All My Friends are Dead

I Am The Ressurection

But they do not Care about Life or Death

They care about Illusions of Power and Wealth

So I’ll go back to Franklin and Dayton

And see how Heavy the Sunlight is there

And drink myself good and Brilliant
A
nd teach the shadows how to breath and speak

Then find my Friends & see if any of them

can look me in the Face and Smile

or if their Mouths are as Dead as their Hearts.

Well that isn’t quite the Truth, I have alot of Friends I have never Met

And others I Haven’t Seen in Thousands or Hundreds of Years

But most of them are Dead as Well

Though one is in Jerusalem building an army of Metaphor Zombies

To Fight a Threat he doesn’t care about for a World he would Rather

Rape.

it’s Quite amusing

The Power of Badger.

Mainly I’ve just got alot of Nothing

Love Hope Faith and Bastard Endlessness to Spend

On Woe and Terribality.

In Other Words I’ve got Everthing everyone Else Threw Away

Including Life and Death

And I Can’t Figure out Why They care about Wealth

Cause I’ve got all the Money too

And The Elements and The Color and the Sound

Words and Breath, Hearts and Dreams

And All they care about is Power?

WEALTH?

You Threw Away everything that was True

And Chased yourself into EPIC FAIL

But it isn’t Epic outside of the Full Scope

And You Don’t Have Eyes or Vision either…

Pitty that but I Don’t Pitty You

I’m just going to watch you squirm around

Until I Can use you as Fishing Lures for

Bigger Fish and then Turn you Into That Fish

And Name you Flounder or Magikrap

ABRACADABRA ITI MYM

ALLA
MASKASM
KZAMAZK
ZAZ

ASSA

There is alot of Sexual Innueindo

When you Back Track Through Magic

Has Anyever Had a MaskasM?

I Ask you now

Because I Bet Everyone Who Just Read This

DID

In any Event

I’m wondering when my Highschool Reunion is

And If everyone Will be Fatter and more Ugly than Me or Not

And If I’ll get Laid… ORGY?

Technically that is a Joke on YOU

CAUS ITI (I only Do Menage T’rees)

Isn’t that Fucking Beautiful, >>    ITI

It’s Like how a Perfect Breast Would Look

If it Were Digital. And Contained Illusions Within Mystery

And Backwards Enigmas of Soft Cuddly Rigidness.

HE EN
T     D

I Am Classic like Howdy Doody

-The Words are Flowing Freely
  They Always do
  Alittle Nicotine, Alittle Music
  Till they Fill my Heart.
  Its the Gesture of All or Nothing
  This Familiar, homogeneous Stacking History.
  Crumbling down From Sources aiming to Shudder
  Pouring Out from Unknown Directions…
  Driving into the Desert to meet a Man, When
  All Is Full Of Suck…. Where are you Cinderella?
  …Lost In Gratitude to The Red Whale?
  Caged by The Carcass Heat of Sincerity?
  Busy Helping The Sun Limp through my Mouth?
 
  Tastless How, Incinerating Why
  To Nowhere Who
  Just a  Living Dead Man, But
  Very Soon, I’ll be Given Love
  I’ll Have to Trust It:
  I’m ready, All & too Far gone.
  And Suddenly
  From Above…
  Flirting Again
  With
  Save Me. –

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Love is As how I Am
Merely a Touch, The Biggest Lie
Dead, no Alive most Beautiful
The Whole Living Night Sky
Cold in your Blood
& Just how Did, The Stars rest to Come
Behind your Eyes, And Even the Sun.
Midnight Rained, the Answers Came
And Distraught I Saught to Name
But Who Can Belittle a Smile
Not even in my Guile.
I Have Seen The Crosses Name
It is She and She To Bear
I Must Remain…
Love is As how I am
My Hope, My Lovers name…
Is Gone,
Just a Song
Not Sung 
Never Sang 
& Forever
 Unsingable.

I Write Heated Gibberish

Like

 

Awake sleep Darkness asking Dawn

 

And sinks. Green Star, [Please]Close your Thunderbolts.

 

Glorious Bloodied White Vastness

 

Tell me if the Hands of Men Still.

 

Surrounded electric Glass, Chemical Fire, Collar without Sky

 

His Eyes are) Building            )Daybreak

 

Shining with Luster

 

Like bleak swords of Sun decay

 

Devourers of Dying Lust, for Contact.

 

His Eyes are a bleeding font to harsh Sweetness

 

Lighten-ing Echoes of Alone-

 

-Cement like Blackened Wire without Mystery.

 

Shouted Promises of Salty Goods

‘and

Smothered Flowers in your Mouth.

 

Idle ghostlyOrb-Syllables of both fear and Tenderness

 

Incredulous and Unruly Lashes sustained only

 

By Air and Dreams.

 

An Arrow

 

A Thin Throb

 

Perpetually Breaking

 

Peirce.

 

Mouth of Feathers, Supple,

 

Flick of Tongue— Smashing Wound’s of Silent-Awe

 

Tearing Holes in the Fabric of Could Be

 

His Eyes are) Building            )Daybreak.

 

 

 

 -thend-

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“I know how Hard it is for you to get up before noon, but once a week isn’t going to cut it.”

She was right. We were going to Hell, calmly and stupidly. And with indifference. Just the way a Baby does.

Today I am sad there is not a Specific occupation called goat extractor

I Beleive White Lies are The Holy Ghost… The UnHoly being the not Sinking sand Ghost.

I Asked the Stars to tell me Which Side they were on in this Debate

But their Reply was in Swiss and I’m fairly certain, also untenably Unreliable.

The Darkness did not Answer and I knew then for certain

That it was It which had been Horribly Wronged.

I Made plans to become a Holy Ghost Buster but then

I started hearing music coming from my pants. I Did not Own a Cell Phone…

I washed my hands and was Freaked out by the sign next to the soap dispenser. It said EMPLOYEES MUST WASH HANDS but it didn’t say Whose.

I walked outside. I looked up. The moon has not filled with blood. There should be a specific word for this Disappointment.

Below, The Clouds funneled into Bland Ameobas, I Cannot see them but i know their there being Bland and plotting Pathnogenesis

(How else could they survive the air the planes? I can hear them crying at times but everyone else just says “It’s raining”

I fell alseep in sheets that every time I closed my eyes started meowing.

It must have been a kitten in a past more sentient life. Can Objects Reincarnate? My Dreams do not Say…

When I woke up my Ceiling was Staring at me.

“What?”

“You kept saying masturbate a kitten… Did you go on the internet again?”

I Should Have never given it a Name Like “Ardvark”

But pronounciations always worry me

And Synchronicity

I Spend the next ten minutes muling over Seals, Apocalypses

And Finally Circus Balls and the Barking sound Retarded Children

Should Make, but Don’t

And how instead we’re left with only highly trained animals

To make up for their selfishness. then I Feel Bad

Because I’m just making excuses for why I Don’t like Them

But Why can’t They match the amusement of Highly Trained Marine Mammals?

I make plans for the rapture, I’m going to demand Answers

And Shrimp.

I plan ahead… I plot to Uni-Bomb Heaven for a lack of Cocktail sauce…

…It’s more refined than potty humor

But not by much. I Promise myself this with fingers spooning eachother

Surely Surely…

(It’ll be the only way I’ll know if God is real)

Either that… or the Stars start having to pay Rent.

I Do not Beleive in One Flesh

I Beleive in Many

I Do not Beleive in Vain Blood

I Believe in The Splattered Pattern

OF FREEDOM!