Floss ‘till you bleed,
Make sure there’s
Nothing
To make you feel uncomfortable.
.
Root out
All evil,
We’ll purge
Together.
.
Hand in hand,
We can be accepted,
And ignore that smell
Of individuality.
.
With a long enough rope,
I can hang the world.
Laughing all the way,
Ha-ha-ha!
.
Dropping flashlights
In the rain,
Smoking cigarettes
In the ocean:
Watch me do a back-flip
And
Ride my bike with
No hands.
.
Licking the thin ice
And spitting into The Great Divide,
I’ll never wear your
Life-vest,
No matter how long
I sink.
.
Growling at
The elderly,
Barking at
The young,
Sipping poison Kool-Aid
With a twisted grin
And a harmonica
Full of
Nightmares.
.
I once counted the steps to the moon, and it was just one too many.
I scream and I laugh while I’m asleep, and when I wake up in the morning with a bloody throat, I’m never sure which one is the cause. My brain is potted meat, with all of the nastiness, but with twice the regular flavor. On sale now at your local grocer’s. Get it while it lasts!
.
My Chinese tattoo that I always thought spelled “Serenity” actually reads, “Small penis and anger.” I don’t know if it’s irony or just appropriate, but I notice people laughing at me a lot. The next person that asks me if I like bowling, I plan on stabbing with a pen.
.
Snorting religion by the book-full and running with scissors, where does it end? There aren’t any gnomes living in my shoes, but if there were, would I have better stories to tell?
.
One thing I really like is nonsense. Random words spilling out of my brain, and I don’t care if it ever makes sense to another living soul. Nothing left but an empty paper bag that a bum throws down into a gutter filled with piss and old hope. And yet the stars still shine down on us, and the sun still wakes up every morning to see what we’re up to.
It’s a strange world.
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