2004

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12.30.4
second to last day of the year
light like tissue paper outside

12.28.4
still, some things are complicated, overly so,
and then we get all fuddled up, fudge in our mouthes
digging holes in the ground and burrying our heads

12.27.4
all out balls

12.26.4
of all things, some things are noticed more
wrists are like burn when strain

12.22.4
slop,click,cluck
clickwork

12.21.4
cat fur freezing ghostblast blessings

12.16.4
taste eyeball singing
hear a syrup of the tongue

12.14.4
days without regret
flower petal sponge bath
cyclone sick head-stick brain with a teflon grip

12.8.4
Tall tails overshadow those who tell them.
When a whisper is not enough, a shout is not always necessary.
Help, I’m stuck in fortune cookie mode!
That’s right, I’m talking to you, got a problem

12.7.4
he who walks in the valley of death is imaginary and makes for a good story

12.4.4
from secrets come the quietest complaints

12.3.4
gorgeous goon gushing

12.2.4
we’ve got valliant efforts, squeeling and sodomy, salvation in a can

12.1.4
complete the spam treaty with rodent antlers and lipflames

11.30.4
stuttering to a stop
words like painted dirty post-it-notes scattered and peeling

11.29.4
mindrage
wrath of spam
cotton filter on the internet

11.24.4
squid sucker sanguine sash
slash—tires and tree swings, tiresome things
gone purple bubble double groupe hug hubble

11.23.4
in a hole
like a stun gun
saline saturation
fart-rind

11.19.4
gorilla writing, writing from the bush
writing from trees, from apes, from monkeys swinging from tails
writing tails about swinging monkeys
writing swinging tales about monkey sex
writing sex about monkey love
writing monkey sex tails while swinging from trees

11.17.4
strange loss
fetal memory
positions of loss
sometimes a good strategy is to wait

11.16.4
exit wounds like axel spoons
quit exit, schoolboy fantasy greasemonkey salad

11.15.4
slogging like slimefeed
feet in kryptonite carbonite concrete
whistles and stadium casings
gouging my eyes out with soap

11.12.4
global positioning green monkey sqallor

11.11.4
ones and zeroes rain abrupt white fire, black and white fire, true false fire,
down on unsuspecting circuits like little electric fires
electrons passing notes in teh hallway between classes

11.9.4
greetings from the cabbage patch
clock cards supple and sublime stupid and esoteric
eye sockets gouged and glistening

11.6.4
a welcome of infinute proportions
pandering gang-bling blaster-stricken eyesockets
sombraro wearing blackbelts from the south
pistolas like numchucks and
silver “Sherif” badge throwing stars
two worlds collide like
backstreat boys and bloomingdales
hurricane sun wails
slime rot and trafficjam cumquat

11.5.4
leather seated couches in the afterlife… dead sitting on dead

11.3.4
hippopotomus lobster
spiral tie-dye, grip-strung fingers
strong sense of expendable expectancy

11.1.4
one word is not a novel. It can be a poem, however.

10.31.4
hollow fanfare rings trumpet screams
words itterate thought pannel spectrum
screaming insomniac hat

10.29.4
glowerism, trash can too little

10.28.4
jingle glow—jinglow
saucy yellow sliplow seeplow

10.27.4
styling sweedish meatball stupid nuthead sadist

10.26.4
sleeping bag sleves, selves digested and misinformed

10.25.4
godzilla skunk nutmeg

sweet like heaven’s underbelly
a ghastly grizzled glimmer in the queen’s eye
dominating the night air are faint white crystals
like snow is pressing in from some third colder dimension

highland of the mind—stand up mountainside
paying bills in tiny electronic increments
seafaring oysters of the internet
dustpan dreamers in ice cream flavored of frozen eyeballs

10.20.04
cellphone trombone masquerade pander
grit teeth grim sleuth
vague aware vagina-ware

10.18.4
coo at hissing snakes and they might coo back
a cloud in the sun is worth two on the horizon

10.17.4
timid hinges spring outside smothering stake

10.15.4
I have ideas like salted wounds

10.14.4
griping on the grip handle gangway, plank-dom

10.13.4
squat squabble squish, listen to sounds of wet and mushy.

