Crushing the black toads on the horizon I can't stop but wonder - will they feed all the children or only enough to cause more of a tragedy? - If not enough black toad guts the scene will end with terror in the eyes of those you can feel it to the core. Seeing all being and watch it collapse in front of them like a dam wiped out by a tsunami. Except that the dam is all humanity of what could have been and the tsunami is utter fucking torture on scales we did not even know existed. How many of these black toads do we need?
Do they feel the fucking terror when I crush them?
I place them on a rock as the sun goes down. I let them check out the last sunset. Oranges, Reds, Yellows. Grapefruit in the sky. The juices pour down the hills. Theres a flash of green just before the Sun sinks into its nightly sheets and I jump up and down on the black toad with both my feet. Its guts and tongue and eyeballs and limps spray in all directions. Just before this thing is just breathing normally checking out the Sun. Then Guts. Then its goo. It is transformed into goo on my shoe. I bring this shoe back and store it on the shelf. Waiting for somebody to lick the bottom of it and become transformed. Through the death of the black toad they become aware of the outer and inner movements of the sun and the moon. Dance with the music of spheres in extacsy until hunger hits and they want to fuck something.
But black toads are getting hard to find these days.
I drag the vapour into my mouth and lungs as I duck behind the flat screen television on my desk. I got a coffee to my left. My orange hat to the left of that. I scratch my head with my right hand. The right hand that has a blue Christian bracelet on it given to me by a man in 30s with a cognitive development issue. With the words – Make Way For The Lord – imprinted on it. I feel an itch on the right side of my chin and my right inner thigh. I scratch it with my left hand. I used to care about the homeless now I just care about my next meal. I want to eat a hamburger so big I shit my pants before I am halfway through. Cheese, bacon, eggs, onions, tomato, jalapenos, banana peppers, pickles, mustard, hot sauce, hot garlic sauce, and stacks and stacks of drippy greasy meat.
TO DIE FOR.
TO Shit my pants for.
TO diaherra for. TO LEARN how to spell diaherra for.
Drivel, Dribble. A Dribble vagina. A spraying vagina and extacsies of a woman. I agree with Wilhelm Reich when he says orgasms are the life force of the universe. What more explanation then you need than an orgasm to come into existence. I think theres a continual out pouring of life. Continous life force pushing through. Orgon energy or the river of the dao. Tao. Now what do you say right now. This present moment is a continual swell of energy pushing through. We just need the right grid to ride it correctly. As the moments change so must the grid in order to ride the wave of now. The outpouring energy as it kicks out.
Plump mothers, just lay back and take it. The take of energy and the movement of energy.
MagnaElectra
Ying Yang
GangBang.
Foreskin of Penis
Clitoris of Vagina
Makes an androgenie
Rub the lamp something is going to come out
Thrak my brain as best I can. Joiners or leavers we'll bring out cleavers. Japping with my lips flapping. Chao Chao. Bring me some mayo. I want to slip you a gayo. Time. Time. Trime.TRYMIME
Try a mime for once in your life. Goddamn it. Your missing out on the whole shebang. Shebangarang.
She bangs Sheep bangs. Sheep ba. Baaa. Baaa. Baa
