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Where and when will my friends steal god here averagely? Why called face by cold shingles underneath words like dick and rape. Work kindness no more. May a bottom flower swallow his face fucking cock old people call assholes descend finally alone crime is beautiful where Shangobleeds into a hateful heart.
His dick will no longer descend for free past my lips or into a green word.
Die motherfucker for shamming firs as law. May Tillamook logs smash your teeth without cease Craig.
Freedom has died
Legolas
Friday, July 20, 2018
Wednesday, May 30, 2018
I have worked on some naked men
Mentally ill people are nice
Mentally ill people are men
Mentally ill people are God
fucking woman (me) africa
sack (fire)
I am unemployed
Mentally ill people are men
Mentally ill people are God
fucking woman (me) africa
sack (fire)
I am unemployed
Tuesday, May 29, 2018
My Dreams -- and how to fulfill them
print out and edit my blog
read heidegger, sartre, merle-ponty -- all my books
apply to graduate school in philosophy, religion, english, latin either or
keep my room clean
fight oppression and exploitation
love my friends whether they or I do meth or not
find someone to love who loves me
make peace with myself and others
stay alive
get along with my brother
know beauty
become an artist
show beauty
write about art
get a job
write an outline
read heidegger, sartre, merle-ponty -- all my books
apply to graduate school in philosophy, religion, english, latin either or
keep my room clean
fight oppression and exploitation
love my friends whether they or I do meth or not
find someone to love who loves me
make peace with myself and others
stay alive
get along with my brother
know beauty
become an artist
show beauty
write about art
get a job
write an outline
Saturday, May 26, 2018
Sucks
escapades in logic
a poem
I weeld rock with sheeny pain
Dark words stab my failures
I am a creator of black Sartre
Without God Sartre borrowed
Rock to laugh at men here
Disco blackness pains me
War
a poem
I weeld rock with sheeny pain
Dark words stab my failures
I am a creator of black Sartre
Without God Sartre borrowed
Rock to laugh at men here
Disco blackness pains me
War
Wednesday, May 23, 2018
Sunday, May 13, 2018
I see in front of me a computer screen and a keyboard
I am lost seeing all my literature circulate in front of me, from Jane Austen to John Cheever, from Gibbon on the Roman Empire to the Bible. I am drunk on caramel flavored whiskey.
Is there a compassionate word? In and out God determines ways which are alien to me. See yourself here as a questioner of words and ideas without limit except that of death. Am I upside down to my brother Dean? Am I a bother or is there a path without abuse of the privileges I found when I was younger?
I am four times without words in a film by David France about "The Death and Life of Marsha P. Johnson.' Wait, I want to show this to my brother.
I am lost seeing all my literature circulate in front of me, from Jane Austen to John Cheever, from Gibbon on the Roman Empire to the Bible. I am drunk on caramel flavored whiskey.
Is there a compassionate word? In and out God determines ways which are alien to me. See yourself here as a questioner of words and ideas without limit except that of death. Am I upside down to my brother Dean? Am I a bother or is there a path without abuse of the privileges I found when I was younger?
I am four times without words in a film by David France about "The Death and Life of Marsha P. Johnson.' Wait, I want to show this to my brother.
Friday, May 11, 2018
hope
for anything breath makes alive
rusty grieves roman grief a brick raw law is roman press on raw bombs. I am upside down. fathoming art. The loud words come in my voice. Race/murder/men.
what brown god bars my lines alive? what poem here heals hope alive?
Tension dies brown alive brown hearts Sartre god deals back raw her.
I do not find entertainment in death
SHOUTING raw bombs pee alive where bink laows language cancer mack is canker god. Men act nowhere for hock of my waste.
Inside the atom I see raw crock denying mack alive for reasons of raw preachers. Inside out preachers lie on the railroad track as the train charges toward the race? war in my paper.
ILGO raw money sucks.
I spread dreams upside down above a whore I made.
rusty grieves roman grief a brick raw law is roman press on raw bombs. I am upside down. fathoming art. The loud words come in my voice. Race/murder/men.
what brown god bars my lines alive? what poem here heals hope alive?
Tension dies brown alive brown hearts Sartre god deals back raw her.
I do not find entertainment in death
SHOUTING raw bombs pee alive where bink laows language cancer mack is canker god. Men act nowhere for hock of my waste.
Inside the atom I see raw crock denying mack alive for reasons of raw preachers. Inside out preachers lie on the railroad track as the train charges toward the race? war in my paper.
ILGO raw money sucks.
I spread dreams upside down above a whore I made.
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