I thought I had lost you in the storm.
I was afraid I had lost you
in a completely different part of the lot
on the totally opposite side of the mall.
I bought stuff I didn’t really need, AGAIN. Thinking
of her, and how you forget to remind me of her.
She reminded me of the major year-end sale
of my life, the one I still think about all the time,
the infinite pull of two monsters moon docking
each other in the back booth at Stuckey’s after practice.
It hits me mostly at night when I’m too fucked up
on anxiolytic properties and alcohol machines.
I thought I needed her.
you told me I didn’t need her anymore.
I should just go down to the park and find someone
to give it to me hard because I needed it hard.
Run her through a spin cycle then call the purple heart truck.
Suddenly I remembered every word I’d said to her
was total bullshit.
All those things I’d ever felt about you were straight
total bullshit, then I got the little man cleaned up
for Sunday school.
There were two figures in the rain trying to walk
to the porno store a block and a half or so up,
a tangle of wires, massive black change-your-life
Cockzilla rebuilds downtown
. Tokyo Seattle
can sink or swim, yall don’t really give a fuck.
We were all listening to the radio,
you could see it coming through the walls
like Houdini, his appendix or whatever,
reports of the typhoon or whatever it was then
turning 180-degrees on its wheelbase
for another unforgettable trip to happy city!
That was total bullshit, asshat,
yah, me and my homeys went boogie boarding
off the top of the statue of liberty,
unmotherfuckingbelievable! At least one of us
feel like dying each time they play that mandolin.
Like a buzzsaw in my skull, love makes you do things
I would normally handle easily with a glue gun.
The entire enormous bush got yanked
in my eye before I had time to blink or put up
a new one exactly like the original excepting memory.
The building was lifted slowly off its foundation,
flipping around the other way, it’s another Fisher Price
fresh view of the missile silos reflecting absently.
But who thinks ecru wainscoting and Spanish prayers
for salvation on a floating armature is safer?
a 1979 through 1989 Operation Cyclone
hatchback in excellent gently driven condition
smashed out the supposedly bulletproof plexiglass
testicles of the pitbull, Amputee Lifeguard.
Police speculate it was gang related. Act Of God.
Stand up comedy renaissance.
“Those trusts have some odd balls under them.”
Witnesses to the execution observed
the execution was flawless but overall it lacked fire.
When the all clear was eaten by an Italianate marble
had once been feted Washington
to radical temperature fluctuations and now common
total fucking bullshit.
From the sensitive uppermost tip of the foreskin
rug, hand tufted, no child labor that we’re aware of, to
the unwinnable argument about GOD as all knowing all seeing
condiment no more than twenty seconds long or it hardens
and becomes indelicate, you can’t take it back and then oh! no!
He will find what he hadn’t lost.
Is it ok if I call you mine?
Is it ok to wear white to a black wedding?
I was so afraid.
I was afraid I hadn’t lost you.
You lost a lot of water in those first four days
just incase you hadn't heard,
you lost a prometheus and artemis,
and the artemis was drunk as hell.
There isn't a particular reason why
I hadn't lost my virginity until four.
Whether the person has passed away,
contact was lost, or the strength
of the mechanism was both
too much and yet not enough.
If you hadn't taken your own life
I would have taken you out for pancakes.
When I saw you, I was afraid to meet you...
When I met you, I was afraid to kiss you...
When I kissed you, I was afraid to love you...
Now that I love you, I'm afraid to
think you’re going to break that newborn?
You’re not alone. Someone you love is addicted
to abusing Journey.
News flash: Not having a job gives you a lot of time
to help the poor, losing their balance in boats.
Only love is a moron gluing feathers on a flume.
If I hadn't lost my job in advertising
I never would have lost my Virginity.
I never should have gone anywhere near NPR.
I was so afraid she’d ask me out.
I was afraid to have a girl, because
I was afraid of worms.
I knew she wanted me badly enough
to destroy an entire city block. Her dreams
of becoming an inspirational wheelchair
free success story were only realized when she
became a rockstar with edema in the right foot and ankle.
But others, especially in the
, represent United States
what American readiness to challenge logical explanations
is all about. Americans call history textbooks stumbling
blocks to unity.
Some think that “The First Thanksgiving” wasn't really
a thanksgiving, resembling a tea dance. As a matter
of fact they call it “The 1621 Harvest Celebration”
because they agree it was more like what you might call
a harvest celebration.
Historians call this comprehensive type of information anti-
systemic data. Though none will admit to being open
anti-systemites. They just enjoy some ‘you’ time and a hot drink
from a king’s head, thanks to chemistry!
Some of the most prized domestic teas took years
to accomplish it, while others take only minutes to kill.
This party is made up of both varieties.
A female-only gathering of cannibal chieftains and their
sharks where participants learn about and buy sex
toys is a type of party plan similar to Tupperware
massacres in prohibition, or any, era
Watch Bambi with a genuine sharkskin Monster Dildo,
our most popular baby name for 2012.
What does my dream mean?
When cats die do they go into hiding
waiting for the chance to reorganize and recruit?
I waited all night outside in the storm but she never came.
I was afraid of that.
Last update ...
I was afraid the Lock Nest monster (sometimes called Nesty
or Nest) was not a real hokes.
but I don’t know what you’ve got to lose your rag about.