Aug 08, 2004 01:52
and almost drowned.
Zed Alpha McGraw HST Three-two-one-niner.
Where's my float, i thought i left it here
i guess my little horse must think me queer
no bottom, no top
so just drink every last fluctuating drop
wrists and radials and typhoid blue
tv dials and green keys too
scared and ready for what is a long ways in the offing
degrading-comma-poem
like Flowers for Algernon
i'd do it
you would too
declaration-comma-meaningless
junlge-comma-kelp
pictionary dictionary squares and spheres
my little horse says you're all queers
tears
surge in the chase, i got notebooks today
i wish john and austin where here
austin will be soon
anyone lose a dog? mine's dew later
silly ralson
everyone knows robots don't have mana
fall from grace
scrape your face
lose the race
keep the pace
play it all close to the vest, all close to the vest my loving sons
the end wants you to go meekly, arms wide
so oblige the fucker. he's just the baddest sleeping pill around
maybe if there were rocks
no more rides in the sun cube
life is an inside joke know won else nose
we fade in and out of the slipstream
the slipstream
bears me away, bore my today
today is today's birthday, my child by the slipstream
obviously
go drown
God keep our showers warm and His rains cold.