erratic mumbling!

charging the trees and hearing the cries the ten thousand people and the blood and gore free from kings and queens
the kingdom barely builds itself quite keen on residing in the beach front estate gathering percent signs and dollar bills
jumping into the sea of elementary greed
the true lie still exists but hides near your breath greets kids as they pass and the green feathers fall
creates a ditch of nothing the porcelain ceiling falls corrupted surrogate and the no name craze dress itself in happiness
calling it a day searching for the rent quiver from the cold here another phone number
tired like its on fire and the silicone pondering say it again we're drowning in ego and the treacherous don't sleep
and she's pulling on her face say it again killing time thru the hours and minutes burning the sky and the green grass
a kiss near the drinking fountain say it again rolling in white pants seeing the clouds in your mind lighting strikes the hill
say it again (E) In the warmth it wasn’t needed (C#min) But since the cold crept in (A) With the loneliness (C#min) I think it’s needed again (Repeat chord progression) You think you know the rules And the sidewalk at your knee The crowds all kiss your feet Still the silent remain (C) à (G) (Chorus) Your(G) paint(F#)ed (E)smile Your(G) paint(F#)ed (E)smile Your(G) paint(F#)ed (E)smile You wear your saintly slipper Sip your oriental tea The icicles will fall Oh they’re about to fall You just stood there grinning Smile upon your lips Your sweet epiphany sounds While the idea burns my eyes (Chorus) A nine foot string of pearls And your fingernails are laced With some poisonous diamond Keep your fir coat close Welcome to the bonfire The majority creeps in silence They mock your toothless grin And the paint begins to chip (Chorus) As they cremate your opinion You crystallize your gaze Keeping nothing but your pension The clouds seem to waste away Feeling for the brick red wall You make your way down the hall The endless voice of desolation
Begs for nothing but isolation Now that we’ve exhausted all subjects We’re not even speaking The harness of language Has torn our script to pieces And I search and search for ways to please But I find nothing in my small affair Returning to the reigning boredom as it eclipses my mind the gathering apathy whirls twisting its way thru each crevasse and I know its pointless to stir up the dirt but to increase my sensitivity and bridle my obsession just to increase my chances of a living room romance and dark as sandcastles and red as lipstick im a rug for nothing and frozen in awe ooh its nothing really ill deal it out let everyone have a chance and let the ends begin! and the religion is only favors and the top card is thrown to the wolves between red skies and brown furs im accused and burnt but standing still soon the leaves gather as the kingdom melts and still i remain where they put me sleep deprived nostalgic angel so dear and true benevolent reaction tortured and stubbornt hands sold secrecy is well defined ohh she's reaching for her might to forget her generosity such wandering intellect trampled welcome mat bliss tried and true reservations
fixed accomplishements bargain for lost sincerity its kept truth finds its way to the top organized come-backs opened selected as rainy day backdrop she tilts the film so slightly to recognize the simplicity (repeated (possibly)) easily recovered and then lost the age old tale still lingers forever in its fluid vessel sees it as nothing but a bottled ship Have I become nothing but fiction? as the red light screams in my sleep the wandering hour is persistent And the thoughts assemble blank
The walls beckon to and fro As the light sneers at the scene The contemplation of the era All I ask is to know what you mean The tabs push forward And the true gap remains The sweet sweet serenity The corruption is just insane
Feeling for nothing more The long lost trumpet sounds Darkness is part of light
She ascends in her gown The marked pages turn As the chimneys cough and weep Now I know I could taste you
As odd as that may seem Cynical lies and tortured tongues The criminals of the mind Everyone searches for you
But I’m afraid I aint so kind Knowledge and hate guard me And the gates of stupidity snide But nothing can compare to this The mystery of time So my wits are gathered And my hands have become numb But I am still nothing but fiction
and my only time has come Normal days are so slow And yer an endangered species And to fight time is to die
But to lay low is to wither away A radical idea is to rest To escape the sneer of the street To sample silence The clear view of nothing Like a specter drifts Weightless without cares The sky will scream back The statues call you home More is the answer To excess to excel To feel for feeling’s sake Under the candle-lit moon And vapor drifts thru yer mind And her scent is valid An eloquent elegy For the end is gone

