Everybody needs something…

Tapioca is disgusting.

Even the word Tapioca. I bet it doesnt even understand itself, Tappy-oka.
It’s more like a 1930’s dance. I bet it wants to listen to Billy Holiday and smoke cigarettes out of cigarette holders.
It’s probably pretty sad that my biggest problem right now is the texture of a creamy rice filled treat.
Some people are dodging bombs and bullets…

I’m protesting creamy rice,
Cause thats where my heart is!

Says alot about where my heart isn’t. It’s not with the children of Ethiopia. It’s not with the chernobyl memoirs. It’s not with the god damn fucking war on terror.

You don’t put rice and curdled milk and sugar together….you just don’t.

i want and bad.

When the hell are the 60’s gonna come back in full force?

I want a pop shoppe cream soda and a jingle at the door or raw milk in glass bottles. I want Lucille Ball on the television and a Prime Rib Roast in the oven at 7 cents a lb. I want rich mute colours and crazy patterns. I want a bright orange kettle for my tea which is a handmade homeglazed and fired mug in 3 shades of vibrant reds that look as though they are dripping down the sides.

I don’t want to stay home and eat valiums and clean and smile whenever the phone rings though.  

But its a nice juxtaposition from ipods and facebook and skinny jeans and bad music and bad hairdos and bad colours and bad fads and bad books and bad words and bad everything. Bad government bad movies bad judgement bad employment rates bad intellectuals bad health bad everything.

At least the coffee is still good.
And dreams keep things quiet.

Phenomenon

I love Words with more than one meaning.

2. A remarkable or outstanding person ; a paragon.

Re- Mark- Able..

The ability to recall at any point.
Sometimes this is a living hell. Sometimes a Phenomenon is a living       hell.

Out-Standing…

The Negro in the KKK cloud.
All pales in comparison. At this point one should take that figure of speech and re write it as this:
All pales in comparison (what a bummer fer you man, get outta kentucky).

3. (Philosophy) Philosophy
a. the object of perception, experience, etc.

etc…. what does that even mean? To make anything that broad is to kill it, really.
Your car, your job, your poems, your jeans, your thoughts etc. my perception,your perception…etc.
No. No these arent the same thing.
Fuck this page.
Et(And) Cetera(the rest).

Thanksgiving and Sharks

And all i can think about is sharks.
they eat things whole.
end up coughing up garbage bags.

luckily theres enough food.
for your family at least.
all your turkey and potatoes and sauces and polyunsaturated goodness.

TEN MINUTES OF SILENCE FROM ME AND I HEAR THIS:

(solitary savengers racing to survive)….

(change is needed or they will be swept aside with forces out of their control)
….(break for commercial)
(to create one of the greatest spectacles)……..
………..(what are they doing here)
(brian johnston)….
….(caverns and caves)
(they hold a magnetic attraction)…
……(nowhere else has anyone seen them gathered together)
(shark pit)….
…(violent)
(vortexes)….
…(disappeared in 2004)…
(determined to save them)

we are never far from the sea
vulnerable animals
coughing up garbage bags

we can play with them but they are still dangerous.

Ten Mainsprings

She asks of pain during intercourse.

Tonnes.
I don’t feel a thing.
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She asks for further intimation.

Answers are only seen from the view of the question.

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She wears pink shirt with a plastic edge.

In the material world they only peck at what builds the nest
(And her nest weaves strings of gold)

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She inflates the substances

There they are, beautiful chemical compound balloons drifting through the mind.
(In all your favourite colours)

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Now

We’ve missed 6 others.

Blew a main.

Water everywhere.