10.10.4
wires hang pictures whose faces all stare at you no matter where you stand

10.8.4
week end in sanity
gorgeous sky blue fall yellow red tree
maple pain, sugar sky

10.7.4
slaughter of innocent pixels
parrot party line, paraded and digitized for posterity

10.6.4
morning crusts, eyes and toast, butter ‘em up
wipe the crumbs away, fresh

10.5.4
carmel city
gashes of sticky cityblood,
amber sugar, spilling onto Broadway

10.4.4
october, a leaf month
orange fables crunch underfoot
globs of glitter tree bootfriendly fermenting skydust

10.3.4
a grok full of googlisms
better not to have money on your hands

10.2.4
gloatnozzle, settlescuttle, swindle-stick, stout!

10.1.4
a scratch a day
keep your windows locked and hearts outside
all severed limbs are trite and silly

9.30.4
all wrapped up and nowhere to go
all whacked out and nowhere to blow
all smacked up and nowhere to show
cross your eyes for double the fun!

9.29.4
saline soft eyelids above a supine smile

9.28.4
good wilderness is wild and good

9.27.4
seeping under rib caged animals anguish linger languish finger famish
salute the golden flag of commerce,
glitter spit globbed on your lip
far reaching fingers of the inevitable zip

9.25.4
squal is outside the storm
a white cloud falls like buzzing bees enraged at the earth

9.22.4
goat cheeze pizza and miracle whip sandwiches have one thing in common: bleh.

9.21.4
blast and superblast all hell is broken signposts and wrong directions

9.20.4
glut and slut are only one letter apart.
True harmony comes from putting the mind at ease;
The best music is sleep.
persuit of lovliness

9.17.4
gripped in clutching fingers of mediocrity

9.16.4
time, like everything else, keeps on without us watching,
without the constant observation and hypothesis of science.

9.15.4
sardonic harmonic
orgasmic organ grinder
guilded gilders garnishing gargantuan applause
a monkey’s fingers are like human fingers

9.14.4
invalid character

keypress not accepted:
invalid character.
“bleep”, an onomatopoeia discovered
to describe this error

in character. You are my
invalid character
unrecognized symbol
unexpected encounter—you

distil essence of non-trivial
bug-fixing and code conundrum.
You are the sharp edge of a non-
anti-aliased character as it

butts up against the
edge of standard input,
bleeding into standard error
finding puchase in the sound card’s bounce.

9.13.4
brushing up on my brushing up
I’ve got nasal eyes and wide passage nostrils

9.10.4
gripped by blinding in an unquiet quest for understanding of sight

9.8.4
savoring the salsa parade
good vibes from inside

9.7.4
some silent moments are best left to their own silent devices
still, we like to wait for them and dream of what we will say

9.6.4
as predicted predicated preadator mouths hungry
feed like insects
mandible mouthes scissor sideways
creasing forever in cracked grins

9.3.4
truth, a subjective? God lives in big things, not the details, but the devil
isn’t in those either. The devil is in the big things too, like MURDER and
soap operas. The whole bible is like one giant soap opera, played out and
watched by millions of christians every sunday morning.

9.2.4
strangling sounds struggling from the speakerstrings, gurggling from
subliminal placeholders of consciousness through ear-cannal passages escaping
mind rot, going global on sonics

9.1.4
Chicka applied her grunge-stick in front of the dirty mirror, carefully
smearing the edges of her lips to give it that special “hole in the head”
look. The same stick went on over and under her eyes, until she felt propperly
ghosted—a white sheet with black holes for eyes and mouth.

8.31.4
wartchester ravenwriggle
whose nose is nearly neandrethal
nances about his nansion, playing with ninstrel strings and pastry snudles

guardian glowstick giggle-puss

8.30.4
fly begone gangster
got smut?
shotput significant-other
pigs squeeling for santa, for satan
horns on zanzibar

8.27.4
dumb streak stuck in knots and curmudgeon cruel

8.26.4
flashes in a pan black and fried
fringes of the burnt-crust world, demon-seed and sedated
got gold freeze
burn like black molt-berry

8.25.4
flared flights of birds and insipid gnashing of teeth
momentum lackluster
grey skied blackflower
streaks of bleak
runs of red in impeached trust

8.24.4
ghost processes running behind the scenes
ruining things and defeating purposes

8.23.4
script implies freedom
flowing of words or characters
spreading of meaning, gestures of code
script, so subtle, like a rolling breeze
yet crisp, crackling with energy, power

nestling birds on branches huddled for cold
migration is a mixed metaphor, I think of it and want blankets

