Talking Heads
I’m thingking. My thing. Very sexy. Head, thorax, and abdomen. Prehensile. Big noun. Tongue language. Big tongue, and word thing. Don’t call me sire. Don’t call me Big. Don’t call me boss. Boss thyself. Look at me. Big thyself. Look at me. Sire thyself. Look at me. Rat bastards aren’t concerned with being bastards because they’re rats. You invoked your own rodenthood. Joseph the horse had a boner. Huge! Penetrate fast food. Listen, Little Man. Listen, Little Man. Mundane Penis, Exceptional Porno. I don’t care if you’re strong, you helped me do the dishes. That’s what counts. Where is your soul? Your pain tolerance and skills are admirable. I foud a letter you wrote to yourself about how you wanted to be, selfless, humble, how you’d been manipulative, cocky, and arrogant. I’ve been that too and your kindness is more. God escaped death between us and we’re carrying her to outer space, so be gentle. I watched two dogs fucking by the side of the road and was jealous. They put a brand on her ass and I thought of you and said “She likes to ride all day long,” got a boner and went back to pitching shit and singing prayers, waiting for the women with the tractor to scoop it up and carry it away. I often think of you standing in front of me with your hands on my shoulders. I can’t imagine it now, nor love, or sex, and I can’t look at anyone, because I’m looking. You’re my you and I’m your I. Uh oh. She is a restaurant, I am hungry.
She Is A Restaurant
Burger King, Dairy Queen, China One, Taco Bell, Wendy’s, KFC, Sheetz, Pizza Hut, Mcdonald’s, Pizza Hut, Dairy Queen, Dairy Queen, McDonald’s, Taco Bell, Burger King.
Baby let me take you to dinner after I reveal my disgusting psyche to you and you no longer desire my company. Punch me! It will be funny since you can’t hurt me and I can hurt both of us. Big meat. Self loathing won’t write love. Cum, cum, cum. Ownership. Mark you. Photo shop. Boobs. Steal my toe. Pizza Hut. Marriage. Invisible ropes. Ropes of cum on you and cutting ropes and the real me is lonely and doesn’t like the light.
Fast food restaurants make me think of women. I think of restaurants and I feel ashamed and hungry. I will cease all consumption of milk immediately.
There are no fast food restaurants which serve primarily hot dogs. What are chicken fingers? I once found a bag of congealed fat in my dad’s fridge amongst rotting low-fat and low-sugar foods put there by my stepmom. I’ve no sense of smell and pussy is golden. I’m also a good singer. I’m lovin it.
Fast food restaurants also make me think of years of obesity, self hatred, avoidance, addiction, and women. Eat out. Out to eat. Let’s go out to eat and eat out, after I reveal to you my endless shallow desires and you admit you feel the exact same way. If I’m lucky, I’m lucky. That love doesn’t exist, meat between your buns, mayonnaise, meat, tender buns, steamed milk, circle coffee, cinnamon buns, taco shell, skin meat, nationality, eugenics, sturdy child, melting pot, animal object, object.
What is the relationship between food, sex, and the heart? How the hell does love get in the heart anyway? I’m eating a lot of ketchup these days which reminds me of church. I’m reading the Bible too. Red book, red and red, yellow, brown, white, pink, pink, pink. Happy Thanksgiving, pink folding and serrated blade! Supplicant, unknown gnome. Baby maker in consideration of baby making, strong science. Thankful nationality, guilt, sturdy baby body, cum, weight support and break our healthy family, squeezed heft judge. Clever hidden knife, oath breaking lust, baby burble your belly, meat, finally cum, you sweat meat shadow walking in search of. Pink goo is all things, will you be here for me, well, once I cum this all disappears. In what religions does God inseminate the universe? Pythagoreanism - I learned from Dick. Genesis is a birth myth, God is a sperm hovering over egg water, scramble jet, whoosh. You once told me you masturbated in a bathtub with the faucet, now you are married and I am. Gnome, well cum God, impregnating you from far away, I am lonely.
Poor Peter, Penis Father at the Pearly Gates, twice Janus you tie a weight around your waist and lift yourself at the gym. Nice guns, Peter, nice dog, you woman, you the fat women you insult each time somebody calls you not-man in the cock game. A chopping for you all, a thousand eunuchs conquered the Forbidden City so young American men could someday measure themselves against the size of their screens and the diameter of their rims, Peter, it’s like your dog says, dog years, a metric that relates rim size to penis size, we know it’s all for love, Peter. I will steal your dog, fuck you, you used the system to keep me from the french fries.
