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So I wanted to touch on this a little. It was strange and totally necessary for the use of a pig sty in the poem this evening. A pig's stomach acid is so strong it can dissolve hence the reason that it can easily eat humans. I believe Thomas Harris makes good use of this in of his Hannibal Lecter series. Also, for you Brad Pitt fans because this one of his motherfuckin' best roles "Snatch". Where the underground fighting owner and promoter feeds the pieces of chopped humans to his pigs. They are carnivorous beings and being just as smart as dogs I wouldn't want to piss one off anytime as soon.

Humans feed pigs. Pigs eat. slop.

Humans feed pigs. Pigs eat. slop.

Human falls into feed slough. Pigs eat. slop.

Pigs.

This also fits well with my constant struggle in abstaining from consuming other live beings. Soy. I salute you. Help me find that delicious center of wholeness that incredibly propietary popeye like human strength and the longevity to stave off heart disease one more year.


Oh don't forget the blueberries. But make sure for days when one handful is not enough that you have handy access to the W.C.

Throwing caution to the wind

I am fed up I don't know where or what I am doing with my poetry right now!!!!!



AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh!

God, to fall into the spiral of dog shit so early in the morning.
The spongy soft squish through my toes. Muddy journey that cakes onto my heel.
Holding on as the substance licks and humps at the cracks of my foot.

And why do I do this? I don't know. Who is this Kermit the Frog

Some pre tent ious green little monster that lurks in the backwards po' dunk
recipe for another episode of Ned Beatty's greatest hits. Or is the anti christ rapped in a green christmas car perfume tree waiting to suck the life out of the next child that happens to be unfortunate enough to stare into his eyes

Deep chasm's mesmorizing the little tots into never ending submission. Watch my little green ass shake and shimmy as Miss Piggy giggles her rack. That is really the encrypted passage to the muppets. It wouldn't surprise me one bit to see that when the camera pans off Kermit he has taken his green walking stick for a little game of round the world.
Piggy pretends to act all innocent but you know what happens when everything goes dark that's right. Rumor has it that after a black out is over on the muppet set it takes two hours to sort out and pull off each of those lil' buggers. It's like a giant dog pile.

Back to Ned Beatty. That was some weird stuff. I keep trying to rationalize what happened to them and wonder why. I don't know that there are any answers that a sane person could come up with other than they were horny. Let's look at the realism of that movie though. They were in broad daylight and despite how bass ackwards those country folk seemed to be wouldn't they have thought better? (Oh and by the way I do know that I have missed a lot of question marks and frankly I don't care).

This is me in all my glory. Waving my naked flag at all those commercialized idiots shoving their scandalized words in my face. I am no longer a slave to these emotions. A GREAT WEIGHT

HAS BEEEN LIFTED OFF

OF
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dark chasm filled with discards power rangers and severed barbie doll heads welcome me back as I write what is in my head, gut, heart, and penis. I will heed the call and draw, quarter, and hang those cutesy, artsy, pieces that I have been working on. Those silicone pieces of drag queen wigs and ken doll muscles. I will thrash apart their plastic bodies, and use their remnants to floss my butt cheeks.

PAINTING

For those of you who may not know I used to be a parking specialist (professional, guru, genius) and the many other savory words one might use to describe the greatness of laborers that tenderly placed those orange envelope on the vehicle of a college person who just happened to have a little bit of unawareness in their lives on that day.

Like a little sprite determined to right the wrongs and spread my joy like a seagull spreads it shit I would set a goal each day. How many people can I show love to today? 50? 72? or maybe even 100? I find it amazing the tasks one can convince themselves is righteous given the motivation and purpose. It is education, right? If a cop was to tale (yes I am aware of the spelling) me during one of my excursions into the world of shiny metallics, chrome plated horses, beetles, bugs, and flashing read beacons with the words expired they would find a masterpiece. As if Davinci or Michaelangelo had entered my body. On a shoddy gray Subaru outback a wide brush, Baby Pearl Toyota Camry fine stroke, a Spearmint Green Jeep Wrangler broad stroke, and for a dash of power I throw in a Deep Maroon Cadillac CTS with a wide brush and detailed movements. All of these part of my larger canvas. From highest floor on the education building one can see my 'mona lisa', my criminal activities, and my extraordinary joy. Dozens of autos all over the great expansive campus painted with a little rectangular piece, zesty citrus like, with a solid ghost slip that floats into each persons hearts as they arrive to their vehicles.

Blogging with a bumbling ...

OKAY!!!

I think I finally got the hang of parts of this blogging. I had originally posted what I felt was a humorous bit on kermit the frog but I could not make all the elements work so I scrapped it. Sorry, but that is life. Dismal, distressing and at times teeming with the refreshing picture of bandalieros playing a joyous tune.