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