Tuesday, June 14, 2016

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there are- there are two of me, accordingly- are you the
frivolous young girl i did not grow up to be?
are you the frivolous young girl
i did not grow up to beeeeeee?

(did you not sabotage your chances
at even getting a sliver of a chance
at winning
any spelling bee?) no i just say my school didn't do that kind of thing.

is it the carrion that is tormented by the blinding of the teeth of the animal
or do the animal's teeth
clean the carrion as such is the animal's touch?

oh, you say they were of the same species? does that mean
they were the same kind of meat?

YUP-YUP.

are you the frivolous young girl
i did not
grow up
to beeeeeeee?

(may i have a definition?) PULL YOURSELF FROM THE DECEIT OF DEFINITION.

i am a merman named frankenstein's dream body
god am i sexy
stranded on a shore
among shattered shells, bottle caps, smoothed glass. the gulls are ready
to pick me apart- the horseflies

already pick me apart- in their book[s], already am i deaded.

i am a jellyfish. ploppy-ploppy-plop.
all's i've got to offer is electric jangle pop.

my job was lost, as were
my marriage to my wife, my marriage to my children, my marriage
to the church and to the state and to myself because
all together i felt like an earthquake

and natural disasters around the globe happening like how them hot cakes get sold
just didn't matter
because i was in the eye of my own hurricane

and boy did it suck. my noose loosened.

are you the frivolous young girl with whom i grew up, not
happening to be? (are we going steady NO GROSS) is this
an entropy?

no, my little LONG LOST lisa frank sticker, this is
the process of a slow death
in a hostile environment. USE THE PATIENT'S BATHROOM!
but you've got a urinal and TP i fear not and everything. UNDER GOD
THERE'S ONE RULE AND YOU AIN'T FOLLOWIN' IT!
USE
THE
PATIENT'S BATHROOM!

NO THIS AIN'T NO JIM CROW LAW
NO YEAH IT IS JUST UNSPOKEN.....
....'TIL NOW
I SPEAK THE RIGHTS OF THEM PERSECUTED- ME
I SPEAK NOT THE RIGHTS OF THEM PERSECUTED IF PERSECUTED WAS NOT- ME

YOU ARE NOT A HUMAN ANIMAL YOU ARE A PATIENT ANIMAL!
ANIMAL ANIMAL!
I WATCH YOU SHIT! GO TO THE BATHROOM
WHERE STDS OCCUPY THE TOILET SEAT!

i did not know how to live so i wandered the shore of the grungy sea
i am the infant birds plopped on the sidewalk
in what one might consider heat insulting to the process of life
and the process of personal experience.

I WANT DISEASE SO I GET TO HAVE SOMETHING TO SPEAK UP ABOUT!
you already got disease, the worst kind in my book. you got ignorance.
19.99 FOR DISEASE CALL NOW GET TWO DISEASE FOR THE PRICE OF ONE DISEASE TWENTY MINUS TWO PENNIES

(oh look. here comes ol' frankenstein, that lurch.
he looks like he's in
somebody elses home. he's tryin' to make himself out to be
ol' poseidon. look at him. he is patient
while discovering analyses in his field
which is

NOT USING THE PATIENT'S BATHROOM!

just pretend you don't see him
)

oh, look. that furry angel, the perfect body of frankenstein- who is a monster with mental retardation problems- appears in the distance with the sun rising behind him. lurching forward, he is to say later he felt sick. divorced from his sense of individuality, compressed into a makeshift identity, a role, a nine to five job, a marriage, a batch of children, the perfect body of frankenstein both monsters

lose it all therefore they bare it all because they've fucked up and finally feel remorse over it.
he didn't want it all at all but upon losing it all at once he didn't know shit
and knowledge
is everything.

his thoughts obsessed over these past lives, those of what he once had rather than what he once lived, and were to continue to as he identified them as pain not taken away. everything is an action of retrieving and unfortunately losing objects of possessions- green grass that go round and round and round and the green grass go all 'round.

