aorta gitton upf thurr

mm hmm oh that's great
suckle more pitas
suckle as much as it permits
oh and yes I am fond of quite yes fond of that
m yes you should mm I know how that is
hmm I wonder oh yes is yes that's good
yeah I am oh sorry meant to say yes
oh revamping is a must oh yes it is oh yes it is
goodness yes it shall would be must yes oh great

GAVE ME A CHANCE TO REFEEL SOCIERTY
GURVE ME A GOOD GOLLY DONE GOOD GANDER ATT'ER
DONE DURLVED INTO DEM DIRTY POORZ WIF FRESH'NIN PRODUCT
PURT HER ON A REEL PERT PERK FOR 'PEARANCES

mentalrectal

OH BOY
COMPOPOONDS
BULBOUS BUMBLING BASTARDS ROLLING ON LARDLACED WHEELS
OVER GREEN EARTHLUMPS WITH TIRE TRACK SCARS
THE AIR REEKIN' OF YESTERYEAR'S METEOROLOGY
THE AIR CONVULSING WITH LANGUAGE FROM THE WORLD'S LUNGS

MEANWHILE, A VULVA SHAPED LAKE UNDER THE GROUND INFESTED WITH COOTS
RED EYES ALL LEERING AND SHITTING THE SAME NEUROSIS
OBSERVED FROM A STONY CORNER OF THE INHABITUS
A FROZEN BOY UNABLE TO WRESTLE THE FEAR FROM HIS SLEEP
THE TIDAL THUD SURGING BETWEEN THE EARS
THE TIDAL THUD SURGING BETWEEN THE EARS

boy's etiquette kit

One day, while walking into the dining
hall I'll bypass the trays and civilization-prongs and
go straight for the vats of the gloppiest shit and just grab it
with my hands and carry it back to the table, on the way
there I'll stick my head under the soda fountain and my mouth'll
look like Old Glory with all the fizz and shit overflowing, then back at the table I'll just slam the shit down it'll splatter I'll be like, “what”

turbululence

I had to the had for five
when eight twelve poppin' lads were white
I had to drink twelvingtimes for the foreigner
when I ate twelve, three returned
I re-mused on the subjectivater
when eight minds crinkling in the snow
snowfrun for the fun hypo-gun
twelve of us eight with the flow/

likeness to the fifteenth numbers of seats
I oranged on her came hair
twelve of us were forresting the red faucet
I nine'd the niner and five'd the friendermolester
but no one had to be overt with the recievery
I spat spitters for spitting at myself
when I whited' eighty he spankied the forfirifter
I forfeited most of our gods
I ate twelve of yours
when when thanksed I grindered with the meatgirldance
hatie was fun that worldnight.

Cig Break

In a juicy haze of summer, they
returned again. Sipping their pity-funded brews and
stumbling to the chords for “Don't Stop Believin'.” “We
are the music makers,” they spurted. “No you're not,
you're just a couple of noisy assholes. Now get
the fuck out, you're scaring the customers.” Jasper's fans
were more overweight and twelve years old than usual.
They scattered or loitered less obviously. Billy's brother bummed
a bourbon offa Big Bass. They smoked and talked about
self improvement regimens for the new year. A wheezy laugh
and an fun ol' painful slap on the back, the aggressive friendship
of a fuckup. “But hypocrisy is a survival skill, actually!” I reckoned.

Alpha Mailman

Todd's great. At Chile's
last night, Todd and his girlfriend Sarah -
she's great too – filter fed compliments. He ejaculated
wit on the waitress. He dropped anvils on us. We snickered like
we were comfortable. He grabbed more handfuls of
the conversation and put some more margaritas in him.
Later, I thanked him for the evening. He swerved off the road
and made it a great story. He intimidated his boss
and made it a great story. Tomorrow he's going to
take his mom out to Waffle House for breakfast. He's
going to sit with her at the best booth and give the
stink eye to those suspicious Mexicans at the bar.

Agxshley

Vegan godess is a veguss

I want to throw her Whole Foods shopping cart to the ground
and make love to the hummus. I know she'll
eat it off disdainfully.
I get off on the thought of her trying to rationalize it.
DON'T WASTE FOOD
THE AVERAGE AMERICAN WASTES A POUND OF FOOD A DAY
I throw dead cows into the dumpster
It's starting
I go to the nearest Jimbo's, buy all the pasta I can carry, and
dump it all into the hot springs
Nature's orifice froths culinarily
I dump tomatoes in and whatever else is red and familiar enough in
I bathe in it until the smell gets to be an acquaintance

She would approve
I hotwire her lie lifestyle.
I defuse her reluctance
she cries because I am successful at it
But she cries her tears into a brita filter
Later I'll lick the salt off.
Later I'll fill her sustainable living room with lard froth and hamburger dolls

Grow right or don't grow at all.
Do you ever partake in survival sentiment?
I want to vomit like a real living mammal.
I want to burn her tofu effigies.