Twit

A long white hall with a small slug at the end, walk to it, pick it
up, eat it. Drink the vodka. Kentucky blue grassvon your feet and the
smell of cotton candy while you're chewing on blotter. She says it's
ready so you have to go. It is some kind of secret birthday bash. I've
heard greensleeves twenty six times today. Lying-Smiling all day like
I've perfected it, like it's ducking breathing. Two shots about some
fake ass motherfuxker wither and die in your deisel jeans and euro
shoes George michael ass morherfucker. I don't even taste anymore. I
just smell. I almost don't need sight at this point. Hyper-human
evolution. Sticking your nose in the air is supposed to rid you of
that sense they say. Conceptions like the animals that still sniff
around on the ground to learn aboutvthe world. My nose is stuck so far
up in the motherfuxkin air it's in another galaxy. and she just
parties. No panties. And chubby is a form of gene still sought after
by many cultures and your lips are all ducked taped. Only 23 nails fit
In his right eye but somehow I manages to fit 26 in his left eye.
Scream like silver on fire. Chlorephyl on open wounds. My chest opened
up and new York city's got dibs on whatever shit they can pull outta
me. and trust me, I'm full of shit. Laid out on the black and white
tile in the long white hallway looking upvat flourecent lights picking
little crawling pieces of rice out from the insides of my knee. I
can't spit enough ok her face. I can't call out cause I need the
money. All the trees in the world could not produce enough paper for
the love letter I wish I could write you. His skin is an airfilter.
His socks are mops. He's planted in soil rich in embalming fluid. she
cut off a chunk of me sent it in to orbit, and I have to pay for the
airspace. Cold stones ant tadpoles filth crunching liberation. Blood
runs like honey on blonde hair.

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Eselistosiam & Pre-Asauntiship

Toothpaste blue green and honey brown leather wrapped in a scarlet
ribbon. Her hair was knotted and sticky like it had been raining honey
all day. She had teeth like a horse and used them on bitter chocolate.
The smell of amber came from the glove box. Red and pink paisley
patterns. Carpet. Old dirt stained Berber carpet. You would have
thought they'd never seen a blunt before, or a meth pipe for that
matter. It had to have been over 50 feet of grey electrical cord going
thru all the butter flavored popcorn. I couldn't get the smell of
garlic off my hands for a week. Two weeks later I could smell it
coming off my chest while she had her half eaten nails in my thigh.

I had to stop and have a drink at this real dark place I used to
frequent when I came off that stuff. Mainly drinking mccallan and
writing in a moleskin. DXM on blue plastic. Etch on the bathroom
mirror. Pins and needles and little banzai plants. Love songs in the
winter. She kept all her old toothbrushes in a shoe box labeled
"Samuel". I think Samuel was the seacow. The type that would refuse to
wash face at night. A booger collection under the seat. Rusted out
barbed wire and dust that blew around like snow flurries. The bitch
had custom Ray-Bans. And spearmint gum in her purse. I had rocks in my
socks. And a smashed finger with a nail that was turning black. I
couldn't find the toothpick I had in my mouth all day so I pulled the
old parking ticket from under the windshield wiper and ran my fingers
around the handle. I met up with the russian standard and put it up
the wall, down the hall way out of reach. Put the key under the mat of
my exs. Cut my hair off with a razor and clipped the beeper around
denim belt loop. Lots and lots of burned rubber tires and something
like beagles records. We kept warm until the sun came up and I wishes
that her teeth were my teeth.

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Mad Hatter Disease

Secret ingredients in spray paint causing a something like mad hatter
disease. Anyone who has picked up a can already contaminated. Self
diagnosis is futile. Lost and forever gone these poor minds twisted
trudging on not ever knowing. Even those within close proximity to
cans in use may have already been infected. The infected are showing
signs of mutated hyper-evolution. Many minds tapping into realities
decades ahead of quantum physics. Some displaying out of this world
abilty to read minds , see into the future, see alternate existing
realities. Initial genes determining the outcome of the mutation, more
analysis must be completed before advanced synthesis and more direct
forms of mind manipulation can occur. Scientists already concentrating
doses to perfect the ultimate weapon for military uses. Of course...

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Return to Solace and the Aftermath of Unimaginable Cycle-ops Confusion

Return to solace and the aftermath of the unimaginable cycle-ops
confusion. A salamander party and a witches brew contact rolling ball
bearings on the 6 train. I find what the kids have done to Terry
Richardsons photos in the broadway lafeyette station to be more
amusing then the deck of cards someone scattered about in that same
area. I can't get the image of hot coffee being thrown at Terry
Richardson, with his face all "oh shit!".You never see his face like
that in those photos, he always looks like a pig eating shit. Rolled
with Dice for like 10 blocks. Cigarettes can't advertise, their
grafitti mindset amazes me at how they can really stay on top and keep
pushin, hookin little kids better then ever and making that moneyl. Ny
pushes pack prices up to like eleven bucks and me you and millions of
people just complain and forget about it because they've got it locked
down like a drug dealer on a Saturday night. They know we ain't got
nobody else to call and gotta get that fix. The government promotes
Internet movment and even governs "how to make crack" videos cause
they are knee deep in that game and need to keep business moving. ESP
and the willy nilly assumptions live from a cesspool you created and
the more you eat the deeper you get. A big pink bubble floats thru the
muck-grey sky and you can see your monitary desires faintly inside. If
you put that bubble in a plastic bag it just might become a sticky
mess you wouldn't bother going home with. If you huff and puff enough,
it just blows right away. I hate messing up a handshake.

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Salutation Evacuation

Nicotine polacrilex makes me dizzy when combined with sushi and world
jazz. Looking for more silver to support my occult nessicities with
the dark side. A fat lady slipping on her own lyposuction loose skin.
Bacon flavored bubble gum is the only way I've found to blow bacon
bubbles. Putting on a little hair from the dog and trimming back mine
for spring. Glueing skin back together with Dermabond. Alife is
looking for interns. A v- neck tee that is way to big for you will
give you that extra "oomph" you need to really upgrade your chest
presentation. Salutations.

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