Some Painful Nonsense, that just won't stop

Wind Blows

Universe Uphill Design

This is Christmas Time, Preparations

Tempestuous

That's all folks

Scourge

close-up of the following

Red Eel

Map of Time Absolving (These Current Suroundings)

Luck? Or just swinging by?

I Scam

Doodlings Fiesta Ball

Death Goat

The Bamboo Smokestacks Light the Tender SKY

Backside Hand, to you

Babysitting

Are

Apparitions Between These Abstractions and Lines

Drawing Blind in 6th grade

2., 1. and O.L.P.H. massive

untitled 2(twice on poorpose) cont'd, aye aye inscense burner, civilization, and "it is what you think, of course, and indeed"...

untitled 2(twice on poorpose), backside of shell

nonsense is all I have, meaning no sense : downtown, untitled(on purpose), shell

the house in the middle of the street, really

tropical sized bush meat
here and here, up there, up there
tropical wild hairy moss before a cave
swimming into coral reefs
it's the lost and found
coming together in a foreign land
piece by piece, aggravating every cell
life is now the collective dull
training shoes lift the blues in the dank Motel 6
try everybody
you'll like it
surrounded by a sea of despair and dissappointment to never disappear,
at least in your lifetime, they all like to think
on this island where truth mets no hope and cattle are non-existent
people have learned to think like this, they were always thinking about
somthing relevant during their whole lives
they had noticed the trees and the the earth below their feet their entire lives
they would always, without relent, sratch at the earth for the days in their lives
these were and are lives that know truth and some know what to do, while others, I'm sure,
don't
were are the others with these truths?
why me?
why am I here?
I can't feel myself.
I can't feel myself.
I tried.
I did. I tried my best.
It's just too hard. I'm so alone.
I am almost going to try stretching out to hit the very next anything I can
loose my already lost mind to
always jumping, never floating
trains go by, but without a sound, while every house nearby lit on and off
persistently so
static snakes around all things in the universe,
it drowns everything out
charades run throughout the humble artist's town
rush past the cruel neighbor's house
trying to hide their eyes while they think about their pride
home in the middle of the block is just home
I don't recall whether I hated it or not at some or all points of life there
I wish now that I could go back though
many people have hobbies and so does she
she would always make deranged pictures with elves, gremlins, and other
made-up creatures
she would shows these drafts of hers to her various gym teachers
most of them encouraged her to keep drawing, no matter what
so she did, but she always keeps losing it and replacing her time with
harsher things


front title?

slip easy
try to breeze me
breeze is already here, simple and complete
not hard or fast
bits of weed conducting inside of me
how strange this pleasure is
although not the filler for life
neither one
what was it then?
or what is it then?
alway with the questions, but most flutter in your mind
few reach the surface to breathe
true, it is impossible for all of them to survive
but there is a dark notch in the slowly decaying tree in the unknown, strange field
over there
the notch grows darker as the sky grows faster
and darker

animal musings

alligators

aliigators designed to control your brain
much better than that brain drain nonsense going on and on
here we stand in this valley of satin black robes draping the sandy dunes
she tries so hard, yet she can't quit
pondering on life's insecurities
devour the youth before they eat us all
of course, it goes "step one" and
THEN: "STEP TWO"!
looks like it makes dinosaur dung
attractive though it is, it has a soul and a tremendous beating heart
try it, even though your heart has sunk through that beating floor
to scare some more
the excitment rages on deep into the filing night
in and in and in and in


cougars

barfing silly hides of black
into the lagoon, depths below the young twit of a squrriel
dropping his nuts
like fool
the other is eyeing him and the other other until
their eyes met and they both react as they have for some time now
lunges towards the tiny brain
the other protects the only thing it cares about
his nuts that have, now it notices, been swallowed by the depths of the stangely struactured
lagoon
dive goes beast after beast

blue macaw

tenderized bits fall to the forest floor
but it is a rare occasion
nobody looks for long enough
flying from one part of the forest canopy to another
flying is an enjoyable past time for this bird of flight
everything was once so far away
some people still believe it's true
pretty little birds
sold for a pretty penny at the super-market
hit the dealer and he'll sent that pretty little bird to you
fo free
the only way for a bird to be
sittin' pretty


lonesome dogs

right paw lifts higher than the rest of those dirty feet
rough all around the edges and eyes
perplexed is for the lucky ones, lost is for the others
diseased without diseases
it's okay, people are always getting bored of things
there's always something more new and cruel
yay

cockroaches

crunch they munch on that checked kitchen floor
the chef is very angry
he threw the only wooden spoon
and long after that cursed the bella moon
he tossed and turned, with only one thing really on his mind
burning the pests that had invaded all around him
first he took his grandfather's shotgun off the scarce wall
pumped a couple of shots into his sleeping wife who
he knows is just after his fortune and sells herself to all other takers,
given that they give her what she wants,
making it all the more disgusting,
and even more discusting, with their ever-so-curious twin sons,
peter and paul,
they were there before it all,
luckily enough; they were being watched by the neighbor
mr. chef killing spree goes off to greet his lovely neighbor who is so
kind to his slowly decaying family
couple rings of the doorbell, give her a kiss and then a few licks
leaving her merely tatter and beautifully scarred.
here come his little boys after hearing some commotion downstairs
"Daddy" they both cry at the same time
and their father gives in, and states to the police that his wife was jealously
enraged by his fling with the next-door neighbor(whom he loves so much),
therefore she tried to kill him, so he had to kill her
the neighbor kept her mouth shut, so along as she had a stack between her recently scarred
legs
the cockroaches survived, so long as the health inspector was given a nice little stack
to put in between his legs

wart'hogs

warthog fluffing in the under garden
beyond what that one's only good, visible eye that one can see
hoorays to all the have boarded this ship
for with this ship that bring glory to the best,
we live and doing so, we really learn
snorts fill the horizon
red yet black
trees turn themselves off to pretend to disappear
then do so once the tradition is completed

hippopatamus

hippopatamuses flying through the silver streak
they tend to live in trees
bottoms of the river beds;
to snatch peoples' feet
nobody tries to be tasty
really tasty
like a nice veal
or a nice lion's den
or perhaps a dolphin
sold as a shark
in that strange asian supper-mart in the center of hong kong
go as you please
for these are the hippos quarterlies