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We're good characters in an ad movie
Lozenges spit out when the cold is gone
Circle breaking square makers
Ready for reset
Doomed to be on demo mode
Recycling the same features over and over and over and over and over etc

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We're fiendish raven eyed tormentors on ourselves
Wolves broken in lockdown eating dyonicean leftovers
Couples arguing in a wet park after hours
A dog walker our only witness

Drone on set

Almost done with set design for this stop motion project. Probably another week and some more tests and it will be shooting time.

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Hurricane blown I idle on idiot
I odor the reek of illness leavin the body in a hot room
Percussive rumbling of deathstar toilet flushing destroys the interior of my rag rig ego

Get cocked and blow off some caps
It's a crap shoot that decided our destiny
God doesn't play dice he plays d n d behind a dungeon master screen
Saving throw against ravaged cancer bed ridden husk
Skill check for continuance
Fail

Hurricane blown me out in candle fashion
I own the delirium now as surely as a used car owns your checkbook
Grateful to be a forgotten npc

Ransom thoughts 22

Bourgeoisie nightmare scenario number 3:

I break into your country club and establish a pirating website where your turtle pond used to be
I post porno pics of santorum and dick Cheney getting it on with the McDonald's fry cook who wanted to be a doctor
I replace your balls with grenades and wait quietly for something spectacular
On the 15th hole
After an evening of ice pick murder I steal a jaguar and wreck it into an ihop full of virgin matadors.
Somewhere in there I take a shit on your favorite painting by someone dead.

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Firing squad valor replaces the Velcro bravery of heroes
Avoiding greatness the minstrels sing of great purchases rather than great deeds
I don't want to breathe the sticky air of faux brilliance anymore

Coyote Cartographers plot the lay of the Future we are supposed to live
Hiding the bypasses and the sickly American city in marginalia
I don't want to sit on a train going over a cliff

Burglars of the zero headed break in steal our will and our voices leave coins in tooth fairy satchels
Cockroach mental we squirrel away our violence for another day
I shoot burglars and drag them inside the house

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Unquestionably you are atomic
Mostly empty space between colliding molecular jigsaw train cars
A broken brick is made of the same stuff

Coding enabled you to breathe rather than die in the womb
One jostle too many and you could have been blinded or armless or halved or a twin or the bane of parents too selfish to nurse a deformity

Uniqueness is a program for delusion
Forgotten you assume singularity

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Nuclei arrived via ups warped the cats paws into wolverine razor blades
They were the best at what they did

Warmly sang carousing songs blared from radio shack transistors
The air was alive but we murdered it when we gasped at the first murder

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I Sped the softcover glory visions in my large hadrion collider neural pathways
Epidemic Ak 47 mighty night time hit squads swayed the balance of evil in the world and humpty sumptuous was broken permanently

Enhancing the horror I made way for a new supermarket aisle
Boxes of prepackaged pocket singularities swirled amid the uncle ben prophets
We broke something at Hiroshima and it can never go back in pandora prisons

Hurky jerky I stumbled at checkout
Debited beyond neon wickedness the jesters and the politicians all looked watered down like rum and coke when the bartender knows you're wasted
Pleasure is pale and joy is unattainable
in the space between the big bang and the subtle sigh of oblivion

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The idiot broke sockets iconic
Alcohol burned Brunettes busied
Heme elves with fights
Corkscrew preachers skeet skeeted on turkey sandwich nuns
Forgot to lock the medicine cabinet again

Kringle delivered baby Mosquitos instead of peanut presents
Hurricane Henson puppets paraded in military fashion
Code breakers were unable to break the silence gravel in my coal vocal chord choir
Someone traded out the lexapro for hallucinating vitamin supplements

Knife the mental and the decor changes to lunacy

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Medusian gazes pass overhead land on other Facebook pages freeze life in environmentally safe concrete alternative
Carbonite nightmares ensue in which I am wanted by a gangster with a penchant for gushing jackie o brain pan tupperware

Cuneiform graffitied toilet stalls echo the cultural desire for atomic war over having to give up driving hemis
Wizards thirty deep cast illusion over the city where dodo children disorient themselves with social network suicide

Spells affect only the identities of the identified burn through cardboard armor held together with masking tape and hewn abc bubblegum intentions

We need heroes forged from stronger stuff

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Husky voiced Lauren Bacall of the god flesh justify the rogue stars that desired to be held in suspension over Christ

Mining the dance cords of the puppets strewn along the highway I find gong blast bark skin from a hidden dog

Plastic sheet crime scene chalk abstract art blocks up the chaos of this flag waving surrender under cannon fire

Hundreds of humvees explode on commands formless nothing shapes now are burning where youth hid from sniper firing wanna be shivas

There is too much madness for peaceful sleep in gods outstretched arms.