Adam, bitch, bitching and bitching bitch-brother, your voice rising in pitch and breaking like a belt, there’s no shame in complaining, and all the trivial hate that grows for your brother Chris, whose Father never led a regiment, is for your Father, and so when your compassion fails, and you don’t know why you speak except to speak, bitch-brother, bitch.
Robert, you told me not to laugh, I laughed and laughed. Why must every morning be, as I get my coffee, your soft fascist dick breath mouth ejaculating Penis! Penis! as if young men’s existence never goes above the waist, and so become demons they see human beings as terrifying Gods who must be questioned. Penis! Buttfuck! Bitch-brother, bitch.
And Bernard, writing smugly of his fellows, silent washing dishes and thanking only a few, what good will this do you, waiting to fall in love again, distracted from the truth that their Hells are Hells and not for your amusement? What use is there to explain when even victims see no reason to stop fighting? Shoveling black gravel into the red truck by the red grass, the young men discuss their penises, call each other women, and Peter, usually reserved, says, “Chris is fat. Christina is a fat bitch,” goes home and drinks his protein shake and guards the french fries.
Everyone around us exists for our salvation. The world I exist in is for me only, and when I die, so do all of you. What appear to be others are illusions which populate each individual’s afterlife. I know you’re reading my mind.
The sun is the most important part of me. The goal of the universe is to no longer exist as separate being, as such, the selfish (like myself) will compose the skin, muscles, and other thoughtless viscera of the reformed deities and those with hearts will congregate there, sending message through its body as it phases through the final hell of history.
Satan, the adversary, is the idea of an enemy, the body, mortality, gravity. Christ, who cares. Humanity is a testing ground for the wheel and other demons in a battle that was once between work and boredom and which is now between faith and sociopathy. Skyscrapers are sacrificial altars and sociopaths are autarchic souls with the ability to create religion without bindings.
Black gravel and red grass, wandering a closed circuit television in a patch of woods by the roads, pine needles, red grass and needles, wandering television as men nearby discusses the corpses of the women they made in war, forgetting they were ever in love. Speaking a red language, throwing black gravel into a truck to repair a washed out road. “My God, My God,” watching TV, and red prisoner tongue born for religion wondered doubly in his blue heart, the father of 3 dogs listening to African music, building shelves and never, never lying.
Salvation is the end of shocks to the heart, steady as she goes, riding a dog headed man and his red tongue under her apron, and his funny tender hand, and her noisy tan grip. Satan discovered black holes not due to new equipment but due to the mass production of sin, Lie, every morning the sun tries and fails to heal them. Don’t wear panties under your dress. God wants me to make you cum. Maktub, it is written. Red language in the bathroom where I wish your hair, not in the pine forest with the red grass and needles, don’t look into me, her body is not for you to fight. Don’t ever wear panties, I love your hands, the end is near.
THIS IS ONLY TO SET THE PITCH OF MY HEART
THIS IS ONLY TO SET THE PACE OF MY BREATH
THIS IS ONLY TO SET THE PITCH OF OUR HEART
THIS IS ONLY TO SET THE PACE OF OUR BREATH
NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING, NO
THIS IS ONLY TO SET THE PITCH OF MY HEART
THIS IS ONLY TO SET THE PACE OF MY BREATH
THIS IS ONLY TO SET THE PITCH OF OUR HEART
THIS IS ONLY TO SET THE PACE OF OUR BREATH
NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING, NO
THIS IS ONLY TO SET THE PITCH OF MY HEART
THIS IS ONLY TO SET THE PACE OF MY BREATH
THIS IS ONLY TO SET THE PITCH OF OUR HEART
THIS IS ONLY TO SET THE PACE OF OUR BREATH
NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING, NO
horses, no gratitude bloodoily, neurotic,
narcotics, flies in the sink crunched eggs and watermelons small stickers with the word “die” on the wall fascist apartment, psychedelic nazi visions, every object a weapon, every grid swastikas. Always remorse and entitlement. sober, stoned, drunk and crying or bitter, bitter trying to vanquish the surveillance, bible pages nailed to the bathroom door “bolden yourself up, loosen that film” 5 years before I bought 3 hits of LSD from a friend. Ghost, clear, pale yellow vinyl, concrete wall, 30 dollars. - Will you be spying on me in the bathroom? - Yes. heroin-paranoid oscillator an old story a narcissist wants to tell over and over the one I can’t laugh off ecstasy of bodiless gratitudeoh i was ungratefulwoke up, somewhere else I’d died I was nothing, nothing, shotguns of light
THEY STILL ACT YOUNG
Blind spots, projections, abuse, contortions, re-enactments,
sticks and stones, sticks and stones. They just practice with words instead.