generic jaundice

the truth rings and the bell is on yer foot and its hard to memorize i know but its the plan from the first days dont you recall its a redrawn variable. its queasy and earthly. the hail is rippin it apart and it hurts more than you'd think. important factory secrets, we've got em all. all you want really, its not comparable but i'd say its obtainable. and its compressed and generic.............................white and pasty and tasteless. a bad time to remember such nonsense as i threw on others in prehistoria. six million complimented, one suffers. specialty is something bestowed not earned. how can i expect any change?? tribal war drums beat in the intelligent crimson. and the dripping innocence and the ersatz cannibalism is well....cannibalistic. :)

creating formulaic christmas cards since 2006.

gathering hypotenuse structure and number rhythm seems terribly insane and unkempt but its heresy and technological and biological and hetero-bitches. Blasphemous infamy creeps unto your unorthodoxy, seems pretty orthodox now (laughs) the beginning of nothin and the nothing of everything. touchy isn't it??

social dystrophy

As I opened the door the rain ripped its way into the opened crevasse. I sealed it shut and wrapped my coat around myself, the zipper had broken months before. The black cotton pressed close to my skin. I again challenged the door to ajar itself and the rain again slithered onto the pressed wooden planks adourning the floor.
The treacherous weather seized me-carried me. I let it.
I crept thru the street-kept to one side by the socializing ideal. Do not cross unless necessary. If a dark man is coming towards you, cross.
I am the dark man.
A see thru the haze of fog and sleet like rain the dense shape of a body. Moving forward thru the deep oceanic breeze. I crossed.
To save pauper the trouble.
Reaching for the lamp is much harder in the light than the dark.
I made an example of myself-forcing my back straight and pulling my hands out the pockets of my pants-would they fear?
Eye contact-the retina displays discomfort-I waive to the opposite side.
First impressions destroy everything we’ve been bulidling our whole lives in one milisecond-one fearful glance and the reputation is shot-the popularity dwindles.
Is it worth the fight? To have all to enjoy your comapy? Must I strive for belonging in a world of sectional comfort? A world of social dystrophy?
No.
I gave that up. There is no use-I have my acuaintances I have my fair share of handshakes and back slaps-I do the drills- I smile-I wink. People believe me to be personable- no use in discouraging the thoughts.
I’ve become socially catatonic. But I need not fret-there will be no change in any others-all are doomed to a similar fate.
I reach my destination. I whirl my soggy hair in the winter fog-the damp hair slaps into my eyes. I wipe it from my eyes. I seem to gather my whits-but I push thru the door. Marie pulls the door open.
-yer here, you made it...you walked in the rain?
-yes, the car was repoed on Saturday.
-oh that’s awful-I have my car- I can pick you up for work
-I can walk
-no, really, its no trouble...
-I can walk
-treat me to a tune, will you?
I shuffle to the piano. At least 30 years old, its piercing off key tune burns.
I push from the piano-
-Marie, we’re leaving here.
-for lunch?
-no were travelling to another state. Or country. Or somethin, I can’t take the pressure of this town anymore. You must drive us, my car is gone.

open ended agency and corrosive hearsay

greeting card forum telepathy gracious glee ignorant and thought provoking smells like the fire in a pine and the taste rings true and the bell laughs in yer face and the features improve and the screen fades and the scream seems to go away with the improvisational skills and the playwrite's ignoring you and im thinking im gonna tell. so you just say whats edgy and the other one just gets offended the pages whimper but you continue to have no compassion and the world falls at yer feet still you stand strong pride held tight you will never fall never let anyone in. its a good idea. someday maybe you'll drop the prize and you'll try to find it but you wont so youll give up and sit on the stairs of the colloseum and someone will teach you adn you will let it return and come back and everything is how it once was when the pathos of imagery was intellectual and the roses smelled milder and the sea was colder. shift to the side and the confessional symbolism falls.