8.21.4
astute observations are incoming exagerations
despicable decapitations
deplorable desperations
devine inspirations
insidious incantations

all the soft things are wayward
hovels rovel joyous in dirt-night sun
weekend fraternity shfts of light spark struck
grease shuttle bug speed sequence
whine limmit catarpillar, frog soup bumblebee
gromit hole surprise, gringo weeping
glides on gilded finger-spines, spurts spleen squee splat
gratuitous gabny-belt, snicker-snatch-snaz

8.20.4
jovial javelin rhinoceros
pickup gimme and jim yojimbo jamboree

8.19.4
smothered in broken neck juice

8.18.4
winding down and wound up
fingers split like sore thumbs
ankles and arms akimbo
head swollen noodle neck’d boy

8.17.4
when sanity takes a backseat
when insanity rears its ugly heads
all along the cocktower

hickory dickory fuck
your head’s stuck up your butt

all gray nothing and a bottle of rum

8.16.4
what seen is steeped in brain stems
what smelled is steeped in brain stems
what stepped is spilled on sandy ground
fists of feet all bunched toes in silt
guilt over lack of lines and letters
thrown like rugs over shoulders of
alter boys and serial poets, dreamers
thoughts like the crystal superman threw
into white snow, growing memory and sympathy
in one swell foop and words all glittery words
like candy-raver makeup or scuba diver wetsuits
words, thrust onto a page like this one,
mocking, and yet worshiped as gods of space
and thought.

8.15.4
piggly wiggly figgly diggly

8.14.4
salty soft silly

8.13.4
prompt attention payed to nothing
fists full of attention spent on nothing
attention buys the sweetest things, nothings,
whispered, ordered, bought with nothing

8.12.4
wait while I stop this,
great white tops this
black tight stops twist
gristle-noggin
gangreen-tobagin

8.11.4
waiting is straining
watching is entertainment
squirming while watching is like waiting

8.10.4
suck it like strawberry shortcake
got nipple napalm on my hands
bastard son of skin cream

8.9.4
if practice made perfect, we’d all be perfect at things like brushing our
teeth and mowing the lawn.

All roads actually lead to nowhere, Rome being only one small slice of the
nowhere pie.

8.8.4
scooch down, scrooge down, all about the root rot, dangling dirty fringes
got scott free scotch screams

8.7.4
rattling sound of scraping metal on metal, the fence gate opens
murmurs from downstairs, the front door opens
heartbeat, my stomach opens

8.6.4
a shit-eating-grin might have a shit sandwich for lunch

8.5.4
all walks lead to life
paths don’t lead anywhere but to sore feet and downtrodden soles
all ghosts live in infamy if infamy were feathered beasts
and while the sun sets over serendipity, all smiles are hard to bear,
all wiles are hard to share, all smears are hard to scar, scare, scream…

8.4.4
a state of general emergency is balanced precariously on tattle tale symbols
of symmetry and isometry

we are given to fleeting bits of passion wrinkled in sheets of unbridled boredom

8.3.4
sumptuous insomnia formatting

8.1.4
august the slow month
hot and wet nights sliding across a lavender sky lit by acres of streetlights
pavement magnifying years of flickering lamp post depression
a goodnight kiss from a version of the future where cars don’t roll
and rocks fly, liquid through the night sky

our ginger fingers, blistered and limpid, stubbing out cigarettes because the
texture of the air isn’t thick enough to breathe when things hurt…

7.31.4
in the company of fem

all along the towers, there were arrows laid out
like tiny fences, or little shrines to warfare

7.30.4
line item lies, taxes on taxedermy
corpses of politicians lining the road to hell
grinning dormitories full of party-line flunkies
shouting into megaphones and holding picketing signs
with slogans so inane you want to rip their heads off

7.29.4
a slow leak in the dam that holds emotions at bay,
my finger in it like a cork, smells of shit
A universe outside of intellect holds keys to emotional salvation.
We are a product of mass understanding, which is to say, delusion.
Words and sentences can be circles, pinwheels.
A flight of logic causes panic in the midbrain.

First thought, breast thought.

