GRAY VS. GREY:
...the park mom...the sewing needle...chartreuse talk in the gray brutal wiz-diz of tick-toc: we share the same flip-flop...no mouths to spin the shirt stains...only eyes that shape the tongue to say nothing...
...half of the world remains deaf while the other half dreams about knowing something that they probably thought they heard, but never learned...and it doesn't take a genuis to say: "I've heard it all before" because even an idiot can learn to hate his own brain...BUT it always sounds so penis-sized when some fart-breathed mother tells you that he knew all before...
...to act clueless, yeah sometimes it works...remain partial to your anatomy...the grey matters a lot while it's all about "the looks"...the elegance of language or the lack there of....someone wanting to find their twin as a soul-mate...the fly on the wall...eating the world as it is or digesting the soul as a natural disgrace...the writing on the wall: "one + one= me"...playing tennis with the tall trees...golfing in the nude...AND the grass is like chemistry: suburban lawn storm...dry spin those stains and forget about the laundry...chewing gum and smoking cigarettes gives you library tongue..
...thought that I heard something important today, but my heart was too busy thumping, masturbating my brain away...so quick: my imagination suddenly appeared as a visual...but never did it come.
...the park mom...the sewing needle...chartreuse talk in the gray brutal wiz-diz of tick-toc: we share the same flip-flop...no mouths to spin the shirt stains...only eyes that shape the tongue to say nothing...
...half of the world remains deaf while the other half dreams about knowing something that they probably thought they heard, but never learned...and it doesn't take a genuis to say: "I've heard it all before" because even an idiot can learn to hate his own brain...BUT it always sounds so penis-sized when some fart-breathed mother tells you that he knew all before...
...to act clueless, yeah sometimes it works...remain partial to your anatomy...the grey matters a lot while it's all about "the looks"...the elegance of language or the lack there of....someone wanting to find their twin as a soul-mate...the fly on the wall...eating the world as it is or digesting the soul as a natural disgrace...the writing on the wall: "one + one= me"...playing tennis with the tall trees...golfing in the nude...AND the grass is like chemistry: suburban lawn storm...dry spin those stains and forget about the laundry...chewing gum and smoking cigarettes gives you library tongue..
...thought that I heard something important today, but my heart was too busy thumping, masturbating my brain away...so quick: my imagination suddenly appeared as a visual...but never did it come.