meaningless shape

we got crucifix pasted on here. we've got everything you need to free form the displacement. we've agreed on three tales of sovereign powers, however enriching they may be, this is where we can hear the ocean burn at our doorsteps, you open and feel the richness, the complete terror. tomorrow throw yourself into the lobotomy windmill feel the dilapidated space walk. it breathes and extentuates. before you leap knowledge forms christmas light string cake walk. its easy now you imagine because the water is warmer and free of menacing bacteria and/or placebo hangovers. wandering mess of a man the irate televangelist gathers his hypocritical nonsense rhymes and begs-on his knees-begging for his life- to see life as we see it and to analyze no more-to beckon to the housewives that all is clear-to teach the children of ocean in a shell-or can-he raises his eyebrows as to wince but the tearing heat and the tripping amnesia treat the wound as low tide. the rocks mean to call you to show you the image-enraged you set off for the tip of the ice burg, underneath lie the secrets and encoded messages-the other 5/8's or 2/3's. broken mind blender heeds none to the corrupted synthesis-greetings and magistrates-horrendous infamy-the trees shriek nothing and the grass heaves. the courage is lifted and the freedom centers collapse in misuse. the striped table cloth-space lantern-burned as a heretic. the recycled telethon and the indestructible wreathes. the desert wanderer and the mountain preacher speak of isaac and his wonderful caper-the nameless tale of the father and the father. further unreachable is the pillar of hampered attempts and failed trials. here the statute is the impregnable beucracracy-the refund blown by gust-the cheap landowner and the great state of texas sitting closer than usual see the overall spite in the laughter. quickly they reach the barn and the sarcasm leaps thru their faces and apnea ensues. no one will escape. isn't it the answer you were looking for? turning housewarming gifts over to the overarm anarchist. what a treacherous cycle, what a meaningless shape.

finalization freedoms and their consequences

the last stop for the bus and crash landing-quixotic and benevolent-spider gracing the table we stand as the moon drops his hat and unveils the emblem we tremble and everyone is on one knee, i step over the rail and i'm in the great returning fluid-like oceanic experience. i'm floating and i take my own hand and great is the feeling-i want to flee but i want to stay-i want to get on with it, but i don't want any dramatic plays-pulled from the greatest on broadway.

"its all a game," they shout, "have you know wits?"

enough is enough and i fall in the open field. go away, back to your lair, back to your operatic musings and happiness trauma. i've had enough with the critics. once they return to their holes, all galvanized in their glory, we can get on with the real news. the fire will burn the water and the water is sickness and the sickness is fire.

"what a shame, what a god damn shame"

i'll see you again on the precipice, on the shingles of humanity awaits the freedom specter. a mile a minute as they pass by. and we speak to the passer-by, the unknown faces-just give them a smile. bag the lady and monetary value statements-its the enjoyment value, really. trust the argument laden tanks-they spill their filth on the helpless.

longer just makes it worse. shorter- and it's all told.

text

cleary complex in his dismissal of proven facts, texts, and archetypes, he moves in a pathetic, snake-like manner. the palms of his hands cut and sewn after many years of frostbite and encouraging characature work. he pulls from his coat pocket the barely ledgible report-the sweet smell of dark, hole-creating ink sinks thru the paper and neatly nudges the man.
stepping the gas pedal to the floor the man is certain this is the last time he will give his opinion.
the chairman of the board greets the ageless fellow with a hallow glance, and pulls his chair out for him. the green light of hypocrisy numbs the human's mind, he winces, and then checks his pockets for loose change. he then fiddles with his automobile keys.
"this is it." the man thinks.
suddenly, the terror of mankind, shadowed by the door on the right, emerges.
the man makes for the window, but glances back. he steps on to a chair.
"its better to love, some say, but it is much, much easier to loathe."
and with this the man puts his hand thru the window, and falls to his death.

