11/16/24
oh weird melancholy
lots of endearing mints
and grape drink gurneys
i threw up on the metallurgy
why didn’t you remind me
i was a deacon in a megaclergy
my feet were guillotined
and the blood tapped to pick a jury
which immediately convicted
every gasworks of perjury
and you apologized to the waitress
who ignored your hot wet journey
11/12/24
the joy of yesterday is over
it's today, i'm sober
i'm stoned from yesterday though
a star inside a swastika
i was an alley
stretched the length of a river
my stomach and third eye
it's the fifth reich every dinner
it's the body exchange network
it's the winter
it's sixty degrees
it's god changing the filter
this could be a potentially watershed moment for publishing
if they simply seized the zeitgeist and published people's scathing, miserable, ostentatious, perverse reactions to reality. the complete dissatisfaction and disaffection of america right now. everyone is in agreement. it would be a wonderful time to humiliate rather than validate, and in an honest way—signal no virtues in a virtueless age! they would never do this... even though it would still be more profitable than the for-profit market they currently operate. interesting, interesting, interesting. almost like capitalism is beside the point, and it is more about domination, obfuscation, exploitation, and fantasy. and can you knock em? i do enjoy my fantasies.
11/7/24
well officer, the house burned down. i won't deny it. i was trying to put my estranged wife's warhol's frame back together for the seventh or eighth time this year, and... i simply didn't smell the smoke
11/6/24
what color is green
what bag isn't a bag
felt bad consoling my mother
i went into the water
oh god snake with legs
your cave is so smart
normal people bend over
for a little more aids
a little morbid and stupid
what color is brown
whether hammer is would
i'm unlocked where's the gate
11/6/24
happy birthday, george. five guy. borne back ceaselessly into the future. a frictionless weathervane routine
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