too much animosity and opinions in hyperspace...
legit thoughts are so easy to fuck and diss.
uncontrolled idiocy.
i dedicate this to nay sayers:
suck me and my giant buddha.

time to understand and forgive.
tip me to the right.

rainy days and influenza. beautiful drops of moist. i squeeze the so-called testis of me, and the juices of celebs automatically smile for the benefit of pop culture. of three, of unrivaled sanity.
a final awakening or a last sleep, these medications perform for your dancing hips. shaky. wrecky.
ten thousand several doors that invite your mind. my subtle winds, tethered neck and broken seams fall behind. in compositions dim and true. the beauty of vanity screw.

i thought drinking hard liquor without ice was saving me from the blasted hung overs...
i thought my opinions were exceptional...
i thought i had a 7 inch...
monitor
fuzz distortion sunshine phaser faced dreamy toast.
vanilla i love the most.

i have...
edible mouth,
leaves for hair.
an inclement...
reasons for distractions,
the release for the empty.
weightless i am-tempestous
in the arms of the endless.
they tire me...
escaping the bitter and the frenzied,
unbended knees, clawing for ground
i've lost the black and the white.
appropriated gloaming.
put me away...
i'm easy.
rhyme is
all is,
axis.

an island to seek.
assault!
the evening of tears.

Beetle'sJuice

inom. boteng hinog sa kaluluwa mo. naiwang bukas at unti-unting naglalaho. multong malamig sa likod ko. ulan at baha sa daanang madilim. papunta sa palengke ng lumang bituin. lunok, tagay sa ilaw ng lasing... ayaw patumba sa hawak na patalim. kapit ng mahigpit. sa leeg na nangangailangan ng gupit. ikaw ba'y kasama ko sa pag-uwi? bakit hindi?

drink. these spirits remind me of you, naked. i unzip my clothing whenever you run away. a ghost whispers stupid humor. the rain floods my thinking to the size of my ailing prostate. the market sells butchered animals. swallow the sun and its secrets worth of children... i won't fall for your sake. hold the butter knife, hand me your toast. the turtle wants a haircut. will you endure me? why not?

blanko.

these painted nails are in need of a desperate gloss...
the speed of darkness is...
the recorded sound breaks...
staring at textures...
wondering why i said...
alternate alcohol with...

why not?