Monthly Archives: September 2017

All hail the bloody axe of friendship
The tiny points of light expanding outward
Fall again, I know it is
And I know I will
Into a big pile of leaves
A pile of burning books

We battle through the days
Sacrificing speed and cuteness
Ear hair appears
I want to tell you all to stop abusing
Your fine young bodies
But fear of being banned
From the trading floor inhibits me

Channeling all the channels
I feel so fucked over
You made the children’s table cool
Why do I always lie about my cocaine use
I’m not even sure I’ve ever tried it
Maybe once, I don’t think it did anything.
I was scared to take more
Because I know it’s really expensive
And I didn’t want to appear greedy

The good thing about things being
Extra shitty, you just wipe a
A little bit of the shit off
And then then it feels like
Things are amazing

It okay to have inside jokes
Just as long as they don’t last
The entire length of your life

Wicker sun on the wall
Scotch tape moon
David Bowie picture
With a knife in front of it
Love is not power
Love is not power
Love is not power
Love is not power.
It’s so much better.
But not all at once.

Mermaids will never make love to you
When in need of a pinch of pepper.
Salt castle will appear

Amoebas on the ceiling.
Or are they paramecium?
Or spermatozoa don’t ya know a-

School is in session
An in flux of beer and vegetables
Everybody touching themselves in public

I have see better clouds in person
Than I could ever have imagined
In my entire life

There is an art to making art
Where it hangs
What kind of beverage you drink
While sitting in front of it

Life is what happens between hurricanes now. An ocean full of stomachs.
A stomach full of beer.
A beer full of ocean.

Thumbnail sunrise
Talking is taking sometimes
Fat cats on the walls
Local things I don’t understand

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