March 2012
37 posts
I. REMEMBER. YOUR. JEAN. JACKET. AND. YR. HUFFY. BIKE. SMILE. THANKS.
LETS PLAY BADMITTEN
BOO: A LOVE POEM
BOO IM A GHOST
CAN I GHOSTNAP IN YR BOOTS
WHEN YR NOT WEARING THEM?
CAN YOU WRAP ME AROUND YR NECK
AND PRETEND IM A SCARF
WHEN IM SCARED
CAN I HIDE INSIDE YR THINGS
WHEN YR NOT HOME (IT’S WARM
AND CLOSE
AND SMELLS LIKE YOU)
IN THE PLANET MADE ENTIRELY OF BUGS THE STRONGEST BUGS WIGGLEFIGHT THEIR WAY INSIDE TO FEED UPON THE CANDY CENTER
TYPES OF HISSING
LAZY HISSING (EMITTED WHILE FULFILLING RESPONSIBILITIES OF WHICH IM NOT PARTICULARLY FOND)
MECHANICAL HISSING (SYMPATHY HISSING I FIND MYSELF DOING AROUND MACHINERY COMMUNICATING A HIGH PITCHED WHINE)
INTIMIDATION HISSING (THE EQUIVALENT OF THE ARCHED BACK OF A FLUFFED UP CAT THIS HISSING IS RESERVED FOR CONFRONTATIONS BEST AVOIDED)
TRIUMPH HISSING (JOYFUL HISSING WHICH...
I ALWAYS WAKE UP WITH CUTS AND BRUISES WHICH SEEM TO ARRIVE QUIETLY DURING THE MYSTERIOUS NIGHT
UNEXPECTED BRUISES BLOOM IN SILENT PLACES I DONT OFTEN CHECK
(EXAMPLE: BACK OF LEG)
LACERATIONS APPEAR ON MY HANDS AND ARMS AND CALMLY ARGUE IN THE MORNING THEYVE BEEN THERE ALL ALONG (AND DIDNT CRAWL THERE UNDER COVER OF DARKNESS)
BITEMARKS, SWELLINGS, ACHES AND PAINS
THE OTHER DAY I WOKE UP...
“SMELL MY WILD FLAVORS” IS A PDF THIING I MADE AWHILE AGO BUT WHICH I AM SHARING AGAIN BECAUSE IT IS FUN TO SHARE
http://is.gd/Xx0zio
THANKS FOR READING!
SHE SMILES IN THE MORNING
WHEN SHE WAKES UP
(THAT’S HOW I KNOW SHE’S AWAKE)
I NEED TO PERFORM PLASTIC SURGERY ON MY JACKET
THE COLLAR IS ROLLED WHERE IT USED TO STICK UP
A DRACULAJACKET CANNOT HAVE ROLLED COLLARS
THAT IS JUST A REGULAR JACKET
I DO NOT WANT A REGULAR JACKET I WANT TO BE DRACULA
SHE BROKE IN LIKE A TEAM OF GAZELLES
ONE HUNDREDS LEGS AND LESS SNOUTS
A FLURRY OF PROBING, FRANTIC LIMBS AND SNIFFING
I DUG A DITCH AS BIG AS THE WORLD AND PUSHED YOU IN
BUT THEN TUMBLED IN AFTER
AND NOW HERE WE ALL ARE AGAIN
MIGHT AS WELL GET USED TO IT
LANDSLIDES
If I had the power to command landslides, the annual rate of landslides would increase significantly and give rise to a new period of theorizing—a thousand hands deep in the wild anxieties of geographers, who thought they understood stone but now are challenged at their core.
I predict resistance. I suspect some might refuse to accept the evidence of their senses, rejecting the unexpected...
THERE’S A MAN EATING MY DREAMS BUT I INTEND TO CHEAT HIM
“HOW’S THAT, YOU GONNA STOP SLEEPING?”
NO, IM THROUGH WITH THAT BUSINESS
IM GOING TO PERFORATE HIM AND SUCK EM BACK OUT WHEN HE AIN’T LOOKING
WHY IS THERE NO EMOTICON FOR DORITOS
SAVE ME FROM MYSELF (THE SHADOW VERSION OF MYSELF HE KNOWS ALL MY MOVES AND SOME I DON’T VERY UPSETTING PLEASE HELP)
I DREAMT I WAS IN A KISSING LABORATORY ONLY I SHOWED UP LATE AND HALF THE “PATIENTS” WERE SPLAYED OUT
AN EXHAUSTED HEAP OF HAPPY FACES
I SAID HELLO TO A STILL STANDING GIRL AND KISSED HER LIKE I WAS TRYING TO START A FIRE
“HUMANS ARE JUST A SERIES OF APPETITES,” I THOUGHT.
REMIND THEM VIA DEMONSTRATION
DON’T MISTAKE MY ATTITUDE FOR HUMILITY; MY POSITION IS THAT EVERYTHING ON EARTH IS EQUALLY UNIMPORTANT
TPHD VS PRUFROCK
LET US GO THEN, YOU AND I,
WITH THE EVENING SCRAPED ACROSS THE SKY
LIKE HALF REMEMBERED NIGHTMARES IN YOUR MIND;
LET US GO, THROUGH SHOPPING MALLS IN DECLINE
THE HIGH PITCHED WHINE
OF TEENAGE JACKALS CIRCLING PREY
AND UNKNOWN GROWLS ALONG THE WAY:
A TROUBLED LANDSCAPE THAT ASKS A QUESTION
O, DO NOT ASK, “WHAT IS THAT HISSING?”
”WHAT IS THAT VOICE INSIDE MY...
NO, SIR. IT’S NO MISTAKE. WE’VE CHECKED TWICE AND THESE CATS ARE FULL OF BEES
YES, WE AGREE SIR. IT IS AWESOME.
AND IN CONCLUSION, I THINK IT’S IMPORTANT WE RECOGNIZE THAT WE ALL HAVE BUTTS
I GOT THROWN IN JAIL FOR EATING ALL THE CHEEZITS BUT I BUSTED OUT NO JAIL CAN HOLD ALL MY FLAVORS
IM ON THE RUN BABY
HOP ON MY BICYCLE AND LETS DO SOME CRIMES
HOLD ONTO MY MULLET IN THE WIND
A HORSE WITH AN ILLEGAL BEARD, SNORTING IN THE NIGHT
HERE IS A GOOD TWEET YOU SHOULD READ: https://twitter.com/#!/reinbowkittenz/status/177505153409232897
NEW STUDY REVEALS A SURPRISING NUMBER OF PEOPLE COMPLETE IDIOT FUCKERS
