Google tits

Google tits and see what comes up. Kiss a naked form and figure how dance works. Slice skin and witness fake rhythms. Move faster than anyone could. Fall apart in front of crowds for no reason. Tell experts their wrong and that nothing they say makes sense. Care more about your joke than anything else. Stay hard and laughing behind your kid eyes. Make less sense than more. Swing like Elvis and trees. Kiss the wood before and while it rots. Think of little things and only little things. Never have a punch line. Piss people off and always acknowledge that they have nipples. Never find an ending.And keep going for as long you cam, and reaallu ebtil ppl tell ou to stop talking and if you can then do. Smile like they do in those good movies where they could find it all after a series of pretty grand dramatic actions. make sure to watch everything and then grow old.

short-changed

Ask me more questions. I'll be be able to answer all of them. I  know more than I own. I could kiss any girl for magnetism, always feeling short-changed. And I'm an addict, but not worried . I miss more friends than I have, and I care less than I ever had about anything. I just need a drink and for your tits to stop talking I already told you how I felt about my ideas. You said "nothing is epic and that the baseball kids are starting to make sense", but I still like my poetry.

That wasn't water and I have to work in the morning.

 I was sitting at that table last night when you couldn't talk to me. I was asking you about that divide you seemed to be thinking about, finding myself right in the middle of it. As you tried to explain I remember turning away to look at a clown, he invited me over to a his table, I accepted without thinking. And when I later held his hair in the cold I couldn't help thinking that I'd made the right choice, until early this morning. But I really didn't mean what I said, I couldn't tell you now who those thoughts belong to. But a pin-up girl once told me about not thinking and seemed like a worth while pursuit. But mostly aggression and a late confusion result. So when that horse that I bought finally breaks down I'll call for the driver of that old car that we used to drive, he'll show up barefoot telling me there's not enough room. I grumble and place my feet toward a walk, and try best to stretch out the day. Just don't spill that on carpet, but I did already.

fuck titties.

fuck titties.

Chalkboard Children

Chalkboard children always messing with my shit. I never said anything, pretty sure about that. Used to speak, but only in secret verse. Always a laugh, subtle tear, haha. Go fuck yourself... oh no, Casanova just walked into the party. What could it all mean. I know! Really? Fuck yes. Hells no. But he's dressed more appropriately, and oh so appropriately. Is that a woman? Never. Really. A child in a room full of drunks, and I was thinking about Tuesday, last Tuesday. Did your Uncle sell you that stuff yet? What do you mean no? Oh you were kidding... thank God! Let's go. Oh, ok. But wait, I thought.... Oh fuck me. Nice tits, wrong answer. Lets go. Of course. Where was it, oh over there of course. Did she? No way! haha. Lets find her. OMG! Blur. Small kiss. Cute face. Chalkboard children be gettin' me all wrong. I never knew. Did you want to? I thought you were kidding. No but really I thought you were kidding. Whatever, right. I could. Maybe. Wait, who's that? Oh fuck. Let's get outta here.

Scraps.

I meet the new girl last week, she said she only did girl on girl stuff. I made her smile regardless. She later told me about her black crown, and what it meant o her at that moment. She made me think about life. Cute, dancing, like a flame, it could be extinguished in a moment, any moment. I later watched her with her clothes on.

  

I used to dance. I learned how to move; floating. Pushing and pulling always a compliment to her gown and the floor. What it killed it for me was a woman chewing tobacco.

I was smoking outside of the 711, she looked about 14 in her slutty Lady Gaga costume. I took her home, and thought... its best to pretend our dreams come true.

comments on the wanted poster in the drugstore...

comments on the wanted poster in the drugstore...

There was a time when I'd say anything I'd want to, feeling ridiculed of laziness, and stupidity, I've always kept away. I realize something i learned five days ago that substance is less than 5% and that style is all that is important. Because I can be anything I want, even if it is shit. I could say that the good fellow church worked hard for at least one weekend, but they never really seemed to own up to the expectations of the community at large. That when in doubt I used to think about a lizard, calling him out in the middle of the night, begging, but mostly looking for a lost cause. I remember promising cute cousins, people i never really knew that the end of the world would never come, though i still believe it ain't. I could kiss an oak tree, tell her she was great and get a million text messages between now and six months. I'd go out for coffee, watch a man who looks nothing like a man, pander around crying, but not really crying, i didn't think he could anymore. But i was never that guy. so id breakfast in the evening, and try to be intellectual, and the places i was doing so seemed accepting about the whole thing. But whatever right, as long as you're not straightforward, and the kids don't come home before they've gotten into trouble... than who gives a shit. I'm a bunch of words.