Joined: 07 Mar 2007
Posts: 761
Location: Lakewood, CA
Ssssssssssssssss…PHHHHHHRRRRRRR…
(Note: this is not necessarily emotional. just a real random piece i wrote tonight. stream of consciousness style. enjoy the whackness.)
Ssssssssssssssss…PHHHHHHRRRRRRR…
I'm juggling a kookoomongjoo for grunge holiday in the reaping snow.
I travelled here by bus, train, and bus. It’s normal to do shit like this when you’re a fairy with greedy perplexions about ferocity and veins.
I found myself living in the hole of an onion and it was too much too handle so I fled.
I licked the tastebuds of another and quickly treaded my way from the ground upwards and tufted my hair out all giggly until I couldn’t stand the smell of the hairspray anymore.
Drugged out coffin coffee drained from the dead man’s death trap after he was dead of course. Gave me lots of energy until it leaked out again and went back into the googoo strainer of an eyeball on Mt. Kill-A-Man-Jar-OH!
Freaks mean nothing when it’s a blast from the past. Nobody expects a monger to become a vermin, it just happens like junk in a mailbox.
Jungle cruising is overrated, it always ends with a big bang of unsatisfation. A big fat U on the conduct report.
P’s and Q’s don’t mean anything to anyone so why are they so QQuintessentially PPopular?
A ruptured heart might be cliché but so is the nose being broken and the ribs cracking and that shit doesn’t happen every day. Therefore not cliché?
I robbed a bloke and I’m not even British. Blimey! Am I Australian? (Capitals at the beginning of every word in the venison middle sentence of this stanza.)
preOCCUPATION: Mania.
Thoughts roll on through as much as nothingness rolls on through, it’s pretty easy to get trapped in this conundrum drum drum of a humdrum doldrum dumb-dumb.
Beats are never Beatnik, so don’t fucking snap at me like that.
I’ve heard of snaps. I think they’s like a Grande at Starbucks? Or one beer from a 12-pack so to speak.
One day I’ll be one of those ladies that walks along the island of a main boulevard with only one sock on and some frizzy hair, flipping off cars and walking in front of buses to warn the public of apocalypse.
BA-BAM!
I’ll quit the burn. Burning sounds. The sizzling of bacon. Ssssssssssssssss…PHHHHHHRRRRRRR…
Brains on rye.
~EDA
Sun Apr 29, 2012 11:01 am
EverydayAngelKarie
Joined: 07 Mar 2007
Posts: 761
Location: Lakewood, CA
Sometimes we've got to let it all go.
Sun Apr 29, 2012 11:03 am
EverydayAngelKarie
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Location: Lakewood, CA
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