Tuesday, October 11, 2016
What happens while I'm asleep?
Hassle-free installments upload.
Older installments lose their time.
There are only devices anymore.
What did I do last week?
I ran out of beer.
I only had so much time.
What happens to a child's brain in my freezer?
It shrugs its shoulders,
Shoves its hands into its pockets and whistles away.
There are no surprises anymore.
THE TALE OF THE BURNED ALIVE PAKISTANI GIRL
I’m testing for HIV while doing her.
The puke of a burned alive Pakistani girl
Claims tribal practices bring dishonor to humanity.
Pakistani tribes contain the smegma of the enigma of
Parades of extra-large HIV.
Here’s hoping misshapen bears will eat me alive.
AMERICA IS A CESSPOOL OF ISIS PROPORTIONS
ISIS blows retards.
I'm retarded when I break down all that I am.
Shut up and kiss me, retarded America.
The pleasure from books I’ll never read was radicalized online.
There's nothing like the pleasure from books I'll never instantly pleasure.
I squirt ketchup on my pubes so I can dunk my fries when I am naked.
Tables skip to the lifespan of a dog.
Tables dominate the coagulated.
Their dumbfuck form is the most important soil.
Ghosts of dumbfuck soil add to the worth of unknowing.
BOMBS HIT KIDS MOURNING KIDS KILLED BY EARLIER BOMBS
A street on feet arrives heroically.
The troll in the bathtub is its nose.
Have you ever forgotten how to piss while contemplating lesbian sex?
You have blowfish arms.
THE FAILURE OF REALITY
The cloud of unknowing is gross nice.
The white man fathers his own doom.
The white heroes clash over who should have control over the superpowered.
Radioactive boars are running wild and breeding uncontrollably
With ancient wild cows and horses.
I imagine this being hugely emotional viewing for a black lady.
I tieback my nuts to get in touch with my inner black Miller woman.
Americans can do anything.
Fuck the glue-sniffing bottle collecting orphans at Howrah Station.
NO LIVES MATTER
A stray cat attacks two people.
A garbage collector tests positive for rabies.
He's now part of a wild colony.
The skeleton of a man found at his daughter's home
May have been there for eight years.
Police have been in my bedroom for three.
A stray cat will be dead in March.
The skeleton of a man found at his daughter's house is infinitely nostalgic.
Lives annoy me.
THE WRETCHEDNESS OF THE SUBURBS
I didn’t become a soldier.
I wanted treats.
I read myself.
I go to mindless imagination.
I went to Mali.
I was fished out of a divided highway.
They called me Koreduga Vulture Man.
I was worshipped because I missed office furniture piled up on the street.
Go to an overturned shed.
Add an iPad snuggling next to an iPhone to every weekend.
Technology is a solace for people who hate each other.
Add the act of you sitting on the toilet to rid yourself of my jazz.