7.28.4
walking on a whisper
dream addled and distorted
“science-machine” grips of technology

7.27.4
whisper-smart, got whisper-lash,
eye-whipped, cream of eye gut
black eyed sneeze
grin and snare it
eye full of black whips and chins and butter cookie cream pie goodness

7.26.4
start with a bang

7.24.4
all weekend waiting like a slow moving elephant
round is the color of eaves falling
we start with circles on our heels

7.23.4
all roads lead to potholes
the black signs stop bare and bold

7.22.4
wolfgrin smile, gleaming middle-teeth, got smothered out eyes and vestigial
brainpan breath snaking out between ivy lips, virus lips…

exit seraphim

7.21.4
saving the last for best

a grin riddle welcome next to nothing spoken
all dreams lead to wet cement
good dogs fly always
a hungry worm gets the day
earlier to bed early feathers
ears like chocolate flamingo fingers

7.20.4
nothing doing lazy good for zip, zero, zilch

7.19.4
a glowing grass knoll by the edge of time
where wizards wearing cloaks of gold suck straws of thyme
and phoenixes burn born once every third second
swooping from the sun overhead to rustle leaves
that in the fall burn gently into ash

7.18.4
a grinding halt, gestalt gridlock
freeway fumbling fumes

7.17.4
the lack, for lack of better name,
is that which luck would let ruin you,
a dark place which is the pit
trap for lonely people, the despair
running down your chin when you
drool over your friends’ girlfriend
then the lack swallows your head, and
all night you are a pig-headed swine
until your eyes close from the lack
groin tingling, you sleep, fitful.

7.16.4
some lame excuse

7.15.4
some outwitted numb skull has invaded my brainspace
he’s taken my name, twisted my interests to lame unproductive activities,
and stolen my girlfriend!
he lives in my shoes, and eats my food.
I’m starving and shoeless, yet sated and soled.
I’m a malcontent miscreant living in an upstanding citizen’s
brain-infested body.
Is that three levels of delusion or just the original two?

7.14.4
we’re dry, granulated
beads of humanity
soaked in an oil that will easily catch fire
then left in sun with giant magnifiers overhead

7.13.4
waterfight diphthong
the german shepard barks at noon on a long cloudy day
all weasels get the spam

7.12.4
going to the rabbit hole, looking down
over the edge is abyss
an ink-black pot of narcycism coffee

7.10.4
guilt glimmer on the horizontal horizon

7.9.4
the sidewalk is like a game tonight
girls out covered in thin fabric
I’m an inhuman eye machine
watching for each detail
the way her skin folds when she walks
the way his head bobs between headphones

summer is a chandelier
hanging over the feast
swamp gas hot
night breathes a sweaty hot must
it glides over my neck
voyeur to this social pageant
each hunger another pang
each pang another pinprick of
incessant complexity

7.8.4
like dolphins or deep sea divers
the universe wastes away like some unbridled cowboy on a bull
ears are funny antennae

7.7.4
a doorstop of a man, stooped and low shoulders, knees bent impossibly inward,
and tie hung like a hangman’s noose around his neck.

7.6.4
a dragon’s runny nose
got sulfur sniffles

7.4.4
a sleeping distance from sunset

7.2.4
poets are philosophers are lost
thinkers building thinkin’ log cabins
a dried up stretch of land called the interior
behind the brain and south

going fantasy island

7.1.4
goodly nightly goodies

6.30.4
got a slush pile full of surprises and nowhere to go.
The outlawed barbi doll syndicate has their own ice cream flavor.
Pontoon poontang pistachio

6.29.4
a slight infraction infestation
chilly willema got her tail in a bunch

6.25.4
what about when you have no clear intention?
(see a george orwell quote)

these words turned like lead onto page, but
pixel to memory byte instead cluttering a spinning
fevered disk drive’s magnetic mind

6.24.4
little grey men on trapeses of circular metal hinged to the sky
angel-wing-high and doors into another dimension
diagonal footnotes to a song as blue as ages

6.23.4
bubblebath chicken-strip
tablecloth bull-whip
destiny on the front end of nothing

6.22.4
lick the light fantastic
diodes that pale a night sky
fluttering of chicken wings in your stomach basket
the day after a rainstorm
swill in gutter

6.17.4
and what wayward traveler is time.
showing up at your door whenever he is undesired
with one of those metal-framed backpacks
the kind that fill your livingroom,
and smelling of faint mold.

6.16.4
characters on a screen have this way
of jumping around, fingers don’t
reach the right keys
all the time, twisting
instead to a neighbor whose
letter represents another universe of meaning
and words, resplendent, everywhere

6.11.4
hurry down the street stifle yawns!

