He's at it again.
Ranting and hating it all.
Admit you love hate.

I just love to fart.
I fart in people's faces.
Then make them smell it.

If I can finish
all my work now, I will go
to the titty bar.

Shush! Don't tell my wife.
I'll get a juicy lap dance.
And then... ha ha ha...

when she puts her face
on my crotch, I'll cut a fart.
Good thing I can run.

lsd is like tv
another distraction from the
dead reality

crisis ends and we
arise from the mess renewed
get me a towel

the risk we take to
say what we say off or on
line in this fuck fest

of an aborted
america, rife with political
aids, let it all

die, and be done with it

some of us inject
by proxy reading naked lunch
rather than become

junky, outcast, worm
witch jew, christian, artist or
d and d player

satanic, hardly
the modern nitwit who claims
to be a christian

needs to be shot so
they can't cast the first stone
oops, same idea huh

my other drug is
love, the blood flows more smoothly
to the heart and soul

my drug is hate, I
don't need lsd, it stabs
the blood runs cleaner...

I hate retards like
homophobes hate queers
I mean the people

who can help it not
the people who can't, who are
nice wiser than us

lousy poet vecks
as for you wannabe tough guys
get educated, get a job

I don't like Big Bird
Grating voice, weird eyes, stupid
Grover is sexy

I really wrote that
Stop stealing from me Karen
You cannot do that

i think I'm gonna
give this place a break and let
you guys flood it with

"transgressive ideas"
whilst i play with 20 sided dice
dragons and dark elves...

chinese dynasties
Shang Zhou Qin Han Sui Tang Song
And the mongols too.

i should study now
but netflix and oreos
i'll study later

Me and L S D
don't always agree, but we
have had some great times.

it's like religion
you might know what's best in your own mind but it can't

ever be forced...

Trippity trip trip.
LSD will set you free.
Bind grind blind find mind.

the sad teenage dream
to be or not to be sad
delayed puberty

Yes, but did they have
cutting edge psychedelic
drugs in their milk drinks?

Did young teeny kids
hang out in the Korova
bar of which you speak?

Drencrom, vellocet,
and synthamesc are all good.
They can't beat acid.

D-lysergic acid
diethylamide two-five.
I think I'll make some.

The drug Alex took
reminds me of DMT.
Sounds identical.

Dead head chemistry.
Acid got on top of me.
I'm seein' ET!

you ever have a co
worker fart in your general
direction but

he wasn't quite French and
he was a decent friend and
asterix the gaul

has his decendants

there was a real bar
called the korova based on
the book, it's closed now

and it had come back
up, reopened but oh God
damn these sad lean times

You're a Clockwork fan
but my reference to cream
and spiking it was...

well, say perverted,
a bit unsanitary
more in keeping with

Fight Club, but not with
urine or meringue with farts.
Think extra protein.

I'd only do this
at Starbucks, never a local
cyber coffee shop.

Speaking of fart pie,
I'm extra gassy this morn.
(Fans it towards Ash.). ;-)

Mister Pakistan
Not a Duran Duran fan
But likes Depeche Mode

with synthmesc or peet
it with vellocet and see
Bog or God and all

His Holy Monkees, hey hey

Too small for typing
and too small for viewing porn;
i-phones are pure shit!

Give me my laptop
and a dark corner in a
cyber coffee shop.

Just don't ask me why
I took so many napkins
or I'll spike the cream.

When I was a youth
I had something in my palm
morning, noon, and night.

Cigarette Monkey
I told you that you looked cool
Why did you stab me?

i don't want to be
immortal, live in a world
philip k dick

dreamed of and what
would today's youth do with no
smartphones in their palm?

A fly is buzzing.
It lands on my coffee mug.
I swat and it drowns.

I agree, yes sir!
Have to agree completely.
The monkeys need knives.

Money phuque dodgeball
must be played with knives and swords.
The last monkey wins.

There's nothing wrong here.
No, there's nothing wrong at all.
Everything's okay.

Phuque monkey dodgeball
Vonnegut Jesus Sharon olds
Mobile homeboy spank

My drunken daydreams
Don't seem to scream anything
Until I wake up poop

Jeep grand Cherokee
Bacon, beer, buds, 'bacco, Non-
Negotiable

all right all right you're
an avant garde writer who
"lives the life" Jesus...

we get it, glad you're
back, get it together get
paper on the shelves

Oh shit, I'm evil.
The most evil man alive!
I flipped off a nun!

(No, not really, but this is worse!)

Evi1--A Novel About You by Darth Figpucker

Prostitutes and beer.
Sun, surf, snorkeling, and "sins".
sinsemilla bud.

A place to be me.
I think that's what I'm craving.
Or perhaps needing.

I should not be here.
But is there a better place?
Prison or the beach.

oh, lamentations
these are the least of a day
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perfect ablutions
yet again my ass doth itch
insurmountable

random numerals
and street address epithets
decipherable

netbot protection
provided by a netbot
reCaptcha this, dick

wind behind my eyes
palpitations troublesome
this is my sunrise

I've heard that old joke
before, but to take the slums
out of a person

before one goes on
outside the body and then
so on and so forth

We're all fucking doomed.
If we don't clean up our act.
Also the planet.

and there;s the coda
we didn't start the fire
applies to now too

historical change
events day after day, leaves
marks on the psyche

and time marches on
so another year older
yet none the wiser

Take your vitamins.
Winter time is upon us.
Boost immune system.

Now here's one for you:
Read Transmetropolitan.
It's a comic book.

The main character
is Spider Jerusalem.
He's a journalist.

It's in the future.
He's like Hunter S. Thompson
holding a ray gun.

Except the ray gun
will make you shit your trousers.
That's literally.

A "Bowel Disruptor".
That's what the ray gun is called.
I need one of those.

never awake lit
high with a little help, son
everyone's thirsty

neurotransmission
serotonin, dopamine
all the same to me