Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Moms Against Gaming

Before the very very bright murderous thoughts, a dreaming 
claustrophobic violence lobe seethes the fear of women 
from the quiet long toaster of its dude-mold, 
horniness fever bandied about in instructional video drag, 
blog skin musk trailed moody fused to racism
as if in a bad bad eBook fuck-up,
logical fallacies summoned with hate as if in fright, 
scared of walking over to the Kool-Aid jug-romanticized 
to actually manually digit eyeballs,  

scared of breaking, 
wanting to break. 

Monday, December 29, 2014


Mickey Mouse in anatomical hockey mask sticks a nail into a stress-relieving toy, nude, rat stomach transparent, veins weird, ears gross. Magical M&Ms become grass Kermit-like in the holes aliens left in the rapid eye movement of male tantrum, the asbestos gaze leashing the anime colossus of the robot lord’s gorilla remains legless to Martha. Mental doom entombs inspirational candy with the rancid beer physics of semen jeans and with the chimney science of cuckoo clock boners, snuggles bubbles into industrial refuse-warmers.   

Friday, December 26, 2014

If Santa Were A Jock

With the lights out, the action-lava of nostalgia smashes into a plateau,
into a grid touched by its jock sun, the firmament encoded into lulz
with the Jedi vibe of Reddit most foul, of gods enamored with my dump. 
I watched Goombas share a sleeping bag and forgiveness wander into gore, 
in the ER, hands on the funky chakras of a football mascot. 
The animated chatter of the reanimated corpse, though –
in the comments – can you feel Yoshi’s castles?
I have … seen things you people wouldn’t believe.
When I close my eyes, I still see stuff … Christmas circling back
to the blaster in a screenshot, glitching from hobo to robo – to bro –
spawning milkshake in its casual death, chiming relative
to its mortal throwback, adorable as jelly latching onto fear.    

Monday, December 22, 2014

mysterious night curve Friday in a boat
dry against dead scary cherry sank a big heart
bloated elderly Japanese static teddy leather

drain of mirrors furnace tomorrow blasts backwards
verboten major sticky strained Warhol’s swastika
Jesus mounting really hates humans
really leave who amongst the most damned lawnmower
as the brain morass fucks a girl

ugggghhhn 15 minutes of synthesized birdcage
little bunnies eeeeeee, whores as waterproof, giants, elusive
bring in the shake isolating deepthroat meaningful Axe
tomb pour O dicks shits
feel intrusive killing as well bleed out intrusive

worry anxious same goes itchy meta
rapping Reagan Oi since first wig caramel
screeches can’t burger asking if the system is fucked
imaginary lalalalala draws pawing dark metal
merry steak knife floods if glitter goes blank

Friday, December 19, 2014

data 2010 of
the normal beach bubble

towel tongue
jonesing for
innate popsicle

on a dime 
remixes LSD
to default goblin

of global
duck gray with….

cook pine
in pain

inject with….. 
shoot my dog

balls-deep in diaper
shapes of sounds;

the stream opening
a subtext of exteriors

mono sky-eyes
full of blood –

bliss techniques
dribble marshmallow
midair Toyota
chevron twinkle with….

the jazz process
of your enemies
then stayed on:

Dali’s tears belched
from the slashed lens
of circle burn

blow job 3D-printed
King clockface
Aknefuk on
quaaludes in
ghoulish schmooze

apathy FM-

the Manson experiment's
mousehead jizz
magic threat

Matches soft moon Stefan’s
matchbox glands
pussy foot 
baby blinder

splooshes dead pigs with….
the striations of torture
not always visible

Sunday, December 14, 2014

The Wax Fruit In Dune

weird worms go anywhere
like a penis, handcrafted Chuck-e-Cheese
lab spirit love glimpse via the wardrobe’s Mickey Mouse
ironically scraping poop off of antlers
circuits hark at the gift guide, interject with an exploding head
the darkest missing pet bastard inside out suit
spider solid math medley secluded in ugly sweater
penis tempest erect as the sisterhood rips it out
(swallowing the scream in the mug)
(suffering the egg timer’s thyroid chin)
for Linux butchers cheese, glittering bloody vape
crypto twitch digests MS Paint
eats heat thud alive via Agent Cooper’s fruit wax
the worms in Dune look like dicks, fossil aerobically
but their moving parts geek to the massacre
but big man x-rays at cop funerals set up counter-claw 

Wednesday, December 10, 2014


Zeus eats seafood through a mask of ocean gauze and that spray-wobble of food extraction is how ambient diesel relates to the brownie’s dark algebra connecting the car bomb to the limb’s iPhone case with the flavor of piano thought bubbles crunchy as souls captured in lunatic blotches of lobster torture and soft-porn boardgames decking the hallways of aquatic time’s strange light with the motion of mysterious flirting mauling puppies in God’s lap and chopping the conduit to its bleak expanse in a circus of bug debris as if in the wake of the Red Bull time-travel of a scarecrow with fucking fleas.  

Monday, December 8, 2014

The Devil Blocked Me

Squid kill deer as a 2001 space odyssey 
inks the pyramids and Chernobyl 
single-handedly fans a joint!
well now all the pics relax
and cry goop athrough balding eyes
your asshole tears a new you!

seethes death's negative energy
as wriggle becomes urban legend
and snapchat butters hat
surfs the full moon's log (in Hawaii) 
as funny abstract neurotransmitter 
tucks into urinals swollen with gnarl
and every oink oink in-between
super Mario hunchback as bacon knot
of police officer licks orphan!

As peace perpetuates gun
fire foams in horse bellyache!
Rocky's flipper, though
tooling Gatorade around in insomnia
as anarchy = Jehovah's witnesses
in tungsten dies alone, misunderstood
the Devil blocked me I can't #believeit!

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Untitled – Another Mutation

An ambulance out of nothing – out of hollow whale chained to crisp parking lot –
with a side of Steve Jobs's head in a bear trap, less an electron than
a regular plugin. Pug flesh combed by its soothing atom.
A homeless man sleeps beneath this monument to youth –
a mashup of regular flesh and bones – talking, talking; the IKEA stick a cop beat him
with gave him a sex change. A spreadsheet of this still languishes there as
a memorial of the time the robot bourgeoisie, wrapped in futuristic jaundice, began to
understand Marty McFly, who in a manly voice insisted: “Instead Skeletor –
though homosexual – should be TIME's most biological person of the year.”
Commercials spread thin behind 3D glasses on a troll's nose.
Progressively,” Walmart sexualizes the crooked spectrum with the zen of fermentation,
branding itself pro life, arming celebrity holograms with learning devices
to fight like regular babe magnets; their ghosts spit in the sand.
Nobody cares. 

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