With you, we are the same. I think
our sun will be named in numbers.
Our second will be named in verbs.
Only verbs, oh dissonance. With you,
points and planes turn into fauna.
Leaves to grid campaigns and pastels.
War is a song I heard four days ago
and accented seconds ax picks against
the universal fabric of time and ohm.
Chaos is emphatic; the way cotton can be known to scream if you squeeze it too tight, but squeeze it hard and harder too and then push your fingernails in and then your finger tips too until your nails touch your palm and wail, ripping your knuckles, left and right, apart as if they were poles charged by fusion and record the window tinsel fall, with wind-age, cooling veins, while your throat glows.
I think our son will be named. Born again is about as silly as. A way to see forward can get. Tricky if you are easily amused.
War is a song I heard four days ago.
Only verbs, oh dissonance. With you.
With you, we are the same, I think.
original works of parts
On Threat of Death (soliloquy from a film)
Would you like to rephrase that question?
I will be thrilled to rephrase it for you.
I will be thrilled to rephrase the rest of you, too.
I will be thrilled if you can find a way to rephrase that question because, if you don't, I will drop your stomach where you stand and watch you fall to the floor and swim through your feelings. They're going to rape you good in hell. Good and long and loud and I'll be sitting up there, next to your stone with a thermos of good chili and a tape recorder and a half smoked cigarette, proving to the world that there is an afterlife and laughing tears.
I don't want to be famous.
Not for proving there is a hell, anyways.
Don't make me famous. Rephrase that question.
I will be thrilled to rephrase it for you.
I will be thrilled to rephrase the rest of you, too.
I will be thrilled if you can find a way to rephrase that question because, if you don't, I will drop your stomach where you stand and watch you fall to the floor and swim through your feelings. They're going to rape you good in hell. Good and long and loud and I'll be sitting up there, next to your stone with a thermos of good chili and a tape recorder and a half smoked cigarette, proving to the world that there is an afterlife and laughing tears.
I don't want to be famous.
Not for proving there is a hell, anyways.
Don't make me famous. Rephrase that question.
Thread 2
You gotdamn runaway.
You gotdamn runaway!
After you,
after you,
nearly lost my sight.
Lost, lost, lost
my mind.
See runaway. Sea
runaways.
You gotdamn runaway.
All of ways.
Run run run run.
Run run run run.
You gotdamn runaway!
After you,
after you,
nearly lost my sight.
Lost, lost, lost
my mind.
See runaway. Sea
runaways.
You gotdamn runaway.
All of ways.
Run run run run.
Run run run run.
Thread
I am not too strung out this time.
This time I will remember your face.
I will remember the exact clock.
Remember the phone ringing back.
The ghosts. I am not strung out
this time.
Taking in a runaway.
Taking in a runaway.
A runaway.
Grinding up pavement.
I have lost my mind.
A dumb clipped runaway.
A deaf ship runaway.
Answer your phone.
Answer your phone.
Answer,
you runaway.
You runaway.
You god damn runaway.
Just a runaway.
Ran away
no
more.
This time I will remember your face.
I will remember the exact clock.
Remember the phone ringing back.
The ghosts. I am not strung out
this time.
Taking in a runaway.
Taking in a runaway.
A runaway.
Grinding up pavement.
I have lost my mind.
A dumb clipped runaway.
A deaf ship runaway.
Answer your phone.
Answer your phone.
Answer,
you runaway.
You runaway.
You god damn runaway.
Just a runaway.
Ran away
no
more.
Chemical Strip Mine
"Are you gripped with a sense of overwhelming euphoria?
Are work lamps shifting on their own?
Is your sense of balance askew?
Can you recite the alphabet backward?
Do your joints ache?
Has your nose been running?
Are your eyes inflamed?
Is there numbness in any of your extremities?
Are you experiencing warming sensations beneath skin?
Do you feel an overwhelming fatigue?
Are you gripped by a feeling of well being and/or nausea?
Vacate the premises immediately.
The vapors have exceeded safe levels.
You are dying.
Vacate the premises immediately."
Are work lamps shifting on their own?
Is your sense of balance askew?
Can you recite the alphabet backward?
Do your joints ache?
Has your nose been running?
Are your eyes inflamed?
Is there numbness in any of your extremities?
Are you experiencing warming sensations beneath skin?
Do you feel an overwhelming fatigue?
Are you gripped by a feeling of well being and/or nausea?
Vacate the premises immediately.
The vapors have exceeded safe levels.
You are dying.
Vacate the premises immediately."
On The Fly Adjustments
Because someone thought
it'd be a great idea,
a good laugh,
to just eat all of the blue paint.
Oh yeah, bud. I didn't forget.
Quite a laugh. Quite a laugh.
You got me. Hah. Hah!
Fuck off. You knew I was going to use it.
Jack ass. Fucking jack ass.
WHAT THE HELL, MAN?
No, it's not fine. I specifically. I fuck.
I fucking specifically told you
to not eat the fucking paint.
This is why we can't have nice things. Fuck.
I needed that! I put it aside for
you know what? I don't care. Good job.
Fuck you.
Keep it moving.
it'd be a great idea,
a good laugh,
to just eat all of the blue paint.
Oh yeah, bud. I didn't forget.
Quite a laugh. Quite a laugh.
You got me. Hah. Hah!
Fuck off. You knew I was going to use it.
Jack ass. Fucking jack ass.
WHAT THE HELL, MAN?
No, it's not fine. I specifically. I fuck.
I fucking specifically told you
to not eat the fucking paint.
This is why we can't have nice things. Fuck.
I needed that! I put it aside for
you know what? I don't care. Good job.
Fuck you.
Keep it moving.
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