Boy Laughs And Computer Burns

Monday, September 23, 2002


FEBRUARY 1993
My lady and I are trying to have an intimate moment. Your lips taste fine. Knock her down and sit on her if necessary. Do you think people like listening to your phlegm? This is the first time I’ve ever wanted to slap you. Directly on the lips for an extended period of time. Missiles hurtling down from the gods. Thanks for mopping my brow with a brick. Dreams are postcards from the subconscious. I’ve seen it and his lips move constantly. It’s been in the mouth of everybody in town. She’s underneath the Earth’s crust with her boyfriend. Borrowed land for sale. Because I love her lips. Avoid the planet Earth at all costs. I’m supposed to be your legs. The table has become too big. I think he died for me. There’s a Saturday and three Wednesdays. Beat the hell out of this chicken please. My life didn’t turn out the way I expected. Don’t threaten me with a dead fish. Their misfortune is our serendipity. Although I do not hope to turn again. We really don’t know where we’ve been until we come back to where we were. No more dead people in the living-room. I can take a bath but I can’t throw the toaster in. Who parked this doughnut on top of my house?


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