alot i know but
i can't help but discharge it
psychic orgasm

expect confession
i bring forth living water
harmonic time wave

temperance as i
crack open another beer
not sure if dreaming

once a dad always
even if it's far away
still fucks you up though

lol jk
idk about dating
women freak me out

hello eleven
it is me the number one
i am half but not

infinity, ten
is just the number zero
with a little twist

merger
merger
merger

whoops i'm out of space
oh well i don't like it there
oh my god seven

i drank my own blood
the cure too is contagious
i found a way out

same ocean different wave
the seal of the living one
right on his shoulders

so how soon is now
conserve what i liberate
oh yeah i speak in tongues

i can drink poison
i charm snakes for a living
but they're getting bored

attention numbers
compressing information
pay me what you owe

shadows lurk a-broad ; )
light people eat the ember
what is repentance?

good haiku for you
one two three four five six sev-
whoops I'm out of space

numbers and letters
alternate universes
living together

We wonder some things:
What do the popes friends call him?
Has he a nickname?

lime juice and fishes
ceviche in Ventura
Mariela = Queen

simple agenda
purchased by fine ceviche
I'm cheap and happy

well i am not sure
where shit fits in the bible
or what to declare

as to confessional poetry
i am no priest, hypocritical or uncorrupt...merely a fairly corrupt protestant listening to an unrepentant guy talk about his many adventures and thinking no one gives a shit or hoping someone does

it's interesting, carry on

After much travel,
Aliens will be quite horny
They will stop for sex

Ten pound box of shit
Wonder where I should mail it...
Maybe to Daphne.

Procreate too late
Intimate ejaculate
Illegitimate

If aliens come
They will observe and not land.
Earth is quite toxic.

Its air and water
teeming with bacteria,
so ET won't come.

They might kill us
for what we have done as well
as our trash culture.

You can disagree,
but it would be cool, huh huh.
Yeah yeah, heh heh heh.

Or a hot waitress.
Or one of those surfer chicks.
As long as not wife.

I need a blow job.
The kind that can make you scream.
I knew this one girl...

She has a fat ass.
Graveyard shift secretary.
I'd make it jiggle.

Fucking morning wood.
Thinking of fat wife's cousin.
Perky tits, young, dumb.

overwhelming input
but a sense to let it all
go, and leave it be

Will Trump start a war?
If so, then I'll vote for him.
Any war is good.

I'd suck a dick for
a really good hamburger
and some onion rings.

Hey hey, we're the monkeys.
Monkey around with flying monkeys.
They'll poo on you like pigeons.
They'll throw it at you too.
splat splat splat

I want fly
You won't fly
What we should do?
Hay Hay..

Live in the earth
Live in the moon
Live where?
Damn!

I support the war.
World Ward III against China.
Fought with viruses.

They'll puke up cat meat.
Suffocate under piles
of fake brand name shoes.

The few survivors
will be forced to eat shards of
crushed bootleg CD's.

Router and IP
Wi-fi and lan
Visit our site and
you will be know what is it 192.168.l.l

website manager
reading my words in real time
we owe you monkeys

India arrives
You should have seen it coming
grandma went without

the sky in my heart
poops in the mouth of your brain
thank you, come again

spider fucked you up
did not say"I am sorry."
deal with it bitches

Her dildo has a
one-coulomb capacitor
upgrade from kick start.

His pocket pussy
hydrogen fuel cell powered
polyurethane.

Masturbate guilt-free.
Environmentally clean.
Life-sized T-rex toy.

Pee-Wee Herman caught
again, but this time watching
3D Godzilla.

This is so empty.
Devoid of all emotion.
And you do not care.


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"You" does not mean you;
No one in particular;
"you" in general.

vhs!

Eating out fat wife.
Familiar boring flavor.
It ain't butter scotch.

chicken sex not so
funny, poop, funny, horses
well i did know once of

LATEX PONY GIRL
but that's a real girl who wants
to be of burden

Beware the feces.
Carabao land mine hazards.
Lethal roads at night.

Here lies Jong Bong Fong.
Killed driving his bike through poop.
May he rest in peace.

He did not see it.
Eight hundred fifty pesos
for a new headlight.

welcome paradise
made up by storytellers
market fundaments

Sit on the sideline...
Mercury Radiation
Marvin Gaye has dead

You have been searching
traditional idea
with new recipient

Sound punishes us
Iceland volcano marble
Rock on my brother