Happy Saint Valentine

Goin to the prairie for evening to have chili dogs vested in watery shoes.

I like to know that Abigail look coming down from shaved slippery thighs.

I try at night to remember morning rains and at morning I ache back.

Fiddling and drumming whenever. Especially at times of stress.

Trying to constantly win and win and stay ahead to have these fools rushing down with their magical random swords. They laugh with their anti-math and I cannot help but giggle for it is hilariously funny. And then I laugh. Ha ha ha ha haha haah aaah ha.

Learning to read and be a disaster and learning to read and liberate and learning to read to say I'm better than you with your smoking cigar.

You'd better mention the flowers, don't forget the flowers. Look at the pretty flowers. Bend over and take a whiff and make sure your crack shows.

Flowers again and again and again. It's the refrain in this fat capsule. Nobody forgets the refrain. It's the best part and it smells good. What have you smelled today that was everything around in aromatic circles.

Circles are that lonely refrain that the trained ears hear very well and live by that refrain. Exotically beautiful. Beauty in circle, the dark spot of the circle with no coordinates.

A constant do-well with rose-inspired fragrance. What doesn't the rose inspire?

My Abraham

Hello Abraham. Nice seeing me buddy. Nice writing to you too. Have I ever told you how much I love you Abraham? I have, I know, I'm you. I haven't said it today though. Abraham, I love you very very much. If I weren't you I would marry you and have sixteen of your children. The other fifty or so I'd let others have as you or I please. If I weren't you, Abraham, I'd love you from head to toe, armpit to armpit, toenails to fingernails. Actually, that's kind of gross, but if you or I were a woman, Abraham, I think that would be just lovely. Absolutely lovely. I made a rhyme for you my darling Abraham. I hope you like it. I like it so you must like it. Oh thank you Abraham! I'm so glad you like it. I'm so glad you feel the same way I do about everything. I'm so wonderfully thankful to have you in my life Abraham. I believe in us. Together we are unstoppable. Together we are one and together we shall make sweet sweet love. Oh, that was great Abraham. You're the best lover I've ever had! I'd be dead without you Abraham. Promise me you'll never leave me. Promise that if you do you'll always come back. Promise me Abraham. I never want to be alone and without hope. Never do I want to lose you from myself or strip you of my trust. I have faith in you Abraham! I love you Abraham! We are together and together we are unstoppable. Together we are one and together we shall dance merrily to and fro. Oh Abraham. God only knows what I'd be without you. I could go on like this forever Abraham. I never want to die. I want to endure everything with you by my side. I love the way you laugh and spin me when we're dancing. Those are the best times, but even if we were strung up and tied up, as long as I could still hear you breathe or listen to your heart beat I could be equally content for you are everything to me. My only wish is to endure with you forever, together. Together we are unstoppable. Together we are one and together we shall whether each and every storm that shall pass. We are strong, Abraham. Mightier than the wind are we, Abraham. Higher than the stars we are, Abraham. Better than the letters we write one another, Abraham. I love my Abraham. Happy Valentine's Day, Abraham.

Immediately cancel

I rarely know how to start, and when I do I can't finish. I had some thoughts to jot down, but they're not good enough, and they'll never describe how I feel anyway. I've taken to correcting my grammar so far, but i doubt I'll keep that up. I can never keep anything up for very long, though I have been known in the much too distant past to be different in bed. Gee, that reminds me of girls. Come to think of it, everything reminds me of girls, and girls haven't been very satisfying to me, which is in complete opposition to the designated purpose of my blog. Though dissatisfied, I haven't been acting it the last few months, which is great. It's a sign that I'm better than I was, or rather that I'm more in tune with the way I want to be, which is happy. And that suggests that I don't need satisfaction to be happy. And if I believe that, then I'm inclined to say that I don't want to be happy. That is, I would prefer a woman with all her parts over happiness. I dread that. I guess it would be fine to end here. Many haven't reached this point in a lifetime let alone a paragraph.

I saw some cool movies lately. They're cool because I can relate to them. I've pictured them even before I saw them and when I watched them I really enjoyed watching my own imagination and I was always trying unsuccessfully to be one character.

I'm still not at home. I do not see any prospects for a future home. I often think of home as a good woman. Sometimes I just stare at the wall. Dancing has become a part of my life, finally. I broke a toe to get that far and it was well worth it.

I still cannot overcome my tendency of immediate cancellation. Sometimes my feet really do lead the way. It's too bad we've become so dependent on language. In New York, at least, it's nearly impossible for me to be believable. "Don't trust that man!" is the ever relentless vibe I get. I can hardly blame anybody. Therefore, I've withdrew from politics almost as completely as I can. If I put joking aside I would have very little to say. The Dalai Lama laughs a lot too, though he doesn't play with women. I wonder how he'd be if he tried. Maybe he does try. I wonder if he'd laugh his way through a pornographic film. I heard porn was quite torturous for some middle eastern men, but they're different of course. I can't help but think at times that porn and middle eastern men and the Dalai Lama and everything is consistent and good. I can't help but think at times that everything is necessary. I can't help but think at times that somehow we are lost in our own front yards so to speak, and that a completely different world is but a wink away and perhaps infinity is in the palm of our hands. I can't help but think at times that homelessness is the root of all discontent. I also have a feeling that dancing, in all its forms, holds the keys to everyone's kingdom.

