Friday, December 12, 2025

their hands

 my fingers have beeeeen their conquering\

                 next is them.  and now it is them as well

them have this new thing iin.  mouth and butt

it is them righ this moment 

and as they them 

                                   it is them.       for theming while they 

theming in theying it

is them      as they they and they them 

they will they and they will them 

then and only now and then they it they 

and will they them

once moor in too the deep

 the wrong thing has reached out

    but it is in

       to all of us

                           see them     si

  see    

C            they wood grow fawlc    wood

at every moove    it isnt god it is them

to see what is what and the to stay up late 

iin Competition 

waht was once a dead moment they have gift to 

the oath they 


                                          took

   

        it has a NEW wield

to stab what was oneS them not is them As 

but a tool to sink once more into the deep

Saturday, September 27, 2025

stay put

Maybe everyone stay put
So that the winners can relax.

Id to take advantage

Id take advantage of you 
as a being 
But Id have to say it right now
Not to turn the tide but to see you roll from what you where to what you are now that I have made you
         them royal flex feel right to conquering 
Sight to the reward 
     In my loss
In you are win
In gosh
      In there isn't a 4th thing
Only in threes 
                    As you walk winning            living the win
Away free 
                  Ly.           I was listening to Radiohead 
You a 2pok 
                    And it would care about how he spelt it
         Who needs to spell when your winning
    Him death no longer 
Living the win you 
                                      It                  why would words mean nothing as you lie     me in belief a win
As you win in 
                                Rotted corpse sound
Nothing 
               What a game      a spider 
When the leaf engine gold love attains
    Majic without word
Or religion 
           Or the religion you career 
Or fake
             Or god forbid actually 
With smile broke back exhale
    Have real vains feulling leaf through light 
A breath in is difficult 
                        When majic can only difficult 
An oppont   
In battle
 
   Leaf vain vale working sence 
            A single ameba 
Thought a single ameba            could
                     Meme hard as conservatives
Meme these days
             How would a claw 
Redifine itself as a loving hand 
                                   Touched in dark sex love
                When eating you 
Walking away for the win? 
                                       

Saturday, August 23, 2025

medicine

 i feel asleep once with a pill

             it didn't wake me up 

because thats the pill

for the real i should have      yet  its 

                   what i could only describe as the senses made to

                             stay sleeping

and when i wake up to pee        its let me hang myself to dry 

upon the already made hooks        husbanded by also pilled 

rotted corpses             jostling     for         disappearing acts of reality 

so that their lies can symbol top hat      the constitution of      music


                                                    if only chemistry acted as a child lock 

on the pill bottle i ritually must thumb    

                   and the husband         will farm            not water

fruit or                    vaccine                  that has and will always be taken care of

