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
vestibule
where Washington had once been feted
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 United States , represent
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 Chicago .
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.