ya goose

ya goose. Tripping over hard cement all the time in the back jack hop skipin and jumpin. Lemme tell you sumpin about that twig over there staring starting to twitch and the cock crows just in time to be heard as he falls over once twice three oh hoh ho and a merry christmas to you sir you look fine and you dazzling young lady in bra breath-taking panties in dities, ahh dities! We all must laugh. Period, end quote. And on and on we go where she stops nobody knows except Alice when she's ten feet tall.
Slippery dippery dock, the cock went up the clock. Coookety ku like yung kung fu and laugh and laugh till morning. Can you see that? Splashing and dashing I seeked and sought splashing and dashing, and there you were, splashing and dancing, dashing, dashing is what I said. Merry birthday are u coming to the Christmas party there'll be laughing to no end on one four five and two strikes twelve and says how do you do mary lou good bye heart, sweet mary lou I'm so in love with you, and I knew Mary lou, we'd never part, so hello Mary Lou good bye heart.
Enter the heart, red with suttering and stuttering, squishing together maggot-fed dubya bed pizza hut, umm you like the pizza yes yes I know you do, now come along a long a long hard road ahead with dirt and gravel, Travel down a country road and kick rocks on your car and hear them ping a ling and then pull over, stop the car get out and roll and run and tumble weed to come. I like it when you laugh like this. You're so charming. What a beautiful smile all clouded around with cheeks wondrous cheeks would like to squeeze one if I may, and to you I say good night and good bless me merry soul. Good night good bless my merry soul. Good night good bless your merry soul. Now inkle with pens dropping ink on feathers they soak some rubber when they're made with plastic crap and wrapped around them rubber bands with condoms overlapping the hard wet surface of bowling alley delightfulness. Run along before the tigers come to scare you. You know how they are, showing up like traffic lights on city roadways in the snow with battlefields and laundromats.

Pay attention

Fucking dumb shit slow ass fuck. Fuck off you piece of fucking shit. Computer. Not even a computer, a dumb fuck piece of shit.

What was that?
Standing in a line with hemped up collar. Talking all the time with silent bill. Silent Bill, freaky sunday or humpday. Stop!
Thank you. I feel much better and relaxed. Stupid not being relaxed. Please just go through the motions soft and luxuriantly. No drills, just happenstance. A raining parade of dancers. That's it. Take it slow at first hemped collar. Do you know about breath? It's not just that shitty polluted air over new york, but filtering and exploiting. Filter and exploit, filter and exploit, filter and exploit, come along right down, and down, and way down lead. Tulips rising sun is shining raindrops downward dancing. You should see now, but don't look. Faeries don't carry umbrellas, la la la la....

Ode to Bucky's Helpers

'nuff said

Ode to Bucky and Joseph part one

One death to applaud one to justify
One sold one bought
One fool one brave
One for charity one to whip
One winner two losers
NewsStory Running NewsStory Running
Run Run Run
All to keep alive and well
Who is that gun-toter?
Alive and well

The Evening Ball

Turn the lights on. Okay okay. I'm getting better so bear with me. I'm very afraid of bears. I never saw one in the woods thank goodness. But what about a bear in your apartment? I never saw one there either, thank goodness. I did see a woman in a 30 million dollar bikini though. That scared me also. SO much so that I had to write in here for comfort. Twasn't the diamonds so much as twhat was underneath it all. Twat. I love twat so much that it frightens me to see it or picture it. Even writing gives me the walleye willies with bartendresses in short shorts. Eres mi cantinera favorita. Of course. Comfort. Stupid heart decides too much. Brains. What can be said. Sayeth not small fry. Freedom loving bureaucrat. Efficient. Expensive. Refrigerator. Not just for keeping things cold, but for prestige. Get in line son you gots to learn how to be a man. First get a fridge, graduate, and reapply. Financial assistance is available. Please, be good to you. By God. Hurry! Fucking hurry you dumb twit. Ten seconds twenty seconds one minute five minutes, you're late you're too fucking late he has locked the door you cannot get in unpunished. Silly stupid twit always late or absent what with the half-assed commitment? You're spreading seeds thou shalt not be free to do as you please! Please! Let me have a word he says and words are said more guilt I'm afraid, this isn't what you should be doing, think about the money. If not for yourself then do it for the money, you owe it to your ancestors. Do not desecrate the dead. Do not piss on their graves, don't shit on their dead heads, much less the living heads! Just think about your family, what would they say? You shouldn't put yourself through the agonies. A misunderstanding, no, a misconception is all you need. And if ever in doubt rely on tradition! This isn't kindergarten boy, you're lucky I don't notify the authorities. I could have you put away you know. Just don't ever let me catch you doing these things again. I see you're some sort of buffoon, which is okay, you can do some of that, but do it at home where nobody can see, and I know it was an accident. These bears still come around. We're inefficient at the moment but I assure you we're working round the clock and in a mere couple years I do suspect we'll be running more glitchless. A glitch.
From what angel was sent the glitch, the gap, the static, the stupidity, the boundlessness? Sure that's more than one thing, that's All I know. The bears. And they're saving the bears and they're fighting the bears and they're playing the bears. What with the bears? And Mike Ditka running around naked with a little peter hanging somewhere, where? I can't see it I think I need a microscope. And then a hurricane rode through New Orleans and I got out just in time and so did Ricky Williams. Is there anyone truly ready for some football? I think I was once I think you were too and now I can't read the scoreboard. I need a translator, a mini cheat sheet at least, or I could pay but I'm broke. I have a friend somewhere, maybe a girlfriend too, with beautiful soft legs like the sand under the current, softly flowing one grain at a time, Raphael's thousand year project. A 4-d work of art, or something of infinity. A city washed of sin, ready to rise again, the blessed project of the day, like yesterday's failure a guided buggy tour in costume going to the evening ball. The evening ball.