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How about a riddle?

What do you get when you stay on the porch

and send all demons on a hike?

A hell of a zoloft sunburn

On the porch my buddy was sitting with his girl

It’s a good time and the sun is good fruit here

my buddy's got his signature ass-crack,

he's picking mysteries out of that lady hair

I was sitting there too

Hows about a joke?

Walk on up the steps and take a look in that lady hair,

you might not find a thing under those curls,

Except a butt cheek

I took a hike myself, a little later on

Not to follow all demons, but to put somethin in the bod

But that neighborhood was full of rude doggies

What about a request?

Don't run up on me,

I'm looking close at little hearts,

I got in the White Lexus and jetted out

At Human Services Agency

At long last, the grail king can rest

At little rows of plastic pews

And about I tell ya secret?

How do you get out of a dandruff snowstorm and a conversation with citizen weird?

Go through doors 1, 2, or 3---theres foodstamps behind every one

It was never boring here

while those rude doggies were barking

but I'd never seen a grimace like that before,

so happy,

faces of everybody I know

IX

on an afternoon stroll:

1 doggy
2 doggy
3 doggy
all on a leash


o, my flabby skull

VIII

notes call ubh get authoruiszation sessions piedmont avenue 3830 2^nd fl between hair/ nail salon metal gage code 9190 15 mins early right up staircase MONDAY AT 3

SCALES RUFFLED BY ART HISTORY AND TRAVELLING FROM ONE SIDE OF THE COUNTRY TO THE OTHER TO SEE A THERAPIST WITH A VOICE FOR THE AGES

.00 sec: Monsieur Corbet came out with his hands in the air,
“everybody hands up” or “hands up all the time”,

And then We All came out in festering youth,

Fresh as newly washed chrysanthemums,

Outraged or enraptured,

Unsure if I should

Shit my pants

Or shoot someone,

Piddling downtown

Forsaken at the bus stop!

0.33 sec: Parents, God, I waddled out like a fat little dog,

my manifesto talked about going fast,

going faster than bleeding ducks fisting the past

I crashed my motorcycle and rose from the ditch

With huge ideas and a boner made of jet fuel

I challenged an art critic to a duel,

I told not a soul!

.51 sec: Like 500 years later I got on a plane again,

Changing my pasture from New Hampshire to Florida,

That economy class seated all the furies of hell,

500 ghastly sisters covered in sores and oozing Buffett

Of course, I was horrified.

Good screaming gods of shonga,

Why don’t they just drop me off in the industrial park,

With those covered army trucks and the secret puddles?

.54 sec: We assumed it all to be over,

I was sick to death of thumbs,

I chopped mine off

Sent them in the mail somewhere

Sat my ass in the corner

Wore my 'Life is Good'

Sweatshirt

Had a laugh

.56 sec: uhhh

.58 sec: with my head shaved,

im a mean mother fucker

i waited for my dad in the airport

and listened to a sad song by Puff Daddy

my tears were really Sting's

and things were positive

2.03: huffed something extremely rude

1 hr: agonist movements from last century

7 d: the fourth dimension browses tile patterns

6 mo: shit, animals, days

10 yr: 2012 graduating class of the apocalypse

Wipe this shit from the face of the earth,

You too will squander your fortune

Before speaking your first words

VII

you know what? Today I Iooked out my window, and you know what i saw? There was a black minivan parked outside!

A black minivan doesn't even make sense!

i knew it was going to be one of those days, like when you're rambling on a country path and you see a fellow rambler so you salut him and exchange a word or two. then you go on your way, and its only some time later that you realize,

"I was talking to a murderer!"

VI

я ничегок

матери платок, в руках,

в руках сволочь

до утром, до утром или глуши

я мальчики твоих

как мечта, как сонь, наши

я нечегок,

мальчика мечт

я исчезну, будить ты

и меня ты забываешь

но что там ты понимаешь?

в царства мой?

ты видела Ад, куда бросали мы

пока я кричу в языках разные