Random thoughts 14

Heartfelt zombie eating the whole world and no one cares
Syrians are dying as we mcmuffin

When bugs bunny dressed in drag was he subjugating the feminine?

Just enough Walmart to keep us from going into the river headfirst we oscillate between breathing and beating and believe in nothing
Syrians and Africans and orphans are dying as we comfort out flesh with light beer and pizza delivered in compact cars

You can believe in anything as long as it is on a list if approved beliefs
Signal if you see anything suspicious

Great wars great wars we have had great wars for political whores boring into the sticky muscle of the world
Our dead are martyrs for nothing
Syrians and Africans and orphans and I are all dying as the afternoon light leaves the room and evening comes on with teeth made for human flesh.

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Tomes of poems landscaped by book worm wanderings line my history
A word misplaced under the faceplate of a motorcycle stuntman helmet tends to make a thump against the ground
Like kenievel it gets back up broken and jumps another impossibility

Trenches spilling wounded litter the background ambulances too far away
Return your library books or suffer a fee

Ostracized from churches built in mud I make my own gods
They share my story
They suicide on long nights smoke
And ink stained coffee cups
My gods are built from bottle caps
From light burned out
From nightingale glare
From wounds
From burners crusted with oxide
From the pieces of a model airplane I broke while trying to put it together

Windows offer no solace for the fiddler spider eating away at my ego
Horrendous amounts of prose lost I find food in the body of the whales that beached themselves against the dawn beachheads

A star is printed

The protagonist of my stop motion film was born this morning at 1128. He weighs about 6 grams and is 6 inches tall. He has my eyes.

Random thoughts 12

My first memory of you is an empty chair.

Random thoughts 11

Sullen teethe filled hamster wheel prison cells erected in monument to mundane hells arrest the Velcro magi

Prison guard stares mutilate the window sills
Kind thoughts are not their will
Searching a way into my heart gambler walls to eat the tender morale of my being

The great and powerful oz is dead
Lurching in his easy chair
A clock a scroll a bowling pin falls hard against the brittle bones of an old man behind a shabby motel curtain wall

Wheels within wheels inside a velvet beer barrel over the images of niagara falls
I am tossed in with Exxon oil spills
A grand scheme perpetuated on behalf of luxury

You may feel a little decapitation but it's all for the good of the land
Stand and be beaten down in gloved lovin care
This isn't Sparta it's the vomit of the dollar bill

Thins the skin of the shins that bang against the Rim of the underbelly of American flim flam
Left to nothing good I roleplay a villain until I become one
One day I will burn the world and ask no random ransome demand

Random thoughts the 90 minute IPA version

Kirk just said he blew his engines
On to
Ulus
On to ulus
Horn hide rage kid principle of the universal anus
Justinians bathing at the mourn of the rabid husk
There are not enough mountains in my bed sheets for me to overcome

Heidi klume give a guy a hand....joblessness at an all time high

Sidney Australia is their photog pop
Opportunity

90 minutes in the bottleneck and all i got were dents

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Apostles dressed Stormtrooper white broke in and ate my eggplant waffles

They broke my favorite coffees cup
The wine bottle corks they shoved in their glory holes

I am apart formed in the world by skin masks made in dumpster basements
Hard waged wig makers time the leap
Into the mouth I ruin

Apostles have blended the cats food into the tortilla soup
Hurt the house plants with their gaze

Loopholes always make life better
Give me one to get out of choosing faith over death

Random thoughts 9

Therapeutic yellow night tremor stirs the cauldron of my skullcap hamlet
Just in time, a driver of drunken mule haricots arrived ending the debate

Klingon energy weapons fired in me from cloaked secret, I dodged and torpedoed with my liquefy gut cannon
Charming weapons of the enemy never wake the true sprit of murder

Drawn and layered in barnacle cream soda ray gun can can dancers
I postulate a postage infraction when desk jockey rainbow detectives snap shots of me bending over lady liberty in her best summer sunday sundress

Jerkily the captain ordered all hands on deck to flee in panic from the sunburned nuclear harpoon morning
I declined and went back in for some more liberties

Random thoughts 8

Your company store has no reset
I'm gotten by the short hairs
Roman ruin debt piles block the view of greatness
lexapro daydreams muffle my speech
And I am unable to say a word

Herculean strength is needed to remove the grindstone from my legs
Juts out tripping everyone who would pass by
Pathetic remodeling of the church where I worshipped the most
Now a shopping mall wishing well


