when the time comes for
faith to be restored i do
not want to end as

Denethor but as
the hobbits throwing that damn
ring in the hot hill

i have lost faith in
humanity right now so
i need a break till

it proves i can have
faith in humanity some
day, let it be doomed

well i will keep a
few more things going on till
tumblr tries to put

a stop to this place
as well

It will be okay
You can live without this shit
made of wire and spit

well you know maybe
my wiill and the will of life
itself are different...

i give up on this
place sadly because it is
of a time gone by...

ronnie james dio
as cds go out of style
i still play his stuff

A Tri-Delta smelt a
fart from my ass, wholly
disgusted and perturbed
by the disturbed misbehavior
of my super-intelligent
sphincter that stinked her
out of the room
with a sonic BOOM!!!!!
or 2... or 3... or 4!
She slammed the damned door
like the plastic whore she is.
My, but my butt has its very own mind where step please;
you snooze, you'll lose your shoes in the ooze.
SPLAT!

i plead the fifth of
march, i hope the boss of here
fixes a new site thing...

What coincidence
My vagina has two boats
You naughty little...

The cow sneezed purple.
The boat has two vaginas.
Elmo tickled God.

i can only hope that
i will be able to see a
keep on keeping on

quite pavlovian
that annoying hernia
still wringing my bowel

here's what i see on
the recapatcha on here
and i hate to say

v1 shutdown on 2018-03-31

sighs, if it works come
on people, this isn't the
NSA you know

well i don't want to
i like this place but you know
the text thing has to

be replaced at the
end of this month because the
google won't cover

this version of that
program anymore

Please do not give up
We all will drink from the cup
Confused religion

I'm afraid that these
last few poems are going to
be it, pretty soon

I cleaned up the beach.
No one will thank me for it.
More trash floats back in.

The drunken old man
sings like a drunken old man.
Karaoke night.

Peering from alleys.
Searching for the next victim.
Cash, pussy, or both.

Homeless drug addict.
Mind gone, filthy and diseased.
Dry humps the sidewalk.

I think I hate you.
You can fuck me for money.
I'm a prostitute.

She makes me vomit.
If you smelled her, you would too.
The flies stay away.

it is said that your
family means well but sometimes
forgets you are grown

I suppose I'll have
to say goodbye to this place
come around march 30

im told that gen x
was worn out by the time it
gets old...what now when?

so do i do the
usual let this all go
or silly prayer run?

i hope somehow that
this place keeps on keeping on
but i know the deal...

i had a story
idea for a vampiress turned
dhampir but she gets

the futuristic
dark elf guy

That last post is a better love
Story than Twilight
Went to see it with a friend
Female of course
2 very very boring hours of my life

alas i knew a story
four vampire wives playing
games with the man who

turned them...nancy kil
patrick wrote it, funniest
vamp story since twilight

commander in chef
please give abundant relief
love, make us shock proof

My dad once met a polygamist
From Pakistan with many wives
My dad told him he was jealous
After all he must have sex all the time
The man sighed and said
No sir I am jealous of you
I would gladly give up the sex
To not be nagged constantly

i stand aside from
history taking it's place
watching and waiting

if someone doesnt
know the past then the past will
repeat itself meh

"I hight Don Quixote, I live on peyote, marijuana, morphine and cocaine, I never know sadness, but only a madness that burns at the heart and the brain. I see each charwoman, ecstatic, inhuman, angelic, demonic, divine. Each wagon a dragon, each beer mug a flagon that brims with ambrosial wine."

~ Jack Parsons, co-founder of NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory

Didn't realize
I've been sleeping in a bed
Full of broken glass
This is not a metaphor

the magick has to
still go on despite the odds
arrayed against it

billy graham has died
today, saw it in a quick
second hand screen shot

alas it is up to
the boss, i want to keep on
haikuing right on

Crustacean soufflé.
One hundred dollar breakfast.
Just because fuck you.

Enormous jizz load.
Cappuccino froth surprise.
Coffee shop hijinks.

This will not go well.
Already it's got errors.
It cannot be fixed.

still sometimes beyond
all hope, all just saying fuck
it, letting go, boom...

it gets right again

my own body is
fighting me, I try to make
new words, new paths, new

life, three steps back, and
if i died i still think most
folks would only think

of the beer in their
hands, talking about the next
gossip, moving on

i fear this to be
abandoned like the old sears
stores, empty buildings

i feel like the whole
resistance is a shell to
imprison spirits

i mean who is 5his
crazy alex jones guy to speak
for me, is he mad?

insane, orvmaking
money off of whatvhe does
and what the hellvdo

we need trigger things
for? this generation needs
a drill instructor

then some counseling!

i think its time to
rise up and confront mob left
leaning ignorance and

fear by confronting
spiritual warfare, and the
whole casting out thing

id hate to say bye
to this place but all things die
beloved but gone on