Day 8

11.15.10

Love is so good, when your stealing it.

Biting on the lip, trippin, in it.

 Shifting through rift tides o’ time.

Upload binary, coronary hot chocolate and soya shakes, going raw, with the Beatles.

Lordy I hate the Beatles, many ask me why.

Sorry no explanation needed, 

transplanted, saved seeds, 

no weed on tv.

Monstrous project started out as a story, 

but the tories 

got a hold, of

this run away freight train. 

Loose leaf tea, blank stare, glazed eyes, poorly stitch ideas.

Twitch!

Butt cramp, leg cramp brain cramp, roll over, 

quilt over head.

Still in bed... 

I think, last time I looked ten pages ago.

So, 

maybe we can do something like this again.

Wonderful, joyous welcome, to this, and that.

This was going to be a poetic novel, instead it’s

hours of shoveling it.

Only thing about good intentions is, they all ways forget to mention it, to you.

Short skirts in crossed legs, what ever staged cheap bar, is needed.

Hoping for a break through, hand out far away, table and chair, phantoms of you and your dreams locked in excused of quotations.

Don’t know the answer to this issue.:

“Cuse me do you need a tissue.

On line child porn, is corn lodge in society’s shit.

Problems with email, traceable to suburban buses loads of tourist, visiting  sporting resorts.

Hey there’s no running hot water or flushable toilet.

Ass boils on the hairy ass of the inconvenient.

Spoiled and used to exploit, means to our end of excessive life styles.

Pile it high, uncollectitve capital.

Not supporting a meeting and greeting to disgust that must churn in the stomach of, such evil creatures posing as human.

Rubber balloon, cruising death row, in pink jump suits, pollute binary, one, zero, one, zero,

Nero’s red herring flies in spaces between,dirt under nails, cracks in walls and cockroaches asshole.

Watch him fiddle, diddle me while Rome, burns, turn left at the right sign.

Timed confuting made with spaghetti.

Hey I bought new shoes today!

Yea fuck I bought a new pair of shoes.

The old  shoes where givin me the Mississippi Blue.

Delta at best, canoeing down to river side Wolsly, opposed in a more positive light.

My huge feet mostly protest and confess, ugly coverings of condemned sense.

Fashion is far from my community of thought’s passion.

I bought a new pair of shoes today, watch me fly.

My old ones gave me grief, retreat from the front lines, behind the times.

Blinded by Mondragon’s cookies, while playing hooky giving you a blow job.

I bought new shoes today.

Wanna walk in my old ones.

See if they fit, then hit the concrete, and role play you are me, and see, if you can walk a mile in my old shoes.

Worn holes in my souls, tango and fandango, kleeshays.

I do try not to repeat myself, be interesting, investing time, to read all of this shit.

And count how many times I try to be profound and find, I cringed out the gutter and shutter at what, I find in the cup of my bra.

Bullshit, tits, ass and sex.

Does it always come down to sex.

I bet good food is in there some where.

Did I tell you I bought a new pair of shoes?

The old ones hurt my being at cheap, my left knee swollan with defeat.

My god most of this drivel is a river about me.

How boring.

Where was I.

Oh yea, doing it today, thinking it today, so proud about my new pair of shoes.

That you could careless, I confess, I am proud of my new shoes.

Reused the old shoes to house my plants, under my apple tree.

Where I sit and dream about my new pair of shoes.

GAG!!!!