Spirit split from flesh, subtle combat, I have more, I have more,
I have suffered.
2007
Heroin temporarily removes memory traces of pain. RUN AND MEDITATE. Discursing the bathroom door with
THEY STILL ACT YOUNG
Blind spots, projections, abuse, contortions, re-enactments,
sticks and stones, sticks and stones. It's the young and common
Let them practice with words instead.
Spirit split from flesh, subtle combat, I have more, I have more,
I have suffered.
CHARIOT CONQUEST, HONOR, VICTORY, ENERGY EGOCENTRISM, SELF CONFIDENCE, CONVICTION, ANXIETY WILLPOWER, SELF ASSERTION, HARD CONTROL, DISCIPLINE INFLEXIBILITY, SUCCESS, WEALTH, RECOGNITION, IMPULSIVITY COMMAND, BRAVERY, PRIDE
SUN OPTIMISM, EXPANSION, BEING RADIANT, POSITIVE FEELINGS, ENLIGHTENMENT, VITALITY, INNOCENCE, NON CRITICISM, ASSURANCE, ENERGY, PERSONAL POWER, HAPPINESS, SPLENDOR, BRILLIANCE, JOY, ENTHUSIASM
DEATH ENDING OF A CYCLE, LOSS, CONCLUSION, SADNESS, TRANSITION INTO A NEW STATE, PSYCHOLOGICAL TRANSFORMATION FINISHING UP, REGENERATION, ELIMINATION OF OLD PATTERNS, BEING CAUGHT IN THE INESCAPABLE, GOODBYES, DEEP CHANGE
Re memberment re organization
inhale exhale don’t stop breathing inhale moments, entropies or empties to the lungs to the blood exhale am good morning inhale stutter stop breathing go into the past to understand words from the ears hears here burp there at the hair near the ear air here ear air words on the breath words in the breath words from the breath words always handy at the words the breaths don’t stop breathing don’t stop breathing words don’t stop breathing words words don’t stop breathing words don’t stop breathing words words don’t stop breathing words on the screen don’t stop breathing words here hear in the ear right here left here right don’t stop breathing i haven’t been careful enough don’t stop breathing which words went to your blood don’t stop breathing which words boiled your blood don’t stop breathing
![Tree Pathology - Disembodiment Manual
possessions and exorcisms
∎ [I played in that tree When I Was little.
I thought We had a chance… ]
3.5g mush, drove to my family’s cabin
with some friends, guitars, and an axe.
“you don’t plant no tree in this parking lot!”
“I gotta come take that tree, remove it and let traffic through.”
Ate 3.5g mush, began to peak
as I cut down a tree with the axe
no one axed. no one didn’t know why he axed.
jon fell into the creek nearby when no one axed.
And theirs is a lie. For the last time,
forget the tree fantasy.
no one echoes.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvduc1AT0K1qaiyl9o1_500.jpg)
Tree Pathology - Disembodiment Manual
possessions and exorcisms
∎ [I played in that tree When I Was little.
I thought We had a chance… ]
3.5g mush, drove to my family’s cabin
with some friends, guitars, and an axe.
“you don’t plant no tree in this parking lot!”
“I gotta come take that tree, remove it and let traffic through.”
Ate 3.5g mush, began to peak
as I cut down a tree with the axe
no one axed. no one didn’t know why he axed.
jon fell into the creek nearby when no one axed.
And theirs is a lie. For the last time,
forget the tree fantasy.
no one echoes.
(Source: silent-musings)
don’t stop breathing, don’t stop breathing, don’t stop breathing, don’t stop breathing, don’t stop breathing, don’t stop breathing, don’t stop breathing, you’re hunched over, how can we help you, how can we help you, how can we help you, oh not like that, sorry, don’t stop breathing, don’t stop breathing, don’t stop breathing, don’t stop breathing, don’t stop breathing, don’t stop breathing, don’t stop breathing, don’t stop breathing, there’s a pause, i don’t know who, i don’t know, don’t stop breathing, don’t stop breathing, don’t stop breathing, language is aimed at bodies, don’t stop breathing, don’t stop breathing, don’t stop breathing, how can we help you, how can we help you, don’t stop breathing