6.10.4
got itches in tight places
shoulder blades cutting the hell out of my backpack
walking on tarmack, don’t even know what tarmack is
the shrine circus is a shrine to the flying satans that inhabit the bigtop
peewee herman plaid, got laid, paid, played like a kiddy-porn pervert
got gum filled teeth-sicles and jaw chomping bit-bubbles
yellowed and formica jargon spitting dragons
mouth-crotch blessings, foot long sentences that slide out
like the sourcrout infested waters of speech therapy wards
slumming outside the dimestore looking for a word-fix
meal-tix, manwitch, gram-sandwich
got fever? got locomotion? got hand-lotion?
sperm count in the googles, hands and eyebrows hairless noodles
forehead doodles on the upside of downtown

6.9.4
braincruft on the fringes
got tendrils of shadowy synapse scurvy
a thick sludge of the mind

6.7.4
queasy sink-fish feeling
felt-tipped asparagus dreams
sequel to the non-stop motion thriller of the century
gob-stopper slap-happy delirium
drown in avocado soup

6.6.4
guestpassing, feet on a fleeting byroad,
ground potato chips and fake meat bleeding into a bun
got round figurines and lightfixtures holding bulbs upside down

6.5.4
descending dementors dangle fickle carrots

6.3.4
sort the pig glut!
down by the water interface,
smoothly sucking nickel in my nostril nipples

6.2.4
outgoing outgassing guzzled greenfelt feelings

5.28.4
good spirit horse-whispered tough love freakout

5.27.4
stupidity induced republicanism

5.26.4
glass and slime picklejar putrid

5.25.4
geezer guzzled on a spree to send all spirits

5.24.4
wallow like a wandering star, wilt like a lit willow,
cinders shufflin off in the wind—ambling away from the trunk and into the extended night

jasper jibber, amble jabbing at the star-struck sky-fires
joint custody of the moon and sun
a tulip catapult aimed at brick and mortar mudbath mothballs

5.20.4
rock is a discourse of discouragement
we’re tween and twine, teeth of slime

a saddle of sadness
a trombone of tin emotions wailing the fart-song of loneliness

5.17.4
limiting the shark
mind squeezed like a pear in juice season
give me the cans please.

5.12.4
seeing the insanity within
externalizing loops and brain-logic short circuits

5.11.4
pennies and pennants

5.10.4
digital sepia tone trodden
a blue wire on the horizon

5.8.4
a wicked rumble, down the block comes wagging

5.4.4
shapes that have no clear defined words to describe them,
axes and exes and excesses all flowing indistinctly into one another
with a lack of color that is not quite black or white, but
like developing black and white film in a color machine
somewhat sepia, and all sinking… sinking under the heavy
blankets of my eyelids

5.3.4
circumstances are circumcised coincidences

5.2.4
numbers and dots and toothpaste eating old hippies.

4.29.4
A penny saved is a useless penny.
Money is a cannonball, dead weight until fired.

4.28.4
goofball bumdrop gumblop

4.22.4
news is always bad, even the good stuff. especially the good stuff.

4.21.4
a flower bud staring at the blossom, stared at by the seed

4.18.4
gimme good gilders and gold
glittering like a one-time seashell from the shores of pixie dust
good and glitter

4.16.4
multipliers and multiple pliers, millipede pluto and a side of spies

4.15.4
a walnut world in a seashell room, whorling like an avalanche tornado

4.12.4
a cross between the blades in my back
across the great divide
cross the street in the middle… in the middle…

4.9.4
swashbuckled, swooshbuckled—swooshswindled
got a pair of gator teeth like sawteeth stuck to my insides. I swallowed ‘em on accident.

4.8.4
sacks of impossible candyland dreams
rainbow flavored ice cream and toothpick tryanasaurs

4.6.4
easy everybody

4.5.4
sweet and syrup sick-wheet
clinging like a lick-m-aid

4.2.4
filty flipsiders, always floating

4.1.4
404 in your
sleek red metaphor

3.31.4
failing at falling is like standing up.

3.28.4
pushing bounds of expediacy
the lateral thought mobile

3.27.4
pours when it rains
grinning pains

3.26.4
the screams of sacred hearts echo true in our blue ears.
Gone are the days of wild wanderlust, a sad dandelion ear.

3.25.4
desperate for dimestores
on a night of madness

3.24.4
white pristine nothings on counters and subsumed by eyes all white and redlined

3.23.4
out of touch, out of hand, out of mind
mind out, mined out.
new SUV: CorpsMaker

3.22.4
stitched to the side of the pant leg

3.20.4
semantically spontaneous inspirational spit-throwing

3.19.4
squiggle squabble
silken strings of stubble on a bare wooden floor

3.18.4
techno-maniacal fingerspam
content floating point anger-blasphemy

3.17.4
squash and circumstance
writing fields if bold

3.14.4
bed-laying softsheets,
sheep-bleets and harsh-beats
lamb-page herd all over

3.13.4
laser woodwork latices

3.11.4
goodwenching
washing a platypus

3.10.4
staggered and sequential
order is everything
tie a wet ribbon around the new noodle tree!

