I Just Read Your Mind, Now I Regret It...

We're all together in this dream,
                              we just wake up at different times.

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Bouncing Betty...

My whole miniscule life is imagined.

Hubble Telescope image, hubble website

Welcome To The Funhouse...

Michigan middle class trailer park

Son of a teacher man

The lakes cradled young rebellion

Waiting to happen

'Most likely to succeed'
Early from the womb

Well to do student
Friendly chameleon conservative
Buying records in Ann Arbour

You can look but you can't touch

Minor bubble-gum heiress
Father says loser
Just a young cruiser
The moment says Prime Mover

Chicago shuffle, blues drumming

With knives and glasses of urine

Happy wood 6 strings in E

LSD persian carpets and marijuana

Long haired esoteric metaphysics
Lounging, lounging, LOUDEST
Lizard in the making

A lounge full of danger

The flowers are no longer here

Raw power is the new stranger

In a world fashioning fear
In a nation resorting to heroin
And alcohol
A violent cheer, YEAH!

Pop goes the iguana

Masochistic Adonis

Greyhound contortionist

Dipped in liquid silver

A punk rock demon bleeding

Speedballing needle riding

Nonconformist

This is stooge music

Fuck and fight with every ounce of energy
Chaos is the new beauty

Determined to live fast and die rotten, dancing

Teetering on the brink of insanity
Out of sheer boredom
Just to see what it felt like
Rolling around on glass like a cat in heat
Leopard messiah prophet of destruction
Thrust lunch, profanity and erotic exposure
Crowd launching stage diving
They really got their hooks in me

Father>Farther/Further...

Kings- 1st & 2nd Dynasty

Hydrodynamical Botanical...

Welcome to the park where I took my lover down to the river, to talk about the Romans, sex, Edgar Cayce and Ginsberg. Discarded cigarettes from last summer drained from gutters to the healthy fishes water. Her head eclipsed the sun but everything was still vibrant in my peripheral vision. We couldn't slow dance to horns and buses so we slept with maple and acacia curvaceous, on the greener grass of the other side. George of the jungle was there with a gin gal called Jill who was also a gull, who owned a puppy Jin-Jin and had a brother that could sing. A bicycle with tyres made of stone cracked the pavement all the way home, and the child's church bell on the handle bars woke us with Cairo syndrome. We rode the backs of ants through a fabric landscape, soft like foam faconné and open like bell sleeves. The double arch of the bridge made a 'W' upside down, or a double 'U' together like conjoined twins. Shimmering on the river, a likeness of itself, now not lonely with another, and reflecting like owls eyes, on your forearm. The ducks were caged by the city. A playground within a playground. Mother nature opened her game legs and gave birth to the sunset, then it rained the dregs. We ran for cover from tall boy thunder and hid under a homeless man in a blunder. We stole his blender and decided to dance for the Sioux nation. We danced for our tribe of 2. We cursed the city with it's mindless cog-like motion, it's illustrious mechanical polluting graffiti ridden commotion. As the tears from nature's labour withdrew, the clouds slowly uninvited themselves, and a final glimpse of the sun peaked back through. We galloped on our pegs like they were springs instead of legs, I held your hand because you nearly flew, we were joyous through and through. Row boats rowed against the current, with blonde muscular women that had arms like torrents. There was a bamboo forest thicker than woven wicker, that was hard to see through. We cut ourselves a doorway, we had walls of vertical green tubes, a ceiling of leaves, and a floor of litter. We could see out but from the outer you couldn't see the inner, and at that moment the whole world became a little thinner. We stayed a little longer past dinner, then my lover..she disappeared.

Beadurūn...

Thinking of the blues

I'm mad in my house
Yeah you know, you know I'm mad
In my own house
In my bone house
I'm mad,,
That we get old, waiting to be put down by God
At the sharp whiteness of fluorescent lights
At your compulsory
At day-time and prime-time T.V
At your brand
At your second face silhouette
That you giveth, then you taketh away
That my friends don't read books
That we don't protest like we used to
That we give up
That Burma can't get it up without a gun
That we don't think and love before we speak and act
At the vulnerable whoring themselves
At Hitler
At my Father
That I wanted pizza
That I can't smoke in the house
At being unemployed
That no one can seem to share silence with me when I have nothing to say
That the rain has stopped so now my grass is dying
That I'm awkward when I never used to be
At being celibate for no reason
At science for answering everything
At surplus grain being dumped into the ocean
That there's no law to make every citizen of a country donate $1 yearly to send the subsequent amount to a poor country
At the assassination of Gandhi and John Lennon
At unoriginality
At excessive logging in the tropics and the Amazon
At my friends that think DJing is a musical talent
That I hate flying
At the Inquisition
At fanaticism
That you wanted my money
At being pushed
That I've never seen Iggy Pop
That the Police never rang me back
At IBS
That you never turn up
That not alot of people write letters anymore
That the trunk of my car leaks

Eye-a-em-em-a-d

Ingredients For A Human Being...

The less I have, the more human it makes me.


The ingredients for a human being-
Enough fat for several cakes of soap
Enough lime to whitewash a small shed
The carbon equivalent of a 13kg bag of coke
Enough phosphorus to make 2200 matches
The amount of iron found in a 25mm nail
A spoonful of sulphur
30g various metals- apart from iron