some of the stuff on
here turns my stomach so i
can understand why

folks might move along

i have relatives
going over family
pictures and here this

is internet One
as it once was, not as it
is now, a bit not

seen

can anybody direct me on how to remove my haiku from this website?
I did contact Janis but no reply!
i will appreciate your kind direction

Too much coffee is killing me, but if not for coffee I'd kill myself.

I wonder what my wife would do if I got her some of that vag-tightening-jel.

Not that it would matter. I imaging screwing a tight pussy manatee would be about the same thing.

Santa with puke in beard... I think I am jealous.
But I think I'd rather be a drunken Krampus.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ಠ_ಠ

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People in winter
Racing mind leaves home once more
Music plays around

between all the jokes
and abuse of the last few
posts if i tried to

say something about
Philip K Dick I fear just
Beavis And Butthead

You said dick,...

w-w-what?????

confiscated spring
fallen apart it and I
heart-teasing trial

imagine df
as mall santa but thing is
its fucking august
children run away
from vomit stained beard santa
had too much nutmeg
with his satchel full
cheap amanita mushrooms
and cans of nitrous
its quite possible
the man had sex with poodle
not jealous at all

Never have children.
If you don't regret it now,
you will one day soon.

Considering the state of the world, it's pointless to have children anyway; you'll only be bringing more pain and misery into a world where there is already plenty. Better just to fuck whores, get AIDS, and die young. But it's too late for me.

When the next girl went on stage and spread her legs, it looked exactly like an Arby's roast beef sandwich and smelled similar. The beef they use isn't really beef, but some mystery conglomeration of rejected parts from dog food companies, processed with food coloring and flavors added. Having had friends who worked there made this a known fact and even they wouldn't eat it if it was free. You felt the same about this fur burger displayed in the window stage. Like in those old Life cereal commercials, "Give it to VHS, he'll eat anything."

She wore a t-shirt that said "Vampyres suck better!" The misspelled vampire in large red Gothic lettering. She was the kind of girl you'd forbid your daughter to have as a friend and encourage your son to take advantage of and then dump. It was wrong to see her naked, but every politician, lawyer, and preacher from 5 towns away was also viewing her young naked body, so how wrong could it be?

Digital folk art
Is that what this place might be?
That sounds about right

of course if you TRY
then people are like yeah um
i got chips to eat....

um.....bye for now

trying to get some
folks from diverse places to
say hi and post stuff

hmm well you know i
always wanted to date a
gothic babe of the week...

vhs rolls eyes
dvd shrugs his shoulders
a man can dream though

a dream is just a
dream a sigh is just a sigh
no kisses though kay?

A dream you dream alone is only a dream

A dream you dream together is reality

oh wait, no no no
BURGER BURGER BURGER!!! hope
you got that right hmm?

FISH
SANDWICH!!!!!

CHICKEN
SANDWICH?

you put a sandwich
up in the window at work
and i thought it was

my lunch, which proved to
me if i am hungry I'm
going why does this

fried chicken tender
sandwich taste like fried
cod? lesson, i can

make detailed worlds and
poems but i need a basic
lesson in foodstuffs

You know the universe is chaos
But chaos plays favorites

"Jesus Does The Dishes"
- Wingnut Dishwashers Union

retail spaces once
alive with currency and
clerks close 1/2 off and

abandoned malls all
become new explorer pathways
empty pay phone spots

Admiring teachings
Voiceless song without support
Blessings of wonder

04.Aug.2017

Colorful nightmares
Cannibalism not fun
I am for dinner

the cat just opened
the door to the office proof
cats rule the world now

can't do much about
the past, that is why some say
focus on here, now

some roads if they get
traveled at night you know those
phantom hitchhikers

ufos, black eyed
kids, the occasional late
night espresso place

at my age i miss
10 shot espresso drinks

Lost in my own mind
I walk the vacant roadways
I see evil things

Vaginoplasty
for poodles is quite silly
until you fuck one.

Not all dust is created equal
Not all movies will get a sequel
To be reborn, crying
To tell the truth, it feels a lot like dying

A bird with broken wings
Building a nest softly
Encouraged by the notion
Bones can heal

Echoes in between
Holding breath against the waves
Armies march lively

02.Aug.2017

Leaving of a wish
Rising sun beckons me close
Boats drift in the light

08.Jul.2017

ashes to ashes
babe don't matter where you are
we all go someday

hate it, love it or
not, jokes, irony, pious...
we are all just dust

Word "America"
Slogan now to improve sales
Empty Budweisers

All your tax dollars
Pay for picnics and healthcare
"D","R" play Doctor

Having been a successful neurosurgeon for for over 12 years now, Dr. Robert Cartworth III decided that he hated his career and silently wished he'd stuck to his original plans of becoming world champion Atari Asteroids player and getting stoned all day. He supposed it wasn't too late and decided to give it a try. Thus he moved to Oregon, bought a near-antique Asteroids arcade game, a hydroponic grow room, and a VW van for late night trips to the nearest convenience store to curb the munchies. The older games did not have "pause" buttons and so the only way to play was to rack up as many "lives" as possible so you could die a few dozen times while taking a bathroom break. He played for 49 hours straight, having an unfair advantage from the pharmaceuticals he was able to acquire (he still had his medical license). He beat the previous high score world record.
He had a city-wide party to celebrate this life-victory and it bankrupted him. He made the money back several times over by selling weed. He retired happy, surrounded by good weed, pizza, beer, and young girls who needed a place to stay and a good drug connection.

prophets will profit
while fighting evil doers
and the IRS

why are "prophets" trying
to sell the message time
is short, buy right now

this is my faith they're
selling, not the stock exchange
Dow Jones Jesus Christ????

putting things off seems
to be the story of my
life up to right now

The eyes of a fractured mind staring wildly from under a mop of stringy gray grease, a home for many species and dense nutrients. Crumbs from a meal weeks ago or someone's lost poodle squirm in a logic defying beard of rainbow colors but how and why? He speaks soothingly to no one. You can only imagine his teeth that hide behind a mossy cover of mustache, a gaping hidden cavern perhaps hiding treasure but no one dares.

A woman with ridiculous breasts passes by.
Children laugh in the distance.
A briefcase of proven conspiracy theories and a dark suit blatantly exists.
Never in my life have I wanted to be someone else so badly as the old man makes some inhuman sound and scratches his armpit.

well you know gardens
can be useful for that and
farmers markets hmm?

I'd like something to eat that's not made in a factory.
Is it possible?

some kid buzzed by the
house on his dirt bike too fast
he may buzz no more...