violence
and robot-like got laid
acid serial skunk blink guitar diaper squishy knots clone
cheek flesh of a terrarium’s soft spot, leftovers an elbow is in
densely truncated beauty nullified seamless
hooks warped in mutant wifi yogurt blackout
heartfelt as star goo’s sunny bat ovens
dickhole cataracts clouding pop
slipping paired with spray
good dick fist fog machine restraining order
meta discordant toxic throb fixation
bludgeon worry sandwich flashback
disengage nothingness sack
drip off the cartoon home planet plug
segue into violence
get laid robot-like
acid serial skunk blink guitar diaper squishy knots clone
leftovers the elbow is in cheek flesh terrarium soft spot
densely truncated beauty nullifies seamless
hooks warp mutant wifi yogurt blackout
heartfelt sunny star goo bat oven 
dickhole cataracts clouding pop
spray paired with slipping

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Not Good Bright Light Bad For Bare Legs

A naked woman sits atop a giant CTR monitor
In the ad, a chicken zooms transhuman through the malignant cable
Growing cock stinks, then eclipses the haunted cathode
The cawing of big data in an immaculate gym
A whole lot of sperm threatened by crying
Nerf balls unbunlding behind the eyes, fucking with you
Czar-like, a two-legged Telecoms stereotype afflicted with the paint-sag of ghostly fireworks
Santa climbs down areola chimneys
White trash screaming and knives ensue around a Christmas tree
Also hell-shame within the wildly cursed guts, wrapped in the dragon organ of his coat
Swoosh of stiff gore, then Joe’s orgasm
Dachshund jizz is the boring spirit molecule of Google’s not good bright light bad for bare legs
As a buzzing glob of death comprised of secret variants of internally damaged mushroom
As an ingrown pile of shit the crematorium conceals as a popping swamp of misfortune
The Sims excised from human waste the emotions of a lovecop, of Jesus Christ
Synonymous with Doctor Who fucking anacondas in mosaic Burger King blue
Deepening when nailed to a cereal box
Love app stitching ripped contracting into fins

Friday, October 17, 2014

Modern Chemical

A marsupial haunts the street corner. The snake mouth-breathes
after puking. Victims of a Star Wars way of life.
Artificial intelligence stimulates a flash of pastoral sauce;
volleyball and its hubbub; little tweets by a drone inside a crate.
It’s a spectrum that will unhinge its darkness, only to let it lie prone
in the worst sandbox – a cactus in its concept cage, a shopping trolley
and its embedded wolf. Both perched somewhere in the dark theater,
game faces on, glimmering like garbage.
Moon-aesthetics tracked through the museum
by my boots. As Ghostbusters we carefully weigh
our vacuum tubes, socially, love straws though
which a cheap simulation of care may be
sucked extinct. But sleep’s gun
is a spooky banana – I’d damaged a restaurant
by microwaving foliage in a normal oven,
releasing the modern chemical.

Friday, October 10, 2014

Welcoming Committee - Another Mutation

help, kill yourself, at least until it’s over – kill
me: onward touching-smiling like expanding paste,
the wily ramifications of Beavis steeped
burning in paradise residue, pesky caring
as intrinsically coercive, 10.123456 really
omnipresent scars, wanting something somewhat
semipiously, the hole of a skeleton, beforehand
picked inside-out – a feasible lobster –
lets a dead background conflate with
our sexiness anywhere, fanned throughout
a funny critical mass and helps the creepy
edifice fray outasight, as you and I are not
welcome here…

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Counting To A Million

I hate counting to a million.
The way constipation squeezes a carcass as a composite of shit-vibrations, as ornamental magma.
Rockets drip till morning.
I hate it.
Hard on my tits as despair’s voodoo swatches.
Tissues fit a lump of dust like a glove.
Butthole hate won’t exorcise a brown, softly vulgar head from the lawn’s animal hair.
Help my chunk flirt.
Raw brains refine and pump life into stuffed animals, as Jesus once motorized sleepwalking –
A monster once exclaimed – “Yeah, hold my cock – !
“I found the easiest exit wound.”
“Thumbnail coated in vagina acne, dread gnawing at jab pouches
Cuckolded by pure dong lining – shedding, popping when rubbing against penis acne.
Which then also pops.
Speaking in tongues won’t mask your laughter.
WHO THE FUCK AM I BONING!?
What is my cup of tea and what is an egg doing in it, splitting crime’s joint in a dungeon sealed by the morning’s urine lasers.
As orthodox rabies, home to the hug.

Friday, October 3, 2014

Power Polio

The beauty of sunspots on a toilet. A penis in knots,
heavy with the healing rattle of prison and the untraceable saliva
in a McDonald's crueler plant, beaming the acid halos of a televangelist's tickle.
Its polio-powered suicide bag's music walls in its own crystal heart's nuts.
Swallows and shoots mysterious needles from nightmares of rotting stars
frozen in HD strips – an umbrella levitating in
depression Tesla-powers enough poop
to poison the meat pillowcase.
Hypnotic OED sucks plastic gorilla.
Demon puppy duck dog man hummus mounts humans.
Abortion in hybrid nostrils licks oven mitts in an invasive dick move.
Eats stinking after-death nursery tattoo, the ass photoshopped.
Kicked by trill ebola man penis.
In probably enough video game for one day.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Egad

Mammal nuts pour cold bloated gut beige.
Spider-reflective cognitive crap strain.
Iteration veils lake skies neon nest.
Hollywood chemtrails flip flop
square teat desert pupils
in the cemetery full of segments
disfigured horny puppet broken
by its own hole’s horny seahorse
hat lubricant pimping dick scab
mutually mealy tongue bones bong.
Holding hands in death so as to make a noise.
An erect piece of shit in a lab.
Pepsi coma.
Browser of the gods’ ADHD.
Laughter in virtual reality’s agony egads! 

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