the dumb succeed and prosper and think they thoughts are good in the land and air of the dumb but fuck me I just want to come in the good way the old way the way it was supposed to be



don't you drag my family into this cunt you have no idea no idea about my particular lineage yeh I drink but you best be proud but no you're normal and I'm not I'm not



I'm not

I'm not I'm not I'm not



and no tattoos to show for it no band tapes or flyers no group sex tales or thoughts no

not even those so much anymore my thoughts

are pure and yours, bitch,

are not by trying to harangue me about money shit if you want money you

are with the maximum wrong motherfucker; least till I make it and if I do

I hope from vantage of tonight that you are gone because

you among



how many other fish in the sea?



won't deserve my dollars the night

that I make them



and if I don't/



well that's the whole point



don't fuck with me about money bitches

I can't take it if you want a money man

you got the wrong guy.



(but I am the dumb one because all I got is blood and heart

but oh yeah

she had that too and she fucked



the town that other 4 long



ago not that long



but fuck I hate



this shit but luckily I'm an alcoholic

words of love



I'd be a lot happier you

fucking moron you fucking

moron you



fucking bitch

mercy now do we need hounds to chase some sense into this populace well yes hounds of heaven the good kind the kind people and I mean the actual people such as Jesus and the Buddha understood



dreams of hell last night hell on earth and murder senseless unforgiving murder,

the perpetrators also the victims too bad that ain't the way it works here on earth



the perpetrators prosper. the killed just die



I been in better moods I been in better times time time time where is it when you need it

where is it



when you need it

overheard



what are you doin', Internet guy



No porno

any old way will do

this is an age of old ways

when is any age isn't



but that's why it is

sing a song of slept on the dog bed

or sing some more isometric song



sing once then head north

to get bled

lie in bed with your psychosis nurse



fuck her

and be

wed

now

you can see

the failure



now you can see

the fuck up



oh but i forgot you don't care



what you motherfuckers of your stripe

need to learn is that the transitory

is not the whole



everything is what you think

it is and that is why

we are finished



here



care not and feel the despair

of my dreams which predate

some more bullshit reality



ah



goodbye



you make me mad youths

but you will die too

or else learn to hide



as I have

you baby

one of the few

might think I would want you



wrong



you probably think

i'm fatter and more gross

than i am

but they breed a good breed

just shy of the mountains these days



any knowing would entail all the dreams and nightmares

nope hopes

as distinct from

no hope



what's worse than cynicism

is this clear eye i'm getting spares

no one not you

not me



not you

I'd like to welcome you

to this forum to discuss the hopeless

layers of everything



I'm embracing:

self-regenerative pipe dream

I'll get my shit together though



turn out a fucked up story at this point I'm wondering

should I just fail to eschew my bullshit method got it now translates

into trash sex violence drugs stupidity apathy horror terror vile bland sensibility

see this is the vein I get in

but no



I should say things rarely ever seem to work but yet

bullshit mill spawn spin sick game isn't the only verbal dare I say rodeo. yet this is what I pursue



I could be living with just a bit more sophistication I suppose if I had played my cards better.

who is not without regret.



a surfeit of $$$ would serve me



ahahahahah

man ray



a loud city limber dust not mine in dream upon her Orangina spine

25 years old. beer of taxation. thought: should have come there -



fog this morning. Heavy white fog clouds the stone drive

by the hospital.



Who can train these particles of impossibilty. I can



salt the beer and sluice it down onto the drill,

past it, wet the new board and work the bit, one bit of discernment.



remember when these pay phones were essential, now they signal portals of defeat. human. portents. spare a nickel,



can you spare a dime. all the common currency is now obsolete. Symbols of some other life. fuck. die



the inescapable image: me drunk and leaning into a pay phone at Union Square that June

waiting for you for you to come then by the subway I said if I follow you home



will you call the cops on me? should of gone now I



won't go back. don't

get killed off. hope

not, wait and



see