3.9.4
were flailings all we felt, then we’d be spinning like a top

3.7.4
glowing glamorshot halo tuesday

3.6.4
strangled recordings of gutteral utterals

===

Studied and sulfur
Sweat hot and salty
The shelf gives life to

Pictures of remembered failures
Impoverished frames of mind
The fancies of youth

Mental musculature straining
Brawn of the brain
Against bonds of broken memory

Disorganized delirium
Sanity in entropy
Fighting to vomit forth an instance

A coffer of time
Distilled to vapors in
Tangles of synaptic rainforests

Her hair was like remembering her
Thick and always spiraling in on itself
Her broad nose, my now distress

===

3.5.4
surf the velvet survival cliche
we’re rope-hanging and cliff-sliding bread swindling
water gullet-gulped in gluton

3.4.4
rock and roly-poly

3.3.4
string swizzler, swing the star fantastic!

3.2.4
neglect like a disrobed nun
nincompoop nestled neatly on a shelf of salient springs and jackhammer-like happiness

3.1.4
shit squat
frumpy-dumpy shat on a wall
blather

2.29.4
starting with a grey, building the palet, color like sunrising

2.28.4
slither valley soundscape camp

2.26.4
braincup ramen noodle drain-dream

2.25.4
interrogate the ingrates and tickle the test tube babies!

2.23.4
squizzled onto a cake like osmosis ice cream

2.19.4
washbuckle wilderness lampshade
I have crackerjack crack.

2.18.4
brainbubble soup

2.16.4
stray sky

2.15.4
lummox the light spandex

2.14.4
love, like an eyeblink on a cyclops, leaves you a lumbering idiot flailing blindly through a primordial sea.

2.13.4
shifting the season to the cold shelter

2.12.4
outward falling justified text

2.11.4
stock of sometimes in the evening, giving countenance for penance, and pennies for counting and provincial problems for laying down and digging up and swallowing the sky whole like a branch of olive.

2.7.4
as much snow in the streets as were the stars to turn to ice
melting into feet of white

2.5.4
so smooth into insanity

2.4.4
writhing in unzipped extacy
released from tar and gz-feathers
so brimming with whitespace and full of life
stretching out into byte after byte after byte

2.2.4
multipliers and doubling devil numbers

1-30.04
pizza purple on pumpernickle
the early chicken gets the skidmarks

1.29.4
eggshell circumcisions, sideways sidetracked
on a bareback horseradish
picklefish side-dish

1.28.4
gravel pathways on stone expresways arches of concrete and steel
settling a night sky devoid of stars

1.27.4
water floats like anything else when pressure is greater
and density and buoyancy anti-gravity
semantic magic, a wand, a hoop
my lips, a swallow

1.26.4
defined in relative captivity

1.24.4
scattered bodies merged on playing fields of death

1.23.4
blubble-glugg
all about the blatherskite

1.22.4
relegated to grabbing the reigns and running with them
regarding registered roosters in robot reward riddles

1.21.4
savage dignitaries digested and divulging

1.19.4
zig zag monkey
kneestain smells like a pizza

1.17.4
butts and ass fetish sites on survey

1.16.4
today shines like a discoball inferno
grows like a blade of scisors from tinfoil soil
flows like dental floss laser beams
and explodes into night like a shotgun wedged between your tonsils and uvula

1.15.4
regret, a snowstorm

1.14.4
symetrical palandrome universe
got a wormhole in my eye, some darkmatter from when I was asleep
stuck in my lashes
we’re orbiting around the sun thoughtlessly, just like lemmings!

1.13.4
squeezing out the door

1.11.4
jump can be a flight
fold it and put it in your pocket

1.10.4
my linkdom come

1.9.4
wire the xylephone god’s feet to velvet coasters

1.8.4
a person without voice is no person

1.7.4
drone done up dolldrum
fancy word bingo
mysticism gives me a migraine

1.6.4
diddle draping my fingers over the dreswer drawer
Thump! A bump. a lump. A sore.

1.4.4
awake in a sunrise hotspot, new soap on my nose
skin like a black-light skull
keys and poetries all askew