gradual happiness trauma

Stanislas ruler of the four bridge snipe assassins. And the color guard is dismissed and the perennials have returned. Gun gods and the ruiner camp fire. Test and test screen secret. Take me to my ew gag me house. French serenaded. Sneaky returning. Swirly cute. Band: rubber. Oooh... touch. Keh. Yer open jurisdiction and closed operative; grenade treatment will clear it right up. Space exploration is dirty hurry it open Satan napkin and the re-gain the ignoring help laughs n' judicial. Treat me to a definitive platter commercial jewish sort. Earwig bulimia pull horse teeth secret? Stanislas comes and yer shaking in yer poncho and the returned film star and the technical support group and lying smart quebecian Shakespeare. Deranged escapee and furious mind birds hear displeased supportive mind treachery...
and I'm waiting for singing gateway freedom kinetic heart terror and the seeping gutter glutton. mankind's search for infinite spark enjoyment miss the touching...
Illinois fiasco piano serene beauty pageant—the winning kid's mother-in-law. Curlin' up reach writing is for weak trebuchet harp notes... so then everyone laughs and i say achooooo. And people says oh shut it up Zachary. And i say don't people...
beginning spice practice the following weekend film festival. Nothing i just sighed robot loves: putrescence. It's dainty, returned baking in summer of winter and the highest part of noon-orange haze English system of gunner mechanics- honest. Don't worry I'll keep you safe in a safe. A safe deposit box for comfortable people/subjects. Grandeur epiphany human breath mint goes down like leather and the building of youth culture creatures hole in the sleeves freak unity and agreeable nightmare-I'm tired- he says. And the meadow rehearsal infant laughter and gathering queen leaks. And i think its illegible. The reef off Australia's topographic kitten. Reared in furniture training and week long black Friday. Depression crystal lamp gear. Demographic conservation and fast feet, tripping on wire-length of 100 feet. Getting ugly now month after month hour after hour getting in public after a hard times guard. The guardian of juice box dreams. Minute after minute. Second after second. Pour a little paper its your savior and happiness screams. No information prohibition-a papal enigma-sewn in leaves. Crawling out the door. Default sarcasm and occasional rear partitioning appears limpid track question and enough lucidity prisons to jerk pensions out of equity.
Rear guard treatment plant and themes and war-Christians.
Blood spilt and all the king's horses and the king's pen hanging around the saddle dumpster walnut. And glittering Sunday monkey mistress and the perpetual ego matter. Gracious anytime futility and frugality. Crustacean liberator and the son of themselves. Glittering in gold and shrouded in carpe diem infantry-a fib that stinks- I'll show you who's who.
Stanislas you slob pick up your mathematical agency. They're trapped in debt of social security nonsense now there's nothing they can do-can't you see?- running family value machine spits out numerical values-2x/min. diskette knowledge.
Spies in cloaks and handkerchiefs-strewn about histrionic slavery endorsements.
Greeting card alleys & back porch lawn nights.
The spring time flurry of thought and provocation.