Gravel pit scars on my back where I missed my bicycle jump from the platform of the train station where they've lost my ticket and my bags and my name

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Squelched radio chatter indigo rebirth control
No new souls grew on the vine this fallow wearer year
I have seen tomorrow and you are not there

Hermes delayed by hail
Takes shelter in a Starbucks
Orders a mocha cappuccino
Contemplated suicide but left before the rope could drop

There are one million stories in the naked city but only two worth heating

The vineyard is on fire now
There will be no new vintage
Persons unknown to the FBI have sabotaged creation
We have a spot in Guantanamo for them

Hermes now delayed by hail and Starbucks and suicide somnambulism
Hurried into a Walgreens for some no doze
Encountered a cashier with a Hellenistic frown
Said she wanted be to be a writer but had the baby instead
Hermes takes pity and burns the place down
Leaves the cashier a muse wrapped in cellophane

There are ten billion stories on the naked swath of earth
Only three of them lead to heaven.

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There're peoples in the walls of my asylum aching to breathe heroine breath
Other exhalations of desire end on empty silver tea cup saucers
Those breaths never make the way into mouths gaping like birds waiting for food
My people wait for star shine in glass cathedrals
My people wait for emptiness to fill
My people long for lasting hills of fresh mown grass and trees laden with new fruits
My people wait like Casablanca expats
Forever in these walls and never able to fly

The view from hell

So what does the view from hell look like? I am often asked this...I imagine it is a lot of bottoms of feet, brimstone smoke chimney stacks, gnarled dangling roots and if you're an English professor a lot of dangling participles. I don't know that there is much more real light other than the one long shaft of sun that measures a quarter of an inch round. This may be enough to sustain the damned for a brief moment now and again, in between the torment and wailing bits.

Maybe it's like looking at the underbelly of America by Amtrak. All those backs of things and rotten, rusted wasted dreams that somehow always end up along a railroad track.

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Petrified wooden deadpan stare
I am alone in a yacht void for the
Gulf coast quarters
Look And see the evil of humanity
Eating a bowl of pomegranates
Laced with capital pheromones

Gussy luck hurts the rendered bits
Shuffles cards in a dim store chair
Polite fancy is no replacement for cool

Freewheeling the dials are dead
Yacht is dead an water is deaf
Only the lapping of hell hounds now
And the whirlpool gapes open for my polite corpse and the evening waste

Stop motion project

This is a fairly ambitious work which will hopefully be completed within the next few months. The tentative title is "Tomb of the Printmakers". More on the plot later when I have the computer in front of me instead of this tiny virtual keyboard.

Random thoughts 4

Unflinching mediocrity eats its fill
Moves on to Burbank pays for large Doberman pincher named maxwell

Hurts us it does yodaesque

Green spirited nymphs cease us In The long evening in the last of youth
I have been awakened by gunshot deaths above me and know the green spirit means to end us all

Mediocrity having lost the Doberman to a Cadillac fist fight moves on to cedar point apartments in downtown boulder
Visually insists on stemming the tide of green but wishes all to be in its teeth.

Random thoughts 3

Freehand nightmare ice cream social
Turns to ugly infighting quarrel
First the nuts fly then the fudge
The pineapple fronds cut the cheek
Of a passing cop on his way to assault the legal rights of an Inuit gardener
Frigid cream and ladled cherries
Glass shard bowls and broken jawbones
Hurled hurled against the angry jukebox wall

When the brawl is down the hall aways I flee for the comfort of my car
The taste for ice cream done

Random thoughts 2

Squeezed into police boxes inward density railing to fixate on hitters and furnish the nigh coming green out

Thursday's evening gown broken on rock candy daydream lingo, fetching she paused for a laugh in the doorway

You always break so easy when it's summer she said or thought or felt because at that point I was drowning in gear oil lake water

Random thoughts 1

Hereford toward the dawn on trenche bitten legbones
Harness the light of the new evil
The grey mate eats at your table
But there is no ploy strong enough
To subdue her avarice.
I hoped for lollipops and got thumbtacks.

The coming zombie apocalypse

Yeah, we're ready.

The Shoe in the Road

I always wonder where the random shoe in the road came from.  I know that sometimes in an accident your shoes fly off, but there couldn't have been so many accidents to elicit such a compilation of footwear.  Was someone running away so frantically that they just left one behind?  Were they being chased?  Was it a one-legged vegan being set upon by omnivores?  Who knows.  I find their presence beautiful, poetic, compelling. They are exactly where they need to be at this exact moment.  I suppose at the end of the day what I find beautiful is not exactly what you may find beautiful. Especially if you've ever lost a shoe in an intersection.