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experiment 331: pinwheel

Webcrawler,
dirty up my posts,

obscene, commercial, landscape
manufacturer. Never met a man
with as plain taste as you, phenotyped
animal. You make the ocean raging
against the beach boring, poor man.

Would you could,
the internet all cobwebs, I might
adore you more.

& the 3-D, 4-K landscape
you breathe kills the lil guys in my
lungs that help me absorb oxygen.

experiment 330: part 7

..tattershorn blankets

funny to try;

7-up felt y'could
just embroid

er it, & may
be bett
er. It's just
a silly excuse
btw precious & preco
cious.

Dangling
a lil
neon
light
..

experiment 329: lewy body

Took
a drill, felt
an unsafe offense.

How could they
have known?
Something they did,
I guess.

A mall,
influence of we all
collapse—density, gravity of 
urinalisys clamor,
baby.

 

experiment 328: pigs (three different ones)

& suddenly,
a wave overtakes;
owl-distant, chandelier of bones—
a rope with three knots.

Hoarder at the gate barked
“got to go.”
Burned-out sticks, all that’s left.
Sallow sky spreads clouds all
around.

Here we grow

thick with night,
se faltan cicadas, frogs.

Hear but one howl,
wind thru bleached ribs—

& suddenly, desert.

 Southern California authenticity re: punk & hardcore lol

u f f

 I don’t know some d—k night when you knew me and were all flesh-machine but ghost mountain oh god twilight concerts the fairgrounds the boardwalk (fire swirls) letting wishing well cringe. how about just feeling good, though? ‘Swhat we’re doing. 

How easily to pull a self from oneself. Aneasy, well, idiot android, takes time of prepositions to thoughts. O sugar magnolia! O love & happiness!

You,

Reached deep into my chest

Up my ass to the elbow

took me by the collar

Swayed a savage dance

Back bent all the way

Head swinging

Your hands up my torso—

thick warm hands

were never mine.

I never wiped your blood

From my body

It went inside. 

You know,

I remember a time when I was a child that I realized how often I’d had cherryscabbed knees.  

It had been a few months after a few successive falls. I marveled about how long I’d had these

scabs 

on my knees. A fourth of my little life

To scan, to contain your blood is a lot of responsibility tho. 

experiment 322: boxing the hog

the lead singer of cavity killed a dude

stabbed his head

that's why they only lasted 7 yrs.

he's in jail now.

sludge—understated—

full lungs choke

a fuck you,

slit-necked attack, cough

but blood. cataract, when flush

gets sinister, epoch of sludge,

break-necked, jostled.

a, well

Ungutter

Drawn to happy manatee splashes,

spiral, dolphins & independence splayed feral

fecund, failed valve for fault, 

we’re p much just watching now. 

Hope you are having a great week!

when it happens we will be unable to move//we've been unready this whole time (17)

ground to the bottom with terrorists attacks & guess we will boil soon

here in the unsoapable corner of a coffee cup we huddle from coverup

wipe soot sludge Los Angeles eyes

syrupy grit you can't see up close a grey day but not really

anyway we're waiting for something like catastrophic

we all know it's going to happen 

that it wasn't just what happened yesterday

Hope you are having a great week!

Ginger. Up all night. 

On the floor right now. 

Tofa parked & napped. Car battery is dead. 

“Things Are Gonna Change I Can Feel it.”

[…] know what I’m saying?

Plastic eyeballs […] spray […]

I can feel it

Appreciate//Boulder Creek//secret summer//Sacred glimmer//’diamonds on the main’

Gloaming ridges
shear golden flashes
thru lilt-leaved
dream machines.

Hospitalized, I see joy,
fragile one-time golden lightness that flashes across
my bed w/redwood tufts waving in & out.

Caress this hillside w/cars,
motorcycles, roar obtrusive.
Still, I hear birds. And

time is the opposite of love. There is a fixed amount; it
doesn’t matter who you would be.

experiment 327: pilot jones

they saw a child
floating above a chair
from their boat. and she
was on the beach, a speck
smiling and hovering over
plastic-molded minnie mouse
yes the kind of paint that flakes
off & that takes a hold of the lungs
[heavy metals or some shit] her bangs
[so cute] square on her brown head
of hair, and so slowly they saw
how easily, unnoticeably she
landed back down, no
body on the beach?
oh why, even saw
how impossible
she floated,
how?

a hundred high-ways

prob'ly did it

but just in

case, i'll try 

a hundred more.

*'"^~\{[blistering guitar noise]}/~^"'*

don't wanna die

til i drive

a hundred 

high-ways with you

hol up

tryna chill & fuck a bit

funerary song

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cid,

lou.

Da--

cid?

photograph of boulder, soil creeping up its side

To understand our responsibility we must compare the capability of non-human animals in proportion with skillset. Getting food and perpetuating the population are p much the only responsibilities of a domesticated cat, if that, with a consistent caretaker and despite him. 

They do well.

Maintaining oneself within a social system & economic structure is far too complex, and many of us manage it less well than the cat who finds food and hopefully a fuck.

HAMMOND SONG

What’s,
can’t we live?

Don’t dream it be it.

O, meat//

(Hammond Song, by The Roches, plays)

//cancer.