half-snipped sprig of barbed wire while you imagine page five gallons pouring pink into the center of clouds. Or you. Or the other way around.
Wow, am I lucky! That dream was like a skematic diagram of the back of my color television. Morning becomes a clamp and continues and there you are
matress on the sidewalk- next to a bike chained to a tree. Earthsick One out of three says I'm a lie. One out of three says I'm alive. and the other
After all... No one has to hatch these days.... since eating ones own shell is so depressing scowering your liquid rhine for those first few vitamins
in fact a dark hat hung on a hook looks like a well behaved black hole cocked correctly on what must be a very serious wall some delicious picture
and annual "serious serious gut's competition"... (sponsored in part by the pain reliever people and the heads of music television) Yes, you and ten other
feel it will tend to, tending to keep you alive. and the rest: a simple time stretching of one earth & common fabric... of fragile blood run cellular engine and something or other
?60,000,000 ways to die choose one? this is a solar thang like 2% hope on ice with your molitov self on all the tangible gone of away air mattress
When the long vein of the law bites his right eye at you from behind his stingy brimmed black hat of all fact. Yours can only choke, firing blanks all
One day we all wake to find Fishbowl rocks in our right front pocket And a movie ticket stub From the local morgue Kept safe there in the other
It drives the act. The dark people I know fail the most beautiful things. Why? The line-slash-line. It bites. It drives.
I'll run till my wallet falls out. I lost a switch blade running across a field one time. My ghost? A bad spelling of my wording till the date that
When last we left him... our hero yes was recently diagnosed as being last haver of a most unusual sort of blood. quite surprised by the news himself
The lids on Streetlights peel back to reveal row upon row of bulging black bird eye. all gorged out toward you like exotic zoo snakes heaped up on
I suppose, when you wake up And the dream you goes dodo? You will find, in your front pocket One of those stubby golf pencils? Convincing living
I see bow, kite and bones. I really am, and you'd excuse me if my throat fell out. Say, I'm a window- and windows fall to pieces.. to pieces. And then
So dive and lumen never seen before? To pray my days and blue your eyes? I run to wipe the blue away. I don?t want to see you techni-nothing-colored
I hope that Ill grow tired of Raising hell tonight Just as subtle as bullet Blindly mixing chemicals A formula as fatal As the pills you take that grace
