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Mince Manners

Coupled Nigel was sent by bootlickers. To his right, a saggy Erik placed his whole body in chewed gum. Nice, but left to the grit world. No depths, just a constant stream that turnt rocks into hollow pearls. Sagged Erik, you mincemeat pie, you devil’s snout, I recommend a baking soda balm. Thus sang coupled Nigel.

Exceptional Dimension

Diabolical Theodor walks plainly down the sidewalk. Discovers the salmon breeze, dips his toes into stranger’s lawnmower. Peerless Diana cries, but to no avail. Old Theo wants nothing but the utter destruction of the whole landscaping industry. Gazes longingly at the sunset and imagines a horizon with giants smiling back at him.

Lyrics for 'Belittle The Car'

Palm my tie, it was the suture

pull on my skin

when I was waiting for the

diamond fall.

But that was the jaw, it's broken

numb me down. If I read

the magazine right it's

time I sleep again.


I fold.

I will mold

on the shelf

in bad health.

Was it me?

That rotten smell?


Belittle the car. I call in

sick again, but I am not

always painted in these

peeling walls.


Folders and folders open

on the floor.  My friend,

you were my only vessel

to my holy place.


But that was the cave.  It's

simple: I'm not

coming out

until the rice I keep cooking

begins to amount.


I think that if I waited

in the dark I would write

the kind of message that would

scream my heart.


My time

is aligned

with the gold

in your hand.

Crack your skull

spill it out

into mine.

 

Lyrics for 'I Had Seen A Lot of Things That Day'

I went to

I went to

I went to a park

And I told my friends

I told my friends

I went to the park

To tell my friends

I told them

I told them

All about

The things I had seen

Earlier that day

I had seen so many things

Earlier that day

I had seen so many earlier things that day 

So many things

I had seen so many earlier things that day

I had seen

I had seen a lot of things that day

I had seen a lot of things that day

I had seen a lot of earlier things that day

I had seen a lot of things that day

I had seen a lot of earlier things that day

I had seen

I had seen

I had seen

I had seen a lot of things

I had seen so many things

I had seen so many things

I had thought I had seen something new today

I had not seen anything new today

Everything I had seen I had seen before today

I had seen so many things today

But I had seen them all before

I had seen them so many times before

When I went to tell my friends in the park

I had seen them all before

I knew all of these friends

And I had seen them all before

I had seen so many friends before

And I had seen them in the park

So I went to the park to tell them

That I had seen them before

So I had seen them before

But where had I seen them before?

I saw them in the park

Standing there, waiting for me to tell them

what I had seen before

I had seen a lot of things today

I saw things that I had not seen before

I had seen it all before

And I had seen it all before

But I had not seen these things

I saw a bird today

And I had seen it before

It sits on my porch

And I had seen it before

I had seen so many things today

And I had seen them all before

And I knew that I had seen them before

 

Clutterati

Developed a fondness for baths, sickle-tongued Peter finds another way to express himself. In the dusk corner, he saw a dough version of himself, quivering. Heartached, for sure, cinnamon Mary tries a new dress out. It's the perfect color, magenta, with a boa constrictor ribbon.

Timeless, and always on point, tired Win makes a five-tiered cake for his mother. His jaw glistens in the moonlight, and horny teenagers attach to it like leeches.

I heard a rumor that you may move into town again. God, how I could greet you. I sapped until the sun went down, and did some more until the sun rose, just in case you came to knock down my door.

 

WITCH HUNTBRAIN LUNCH

Periled, he wrote the desktop under like lunch box time to witch hunt. But when he found the door it framed the wabbit so wascally. Why the dumb streaker? Numer pedi, he made off on our soar goodbyes. Blessed the train I was wrecked again, so I steal the glance and he spills on.

When was the dumb streaker? Volumes ago, maybe more, important never found. Was he a dancer? Jo, but a people hummer.

Pine sol was burning the nostrils up intercom. So he basks the evolve out until the Canary song doesn't.

 

sunday

I am too sad

to get my groceries, 

or do my laundry.

 

Spring Mania

I was taking slow steps when the trigger one-upped the foot and left us all in spirals. I said "you took yourself out of box." "Ha!" you belched. Earlier I caught you eating rice off the floor.

He is the tip-toed wine glass, static in stare at the mirror. Must finish every drop before enter bed he thinks to himself. Every one else is outside listening to the same song, eating the same sandwich. He pulls a loose thread on his bathrobe.

Maybe it's easy time, maybe this is my time. Every room is so empty. Again he computes and lets in the soft blue glow.

 

Yeaahh Eggman

When is the egg man coming? You have been fed for years now. The surface so reflective, called you beneath. Careful cybernetic probes at your door, knocking steadily. They say, what a meek specimen. Resigned to mold and the ever groin interest rates. Will they ever answer our calls?

Imagine: Welcoming them in. Ridging your teeth, the maw out. You cracking your fingernail along one and hissing. When will it be over?

Still knocking. Knock knock knock. You have dues. Your society calls to you in your desolation, and begs for your returns. But blanketed and safe, you hide behind the embered candle wick.

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