all the songs are talking directly to me,
the songs are seem to be filed with grief
but all the songs are different.
I,I,I,I,I,
u,u,u,u
how did the giving tree give only itself to those want everything but
but when I said those words I wish they weren't true for all the bad reasons
what is this i say when i lay by you? what did you say back and what did you
say to my joke?
confusion in confusing the facts
maybe i should do this
this I should do, but no.
No one would know where that all was
all eye Allah Moses seraphine Boticelli artwork paintings, two headed dogs with collars of apples and cinnamin sticks that keeps sleeping on my bed leaving amazing amounts of hair that i cannot clean up because of their tendency to stick to only things of mine that i should want to stay clean, it's a losing battle for me until i erase the dog with turbentine and eat of the apples and dance around with my gun that shoots stars out of the sky like pixie fairies in new age old time self help book corner stores that haven't been invented, since the physics haven't been invented since the time hasn't come where cows will not just say moo but also say cluck, and the chicken will fly, but only in the state of alabama, to the island of bermuda to lay their eggs and die since the cannot fly so they will die, amongs the pink sand and tropical trees and nothing but water for a thousand miles in every direction except down and up to the clouds where transatlantic follows of Buddha fly to cities with Big Ben's and Effel Towers and great marble like collesiums made of ordinary asphalt, more widley known as concrete, mostly used now for the bottom of buildings so as the building can be erected high high high into the clouds and tip over people and animals that jump too far for god to see and realize that the clouds are just little smudges and mistakes of people that I have never met but made love to like little sybles that laugh and drink of the whine and razzberries are growing out of sewer drains which i lose my baseballs through and look down and wonder where they go so we follow them until they go where they go and we climb in and think there are monsters all over the sewers and we scream and laugh and live with the ideas in our heads that we are monsters going through sewer pipes and into or out of our homes and we go and play on the docks of my hometown where i'll later drink of bad beer and piss and skate the entire rest of the night backwards cause that's how we all are anyways until we look with a slight tilt of our heads and interest in our eyes and everything will be fine except everything will be fine, but people will be mighty funny walking around and I saying "look at all these people, they must be thinking of intelligent life on outer space and how good cherry pies are; even in those greasy snack kinds they have $1.00 for six but they taste so good and someone just called me and i'm calling them and they don't know why but she called at the same clock as the alamrm clock on my desk that's two hours off and I don't know why and that looks suspicious, like dolphines that coast by veasles at sea for no other reason than fun and that's what we all should do, less the boat since we need no guide to where we go, we know better than any damn ship made by the hands of mortals and spit upon by the mouths of god's spitting image and we all look and see that we are only ten fingers and ten toes that are the farthest away from anything else, that have the same digits but have drastically different jobs unless you know (like me) how to walk on your hands and spin around on your hands and show up ballarena gymnastic dancers that should know how to do my hand walking but instead work on various fancy turns that look good to an audience that doesn't know the other side and they are too far away to care or understand but clap when appropriate and leave me with forty dollars without since I got the expensive seats to get as close as I can, but that is apparently, not as close as it should be cause i can't see what I'm seeing as what is saying to me nothing but little ends of stories that I should know since I've read the book and seen the movie and played the video game, but I never said hello tp the original author who is behind a black wall thousands of miles high and a hundred thick and busy schedules and people to feed and fuck and clothe - but all I want to do is say hello them, tell them things about their stories that i really like - like really, I don't think they never heard of all this before which makes this space of no wall so much higher and so much deeper like chocolate easter egg baskets in april, which was also your birthday when you still had those two and you knew nothing of hate and lies and of secrets of your family, but you wanted to play with your toy cars and start fights with your best friends and eat lots of grasshopper cookies until you got fat and languid and you played the video game and watched the video but reading a book sounded as skrewy as trying to make a chicken fly to alaska where fish go to spawn and die cause they cannot swim back like other fish that swim much better or don't think of swimming upstream or outside of swimming pools at all but in the safety of blown up teddy bars with rocks in their stuffing or just rocks, no stuffing and this really was to hurt anyone who wanted to squeeze so you don't squeeze but the rocks are very hansome when they're rocks in a stuffed animal like the one on my mind as i think of nothing but parts of my mind that fire and trigger and misfire like all the mistakes i've made in soccer practice and the way i never was able to score that goal until the last game but what was the point, there was no point to this all when the ball is deflated and I have a bruised knee and can't be in track and field cause my coach needs heart surgery from taking too much drugs and butter and spilling out so much shit in his english that he will get kicked out of the school even while well within is tenure but age only makes us travel slower and with less control; like 16 month old paternal nieces that look almost the same now but they won't be able to date the same guy at one time like that episode i watched of my life if i was a paternal twin dating what I think is Alysyn but us really Amanda when we go got hot fudge sundaes with so many strawberries on them to bec alled strawberry sundaes with hot fudge but they said they didn't have enough room on their menu for that so they make due with what they but it would only take a little bit of work to make it fireworks that are frozen and have chocolate chips in every conceivable flavors, not just chocolate chips but chips of hope and value and these will be mixed in like chocolate chips but more like marijuana; the cake won't taste as good but it'll be good in a few hours if the happy man across the street would say hello to me one more time, I have his number and he's having trouble with his computer but I need to see what there is when I crack the china vase that holds nothing but something ha!
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