30.5.08

INFORMATIVE POST NUMBER 1

BELOW THIS IS AN INFORMATIVE POST REFERRING TO SUBSEQUENTS POSTS. THE POST BELOW THIS POST REFERS TO THIS POST. JUST SO YOU KNOW.

INFORMATIVE POST NUMBER 2

BELOW THIS IS A POEM AND SOME MORE DRAWINGS. ABOVE THIS IS THE FIRST INFORMATIVE POST THAT REFERS TO THIS ONE.

A FACE BURIED IN MUSCLE (AND THE SMELL)

Sometimes I wish I were a hair that grew from you because then I could be close to you but not have to say anything.

And sometimes I wish you were a hair on my body so I could cut you with a razor and not get in trouble.

But most of the sometimes I can only hear what sounds like a small annoyed kid playing a keyboard at radioshack inside my head and it gets really loud but the loudness gets me sexually excited and a big drop of pre cum exits my penis sinking into my Knightrider underwear, right on Hasselhofs face—

oh boy, today I am alive.

My mouth will be in your mouth the next time I talk so you can’t act like you didn’t hear. When I lick the roof of your mouth, get ready to wretch.

If you find my skeleton in the forest feel free to crack my ribcage in half and use the halves to rake up the dead leaves then burn them and smell the burn and say something you definitely don’t mean. Make new sky.

The next time you complain I will pull patches of your hair out of your head just like plants from the dirt prepared by a lot of rain--And call it maintenance
because my field must remain undeveloped.

I would kiss you goodnight except I’m allergic to mean assholes.

WHEN YOUR FINGERS ARE MEAN EVERYBODY FEELS BAD



I ENTERTAINED A SMALL CHILD FOR HOURS BY BLOWING UP A RUBBER REPLICA OF YOUR REPRODUCTIVE SYSTEM




I BROKE A VHS TAPE AND SLICED OPEN MY HAIRLINE WITH A SHARD, NOW WHEN I WINK I BLEED




28.5.08

can i drink the sweat out of your bellybutton please?

here are some old pieces of art i had on the blog before i erased everything. i want to reintroduce them. i will put more up tomorrow but the library is about to close and the nice old ladies are starting to mean mug me and i don't want to have to get up in their faces and be like, "wuddup chief, wuddup. i'm finna ta split yo lip sucka, now raise up, raise up". a drop of sweat just rolled down my armpit. i would feel shame but i don't feel any human emotions. my armpit smells like a swampmonster's vagina. print out these pictures and trade them or stare at them for extended periods of time. meditate on my death.





i played a sodomized deer like a flute and now my lips taste really bad



20.5.08

IF YOU WERE MY BLOOD I WOULD OVERDOSE ON HEROIN

i am sorry.
i didn't want to be at your place when my head broke into pieces all over the floor, spreading out over your tile.
and i didn't want for you to have to watch me clean it up, slowly, big pieces first then the smaller ones.
i am sitting now.
and if you look at things a certain way, you are always on top of the earth's curve.
and someone is saying ta-da wherever i go but no one is clapping.
and that's good because clapping is the sound of things going wrong.
i am sorry.
i am going to smash your arms and legs and pour the dust into an hourglass and measure how long it takes me to forget that i am one of six billion people who showed up to the party uninvited and with nothing in their hands.

15.5.08

WHEN YOU HAVE YOUR PERIOD I IMAGINE MY PENIS IS A VAMPIRE

I often find used condoms in the street or in alleys. I usually put them on and fuck the cracks in the street. Then I stretch and pull the condom off and pat the street’s butt and laugh and say, “Thanks baby, that was real sweet.” Then the street pulls the blanket back up over its chin and starts to cry and I do that maestro movement, like I am conducting its tears.

7.5.08

NO POSIT 2

if you click this, you can freely read things that were done by a lot of different people.

4.5.08

LFUBLURN:NID

at the post office i saw an old man sitting in his wheelchair. his face was a very slow waterfall. a little girl walked up to him and tugged on his sleeve and asked him a question. as he answered, he drooled into his lap. he drooled a long glassy cord. he wiped his mouth with an american flag handkerchief he had tucked underneath the collar of his shirt. The little girl said “Eww” and walked away.

2.5.08

THE MAIN REASON I AM ALWAYS ALONE IS BECAUSE EVERYONE HATES ME

last summer i walked by a fenced-in area, where there were a group of horses.
there were bigger horses and also baby horses.
the baby horses ran around like they were happy and didn't have to know why.
i petted the baby horses on the head and then they ran around and looked happy.
after each time i petted them, they did this, they ran around,
and i thought that my hand must be a happy hand, transferring happiness to other people and that was why i didn't feel it, because no one can feel their own hand.
i went home and sat alone and wished that someone would come pet my head so i could dance around for them and show them how happy i am.
just kidding, i never feel anything.