when the bitch he'd been sleepin' with- his mistress- gave him crabs...well, chinaski just couldn't help but in a fit of rage believe it. "look what YOU did TO ME"
then, when he was homeless well he goddamned just couldn't believe it.
next, when he was kidnapped by the beach nothing helped.
supra-conclusively, he knew- but he believed he did not know anything, and that the sense of nothingness being was not worth living for or through.
in the end is where we are now, in the age of decomposing and slow foul sensory deprivation, behind an apparent series of several heat waves. there's the monster, the perfect body of frankenstein! he's slouching, lurching across the beach. his body language is expressing either drunkenness or closeness to death. he just killed a little girl, his only chance of having a friend, because he drowned her as he thought she was just like the flowers they were tossing unto the beach- she would not come back to life because he was

INTELLECTUALLY DEPRIVED
INTELLECTUALLY STUNTED
INTELLECTUALLY DISABLED OR SOME SHIT
PLAIN OLD FUCKING RETARDED.

all recognized desires are founded on a perceived imitation of perfection, the symbol of overcompensation, which frankenstein's father also his dissociated self meditated on when putting frankenstein the monster together.
frankenstein the monster now felt dread through all atmospheres encountered. he murdered a bitch. frankenstein felt a frightening, alien confusion. nobody was fixin' this. the confusion was slashed apart and mashed up at once. the confusion was together.
frankenstein was exhausted upon his process of furthering from integration.

AUM NAMAH SHIVAYA I KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT EXOTIC RELIGION BITCH
AUM NAMAH SHIVAYA I LOOK AT MY TREE I SEE MANY LIMBS LIKE KALIMA THE BITCH, BITCH
AUM NAMAH SHIVAYA MY MIND CAN'T TRICK ME INTO BELIEVIN' JUST ANYTHING BITCH
AUM NAMAH SHIVAYA YOU GOT A DICK ON YOUR HEAD, YOU BITCH
YOU AND YA DICK COME ON AND GET ME, YOU BITCH
I KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT YOU, YOU BITCH
HOLD ME DOWN, YOU BITCH

TELL ME WHAT'S NEXT IN THE NARRATIVE OF KARMA
MORE KARMA?
WELL SLAP MY AUNT SALLY'S ASS, AIN'T I SURPRISED. (NOT!)

frankenstein was going to have to learn to live with scarification around his neck and vertically up his arms and torso and legs and horizontally too and everywhere he could reach this is what he did to himself right before he turned to the beach

if you die, you get a headache first. this is
the biological attachment to life. "please allow me to force you to stay. the weather is nice, you're just an idiot".
the sun is inherently attached to the human being, the scent
is the only knowledge it holds
and wants to hold.
my face is serene. it smiles in spite of itself, unmanifested and absolute.

i came across you, noticing my identity was not
at one with those of your own. my confusion
overwhelmed me. i am retarded and i like the beach, bitch.

i took pictures of myself expression confusion, passing
it to you. you sent pictures of yourself expressing perplexity.
my giving you my confusion
left us both dead. i was of psychiatric illness, whatever that generalized shit is, you bitch.

it doesn't excuse shit but it explains everything.

if things were to hold me closely, would one think it oddly if i were to no longer want them around?
why is it you silence me
for my silencing of others? why is it

we seek justice to no avail? is it not a compliment? i beg you to understand that i do not
understand.

frankenstein went on.
frankenstein went on to say to me that we had to leave our weary, unpleasing dreams. i told him we would get sick! i told him
i like things the way they are- i am fascinated by and dedicated to protecting his innocence i see
refusing to see all else.
i asked him why run, when everything was swell?
to which he laughed replying such fun does not last long
we must run from the law for our misunderstandings
acted on.
i will be sawed upside down, for
it isn't the fucking i was ever into, i was just a grab-bag
of repetitive fucking sounds
faking "it".

saw
me and go ahead, do that to
me upside-down. i guess i must've been thinking about my father

when i saw your scars shyly peeking out from behind
tattoos for kids going through phases
skulls with snakes and dices
something about how music is absolute
i must've been reminded of my father with whom a relationship

was estranged.