the creation of the modern man, or, the moon and his lengthy bed time stories

I scare kids when I swoon for you. I’ll swim in the air and thru the trees and grass just to find the faults. The faults that are created and thrown at you. And I keep thinking why do I do this to myself why do I put myself thru all of this and she keeps saying you don’t want it you don’t want it and I say yes I do I do I don’t care but I don’t listen because the mountains block my vision I cant see the horizon or the moons thoughts. I wanna read his thoughts (the moon). I don’t care about it I just want to swim thru the trees. With somebody that cares enough to remove the parasite from my brain before it eats away the meadows and green green grass that are promiscuous among the flowers and lakes. I don’t want to speak to the wind cuz then it blows back in my face. It hurts and rips thru my hair and my wig falls to the ground and were all standing around it like some dumb kids. The dumb kids we grew up to be the unintelligent ones with gas for brains. Nothing but hot air balloon brains. Too bad we could have put them in blender madness and everything would work out I'm sure of it I could hone my skills and show you the real deal. The big deal. The true thing that never lasts the things that I wish I could give myself but I gotta wait for a ego addicted mind set to set in and take my place among the ranks of the horde. I like my spot but I gotta go get some fresh air out there so save my place. But ill fly in hot air balloons again. And wait for the waves and the wind sheaths. It will place its own on me and ill keep thinking and thinking and everyones waiting and I cant stand it I gotta answer the door before they burst in and my privacy is evacuated. I gotta look thru the peep hole to see if you’re there so I can open the dead bolt lock key mechanism and then the clouds wave thru the window panes and they come in too and everyone I have ever known has assembled for the revealing of the mechanism I mentioned. They all stand around me like some sort of presidential fire pit extravaganza and I wonder why everyones here. Fast forward to the next day and everyones nested themselves in my limitless chair infinitum and I stare into all of them and they're all dead. They don’t have eyes is what I mean I think the wind blew them out. Right out of their hot air balloons. That’s not a good place to be. And everyone laughs when I fall and nobody thinks I could be in misery but I put on a happy face and sway and sway like trees near an ocean of some sort like an ocean of wonderful. And someones in it so I swim out there but I realize its no one. Oh I was fooled again so I attach myself to some kind of rock face and just fly in the water and wait for something: maybe someone to come in and swim around me in circles to make me blind. Then I can swim farther and faster out of this treeless habitat. Right out of the seas and into the boat ridden capital. Once I break thru that I’m home free no one will stop me once I get there. But the trick is getting the captain to hear my calls for S.O.S. Its hard because my voice is gone from drinking so much sea water. Its really hard to breath now so I just go under water and breath water. I'm a child again. I don’t need what I think I need I can just float and live and every thing's wonderful. Now once you've read it forget and move on it probably doesn't need to be reassured or cardiac arrested but I’ll give it a try would they follow in example? Do you think the millions will know if I break thru the fence? Should I mend it? I could just flee the scene and head back east but thats just the opposite of what I really want. What I really want is far less complicated just get me two cups and a string and we’ll set up towers on the four corners of the earth and somehow we’ll communicate and we’ll know the whale movement patterns and their land worthy sea legs we’ll get a feel for the impervious lengths we must traverse in order to get the gifts. Ok so now we’re side by side and for some awful reason we run into a pole and we’re momentarily infinitely dazed and we can’t even guess which way to go. This is the challenge right here and the decisiveness helps but you have to be quick. Before too long we’re back on track as before. And unlimited in her glory is Her. She stands firm in Her decisions and She knows what She does. But She’s addicted to life and no one can tear Her from it. It’s killing Her and She says that to not live is to die. This is reason enough for The Queen of the Garden. See She’s willing to endorse Her loves but it’s not easy to prescribe remedies or right out prescriptions. Reassuring is not Her forte and She knows. She’s respectful and unreliable. These are risks most take but She is different. She seeks the unruly and unprovoked the loud and soft spoken She seeks existentialists She seeks button lipped tight minded cynical brain luster. She knows where to turn next and frequently turns there before it is noted by the librarian She’s far ahead of most of the peasants and knows this: She reminds you repeatedly. We are above all She speaks into your ear. This is an interesting thought and you process it as something your magistrate could say. Something highly directorial. You love the way She sneaks into your mind at night and you think it over constantly. You now shove yer pockets into your hands and start for the next speed ticket that is in walking distance.

i don't know how anymore. i think i've misplaced my mind.

sneaze. oh god bless you. also i know who you are now i know whats the deal. compare three million light years ago to the time on my watch can't you see the difference? i'm sure there's a reason for it all i'm absolutely positive of the honesty. why can you not just accept that i'm with it and that's what i'm with and it's there and we're all going to meet our makers soon we all have our own personal one-idividually wrapped-styrofoam too. isn't that lucky? i'm so happy for it are you happy for it. i'm estatic didn't you know? it's meager and lingering but it's ok we'll get it once or twice and you can teach me how to use it. no use i can't do this anymore. i quit.