                    no its         action                        make in wrong        they can make

          you          

so that they can have space

                        to continue doing the fill now with wrong for space to fill now

with wrong for space

                                                      a pill bottle   they     thumb ritual 

as i do      regrettably                                 

Wednesday, August 13, 2025

colander wielding not

 the holes in the colander bowl separate 

  metal made steal hole punch have been thought of

         it seems 

                enough nature           she defends and breathes sun and hunger mouths

a balance

                   laughing at the our word balance a light not and 

not not 

whatever is a different thing to not 

when both words wood ent be seen but will

                         because that road isn't the way to think of it

so typing fingers is the only way to do it

      drinking with music is fun

i'd do it with ear buds so to keep the quiet out side my ears

                                    i'd assume as much noise outside has 

with enough nature defending itself long enough to breath the sun 

      to expel what i need

would it be robot or politic to break the in and out

                                                   would it be them or them

for i am

              but not enough to be blamed 

out the holes in the colander bowl

                             metal hole punched 

but as different as a not and am                          words 

         to type are different in hole and kept                in a colander bowl

what would be a rotted am inside kept living

                                  and life nature     breath         confused 

as much as a nuclear pill spread mushroom          death and win

                    to one breathing and one not breath

the science found to one

the win claimed to one

the lose to many

                               a colander bowl separate

made holes and not holes        the big things separate from the small things

draining easily 

the not and whatever is the different thing to not

                                                                  a choice big and small take your 

side     

     made steal hole punch has been thought of

the spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley

            but constant till it passed     

fiest 

when to get off

                                                thought of to be 

and there is the not

                                      arguing yes      to

whatever is the opposite of not       arguing yet 

          to type quietly       with music        listening 

ear buds so to keep the quiet 

                                                                    breathing expectations

living in the not     could be a choice or the holes in the colander 

metal made steal hole puch how boring is it to  

                                                                             win calling game at your 

leisure           a top its top 

                                         complete        for ever

i'd find a statue metal colander safety outside of not and     whatever is the 

opposite of not 

                             and move to it as easily and moving away

i am all that i need

                                when typing it        i'd save 

amy back to black              before saving 

  the rotted crops   easily breathing  the           opposite of the not 

                                             i'd save            the tiny penny rolling up the walls

before the children speaking proud quietly       to each other weighting vail

              soaked vail      colander holes  growing clear 

'water'  dots hydra  would not see             embarrassment 

                                       of not                                                 kept     for 

oaths sake     dropplets         

                                                      to am to be not      in in shorts and 

right shirts             walking magic     young          claiming n0w

                                        colander wielded               so to punch 

kept be in the kept                wielding kept                     wearing 

   oaths sake droplets    keep me keep you no matter what

               oaths sake

i stopped reading Ginsberg and ran out of drink

                     jealousy     in the not               just enough nature quit to

breath wearing shorts and shirts colander bowl deciding what is not and 

      whatever is the opposite of not 

the big things separated from the small things 

                     get your money         get down

how far can i take this                             asfar

          as a typo

                                         breath                  nature quiet 

music in the ears       loud                  whatever is the opposite of

whatever      

 she defends and breathes sun and hunger mouths  until the colander wielding not

       decides who is who               don't speak of it if chosen

work till you bleed            if not

Friday, June 13, 2025

I am not the crazy one

Who would lift a finger to my neighbor sunk
And spoiled
I am not the crazy one spending credit on food
I am not the crazy one 
                    Spilling poison to bank bread
I am not the crazy one spending moral cash to win games
I am not the crazy one hating youngs freedom in old age shame
Lying for God because they gave me spoils to speak the pigs stye clean
                If you can make one believe no matter the lie the spoil goes to you
                      After all it takes fermented shit to grow herbs            and finding the energy of the past at the time right now while it creeps and rolls now 
           Is and will ever be the only way to win
The other knows less and you can end the game starting a new one now and ending it winning
Now 
                           And even then
The lier the pretender the know it all still resolved to speak words to win
While it thieves and sits watching like a couch potato with freshly delivered food eating and watching judging and eating hot fat and eat and cheese  
                          Now judging eating and sitting 
It will always think its eyes view gas while being the one sitting and watching
      Now will always hold the blink view win search for the win     and will always close the game to win 
             Or maybe my things have been reprogrammed again by the sitters and eaters I've lost my train of thought 
Or maybe it's just dirt the hole where
                      the emotion go tuning magik and daylight into fusion to simple for the winners to see   being fixed on the slavery mode of the keel
               Or maybe I won't tote that spell any longer 
                           Move with the calming wind
And that rotted courps will once again have nothing to cling to 
                                 Deservably falling into the void 
             I've read Jesus split the vale once
Reading the prequels 
He fashioned a whip and drove the sitting eaters of fat and money out of the house of God
                          And I am not the crazy one
                  What steal is this that fakes the hardness and hides behind real hard every time
          The only real way to find out is wait until I am sleeping and do you worst
And while I'm awake pretend 
                                                          Calling the game win
                    And I am not the crazy one to my neighbor sunk and spoiled calling game a win
As God gave you the Devine right to do
                         And in old age
                                    Acting child game keeps you alive            the master wields somone else
Not counting it's moves 
        I've got the poison Radiohead 
Now
                                      Or it mud
Or it's tools
                              The big fish eat the little ones 
Radiohead 
                                         Alter call anti-spiritual
Nomenclature spill soil poison and hide behind the Vail     Be saved and win
And I am not the crazy one
                                              When crazy is the only way you win don't lift a finger to your neighbors spent and spoiled 
         And now I have a Devine right to create my own life
                   Obviously through base line chilling lies and poisoned soil ending games when winning and 
     Take a seat the eat fat and slaves couch potato 
I am not the crazy ones
                                               Take the ride sitting
Eating and 

The more dirt on you the more you lie for 
            Or the more dirt is on the better it grows
And
I am not the crazy one 
      Position authority ending game and seeing while sitting eating fat and cheese 
                I am not the crazy one 
Tossing dirt in seeing 
                     Doing being living     
End sight to be the only one seeing
 
As long as the the crazy can sit
 in 
        the air 
                            and missle seek for me I'm safe eating fat and fake cheese
Speaking a lie owning dirt
                    The dark it makes
                                I am all the days that you choose to ignore Radiohead 
                         I am not the crazy one
I am not the crazy        lie
What side of the vale are you on