Day two of this mess and I. The search continues. The search to be able to write with my thoughts and finger in sequence. This the goal. Yes the goal motherfuckas. I want to make this happen.
Cheese cloth miss moth. Falling out of my mind like random drips from a drain. Outer edge to the dead center. Drippy Drip drop. The pussy is about to pop. The cleaners are meaner and the dogs be at the door. Ready to clip your wings and make you squeeze. Like a little turd on the run. Breaking your legs and quarrelling with your sensitivities.
Ooomoustaah. Ooomoustaah.
Break my neck and call me ghastly. Where does the Latin spit from? Where does the Greek break from? Wide open.
This is just unfocused ramblings. The moving in out and of a focused type.
This is the weirdest shit known to this side of the universe. Opposed to the other side of the universe which everything is so weird anyways that nothing is weird. What spot that would be. A big freak fest. I want to hang out there. Pump up the jams. I guess thats more chaos than order. CHAOOOO. CHAOOOo.. Ooo.
Goddamn it.
I need to get my shit in order in the mornings. Class is still slightly a mess. I need to get the class computers organized in a way for them to go station to station and it looks more like things are getting done in here. Getting done in here versus just hanging out and letting the day past. Its 9:42 am and my eyes are tired and I'm yawning. I eating better though and coming off a week of drinking and smoking. This will be moved past.
I am going to skip out of this messy mess. First realizing its tiny little molehills that I trip on only if when I decide to. This whole mess can be put away with ease. Prima materia into whatever my imagination wills into existence. This is my next step.
This is possible.
Anything is possibleeeee..
Thanks Kevin Garrnett for putting that into my noggin.
Tether me shimbers.
My goopy poopy mind is coming into being.
There is a fine line between chaos and creation..>>....>> Yea Paul.
Lets break down and boogie. Jazzy Jazzz. Hit the pazz. Pause. Button to my heart.
Sing with a little bit of brim! This is the ennndd. My lonely friend. THEee end.
Whaooaosoo ooOOoOcahchahchahcha. Fuck YOUUSS. FACCCK YOU!!.
This being of light brings forth the typing of a thousand ages.
Temple SI.
Eager Eagles taking you down to the ship of hell.
You can eat these dirty bombs Mr President. Take this job and shove it. I hate your life and everything you represent. Fuck you bastard. Dick head among dick heads. You dirty diaper of a napkin. Wipe your lips with your own filth. There is a enough shit spilling out your mouth to fill my childhood outhouse. And that motherfucker was obviously dug to China.
So you and the Chinese Mandarin Heads. Both ends with their non elected rulers of their own cultural cult shithole and both ends fill the rest of the world with youzz bullshit lies sold to everybody.
The Zombified masses. Froze and scared. Unable to deal with realities in front of them and required a soft blanket that is slowly suffocating them while the rest of the house is in flames. There are peoples who's sheets are already burnt to a crisp and they must face the fires in the house head on. Burst through them and emerge on the other side or choke on the smoke and let the flames consume them. Bringing them back to dust. Back to the rattles. Back to the bones.
Can we sneak without creeps. Can we kill the ghouls and goblins in the night's long terror. Who demands such of these? Where does the beauty lie in the shreds of what could be?
I must break my normal everyday consciousness with this strange exercise. I can feel the synapses in my brain getting tired of firing. A work out for my brain. A work out for my fingers. Making this all happen with a flick of a thought. I am buzzing along and hoping all my fingers can get their act together. Making this whole exercise into a play. Like playing the piano. Finding a correct rhyme that can make this thing run indefinitely. When the thing I think is complete. The idea has been brought across and I am content. Still giggling with what I just let go forth. This is all I can pray for and have faith a faith a faith in.
Baaaaby. Incoherence of WAM and George Michael play in my mind. Wam bam. I am. A man. Day after day.
Dah da-dah da-da dah.
My nose is kind of chilly. My dick area feels a cool chill across the front of my pants. I want pussy. Pussy comes to my mind. I want to find a girl of my dreams. A badass web cam model chick. Can I find love via Webcam prostitutes. Whores. Ladies of the night. I love them. Those are my kind of girls. I love the honest expression of their sex. Getting down to fucking & cash. Upfront and honest, this is what I want and wish I could be more of. A contrast to what the fucking evil bastards are acting out infront of us. These ding dongs selling their souls on the TV. Saying all the nice things and pouring shit out their mouth which the human centipede eats up. We live in this gutter. The slop we are fed everyday. Neon radiation diarrhea.
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