born surely under the sign of the blind mole rat. we learn by burrowing.

right everybody
stand still
while i
figure
everything out

drawing
the face of god
with alphabet soup
harder
than anticipated
says local man

weird to design a whole fabric of reality based on wile e. coyote metaphysics if you don't look down you won't fall guess george clooney was right in that movie huh?, we are like sharks gotta keep moving well be right back gonna study under the cookie monster and see what wisdom he got for me

it is possible that i may have to agree to the sorcery of a word and the next and the next until such time that my teeth can chew a stone

or not. this is a safe space reach for the stars everyone is welcome here

i suppose at some point the line on that graph stabilizes

tbh the pertinence of her plight only increases with the number of men you add to that equation

or two

i mean i know we can all laugh at the twilight movies but ya gotta recognize the validity of the immortal themes like you know bella honestly if you think about it, representing the longstanding struggle of humanity to be really cool and fuck a hot guy

remember guys if you're having sperm cramps have some sperm banana that sperm potassium will fix you right up

"magic!", i say, waving jazz hands, "whatever magic is"

one morning on a terrace above some rainforest we will at last sit at long last just sit and drink our drinky drinks and smoke our smoky smokes and watch our parroty parrots and forget even the shadow especially the shadow of what was coming to get us

when my
city is
ready ah when
my city is
ready
well i, well
i will, i
will, i am not
sure,
really

"Burger King. Ugh, FINE"

at what point are they just gonna start singing "all you need is hate" around a fire where they are roasting a small child

the last tapas and cocktails and maybe after head out to dance

twice-golden

i keep going down and around alleyways trying to build a city from the ground with a purposeful stumble, almost keen and altogether dizzy, steps that are both dust and rose and nine one one call

a love letter to the knights on the ground

i think i've seen this phrased in different ways but i often say one of the things about this life is that the right people have questions and the wrong people have certainties. but that is in the end at the very core of the difference between smart and moronic

if the weather comes through it's a perfect opportunity for people at the protests everywhere else to serenade "i bless the rains down in washingtonnnnn". i know it doesn't do much but it's the small things you know

and no chairs for kings

until i describe in detail and bake the perfect blueberry muffin i have to keep eating the shitty 6-week old blueberry muffin i found in the dumpster out back, oh tetris why are you picking muffins from the trash to eat, listen here you little shit until you come up with a better metaphor you have t

if they need someone on the other side to fire a gun they will just hire someone to fire a gun from the other side

when there aren't tanks rolling up my street i get to sit at the window and look at the night sky and whine and bitch and ponder and yearn. when there are tanks rolling up my street i get to sit at the window and mind the tanks rolling up my street

in the
maelstrom
draw
the unicorns
you like
but all the
while
trying to
figure out
what
that horn
is doing
there

what precious
attention to detail
are tooth cavities
and irs forms