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Anger bang, what a shame. Here we groan again, and whistle wolves to the shed in the snowstorm, where they attacked us, and the cactus attacked us, and we had pupils the size of the harvest moon, singing about a day of the week gone to some southern state. And ill for sure feel you in the laughs sometime soon and ill for sure get blue when we sleep all day. And fuck i wasnt gonna cry but holy shit did i ever, and it dont feel a lick better. Sex wont help, only mistress morphine with her sweet smile and hillbilly cousin contin will guffaw in my face for a price. Do you make sense, do i make sense? change for a spare tire, tires for a spare child, and diapers for geriatrics in yer back room.
with the wind, gang.
See ya soon. AM. RIP.
So another down and im ready to go. are you? Spend all that money and get back on the point. We partied hard at smash mouths recording studio and damn that was some shitty blow, and i woke up burning eyes and wailing for the fix. Drove swiftly from san jose back into the peninsula and bought some special blue friends and right there in the van got down and that frown went upside down. So ill wet my whistle and ride off, the notches in my belts dont mean a thing, and Abilene is where i pull in and screech horse legs and im suck lips around the opium pipe and pale white wastrel gimme gimme gimme, i miss you kid. Yer gonna miss yer kid. Damn what about devon? hope he makes it alright. Im gonna rush through without looking to hard cause ill throw up from the ache in my brain. Why cant it be ‘76 and sex on the driveway and good tyme conversation by the pool while some flashy thing shows off her new implants, its a new procedure. Boy i miss my old tyme connection, i miss knowing itd be there when i showed up, but i pushed past that and smoked too many cigarettes and threw up my hamburger. And Elvin bishop crooned to me and i drifted to downtown and fooled around and fell in drugs. Smile gang, this is the last picture on the camera, and i might by my common, often accident expose the negatives, negative, who wants positive? So lets fool around some more and ill keep whining and youll keep striving and someday ill be at the bottom and youll be at the top and all ill have is memphis minnie to drive me home. No more teeth, one gold one.
Smile.
Leap into the ear.
Good morning toast. Pop! Smiling at me at i bite off the face in hungry passion. Crumbs clinging to my shitstache. Good morning woman, roll over i wanna do it doggy. back up i wanna prove to you i have good aim. Eat up you needs yer protein and cover the window with that mexican blanket we found tossed over the side of a fence. Maniacal laughter i start the day in the dark and when i smile my teeth glow and i tried to tie off with sausage links. Lets sleep with the flies buzzing around and the honey combs dripping in the dusty pines shining rays of sun through the dark. And pan down to the base of the trees and there we are just funnin’. Singing nursery rhymes and sipping lake water from a champagne glass. I swallowed a fish. Then the male strippers came busting through the background paper and ruined the whole shot.
I joined them and we traveled around the usa looking for party times and perhaps a lovely lady to settle down with, hang up our bow tie and cod piece for good.
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The amorphous mysteries of the sullen morning. The golden gleam of guns in the sunrise when the car sped off and hit the traffic light. After spending hours in the cop shop i was given three steps and then they were upon me. I recoiled and ran for the locked doors and smashed through without a second to spare cause all those boys in blue were doing the hump hustle in groups shredding cloth and badges sparking as they flew into the street.
Half sun and half stars stumbling through the streets now.
broken water main and sprinkler systems roaming.
pearly whites in the knife fight and a dancing duet atop the scoured pits of refuse. And im just wasting away again in…. ville.
Shes spotting today.
Sweating the blues again.. How many times is it now? too many to count thats alright, mama told me not to come cause randy newman had all the blow and was on some rant about l.a. and i was too enthralled with the bitch trying to suck off a bouncer, i was smitten, and i fluttered up, my kitten, and slapped her one good one across the face and told her she was coming home with me. So to the castle we rode! t top a breezin and blowin that slutty hair allover my stupid smiling face. Thats the cheapest perfume i ever smelled…
That dog looked so sad when his boyfriend pulled away it was sickening. Lipstick on my collar and my tie undone im that classic new years eve logo of ‘79 when you could still have sex without dying. When you could lick a vagina without even trying. When you could wipe away a shitstain with the thoughts miles down the highway not yet to be clogged and choking with cancer and high blood pressure. When you could remember to forget with a cigarette and some afternoon delight.
So good riddance to mat rubbish and… dont forget to write?
white handkerchief wave..
first twelve seconds of shes as beautiful as a foot.
Greetings space cadets, its time to sugar the road and relax, unload, put on yer hi fi phones and go on a rocking galaxy quest, damn the ergot aint right just yet. The strings on the model rocket can be seen and the hybrid space suits arent aqueous enough for this watery bowel movement. So come to be blasting off, and twist and shout while no ones home and turn down yer radio at stop signs and traffic lights. California stop. We will jump joyously in bell bottoms and fringe jackets. Nehru jackets white with a pink rose on the lapel. Well, dont you know i love you man, and this brains on the wane so lets all play jims favorite game, go insane, and take the gun from yer brain and let it down plain. Smile broad for broads and salt the sidewalk in the snowy summer. Long lengths of lines gyrating in time to catch howdy doody on the fuzzbox as she thrusts her box at you in panting anticipation, its gets dark and the gizmos of grandpas old stoned room melts into place. The glow in the dark and the blacklights smiling a million years ago when there was still some semblance of future to behold. No past no present, no future. Just rapture, an orgasm in yer mind all the images of nothing gleaming like yer fifth grade smile from the picture on the mantle.
slow train coming.
simple and questioning limited to the face value of the cards shuffled in my face. The wind blew me deepthroat and i stumbled backward into a pile of sandwiches.
“dont want to cheat nobody, dont want to be cheated…”
ten years after.
Convoluted in the sunshine. Well rounded in the bright colors. At the stop sign next to the meth addicts plotting with their life in the bed of their truck. I smiled wood planks for teeth at them and tipped my hat. A factory cloud from their lungs and a wispy beard growing along with the fingernails. Stuck in the bedroom pacing the ghosts waiting for my answer.
I shot up in the ballroom foyer in hollywoodland 1923.
this house is haunted and i want in. This mouth is wanted and its all sins.
carrion driving bmws and serving the sullen families the ripped cloth in broth.
shes gonna love him stoned out their mind all the time.
swan under the stars in the lake, the homeless lazy around the shore singing in unison to the thrusting huffs and puffs of teens drinking and fucking in the oak grove nearby. Their fire bright and crackling crackling jumping through laughing, a car wreck took out two of them a business man getting head from his wife lost control after he spilled the lime he was cutting on the dashboard to go with his shot of tequila. Mid level management. Cobwebs and creaking floorboards i woke up to the piano roll and gulped my laudanum down and punched a whore in the face cause she done smoked my last cigarette and i couldnt cop a nod without them, a bag and fresh papers. Some caribbean tobacco baron, the sky blooming tropical flowers, left me a pile of sugar cane and i sat and waited for the man.
Outside the snowy wood shack the yellow light was weak and i was weak and hungry for no more night and no more trapped in the depths. i was bundled up right and my rags were soaking through. My lantern barely flickering and the holes in my face gave way to wreckage in the eye sockets that reached deep back to ‘49 when i was lavish in my golden warmth of fireplace rooms and brandy by the firelight. But white faced and black eyed now staring into the solemn shack. I see her knitting by a black stove and i shivered. Nervous and hoping shed let me in.
