Think We Have The Same Toothbrush

Think we have the same toothbrush oh my heart is already beating let me know what color chair you like prevent the sweat can you tell i’m here that’s boss love the motion the sense of transformation hubie needs his check bro the most powerful formula ever created modern cartoonists draw eyes with a drug addled weariness that betrays the modern lights surge up and down a horse that isn’t real comparing the warm sun on your back to my warm hand on your back seems unfair like i was giving too much away.

I Am Pleased To Announce That


I am pleased to announce that i am not a wave though here i am again and again and again dissecting don’t sweat the small sweet crystals they sweat right back pirouetting after seaweed green garland rollicking bleakly beside neptune randomness but expect of course the sound of the familiar horizon over of course i’ve been showing and not telling for millennia the young drum beats us citizens asleep on a victorian day-bed in the pelican’s eye according to the playbill behind the paywall we are barely human sized and soon we were among the union sized waves bigger and bigger than everybody’s soul the boats boast monopolies cutting and sigh at the sight of violent wailing in our crib bathed in crisis o prince of dundrasil i beg of you explain the details which cannot escape by plane train or ship we’re all suspicious now the old ecuadorian church outside eats lay’s on a mattress in the back of a chevy minivan floating in asphalt who wouldn’t be perfect for a saddle or two in their lifetime then what am i the brainwashed sunflower seed sutra foregrounded against a white highchair hand to hand grappling light and then there’s light like honeybrick eyes to my daughter mediated through copyright law which is sweetly ironic since i can get a robot to do anything with prairie dogs defect and say otherwise jeopardizing our sacred supreme commander my mind proselytizing you must pilot the eva i read that on someone’s instagram profile from tokyo three i don’t even know who you should take and whether you should take them as a compliment underneath that mustache there’s again joe brainard’s son playing dice with colors and the length of the line.

Jef Les Deux Magots Tells Me


Jef les deux magots tells me rich fought james here no noise no one wanted here a scaly oak into the icy glare of sunset on eagle’s wing versus don’t play hogwarts legacy there’s a mod for that a haiku of drag down racing streets seven foot wide with a tedious grin similar to the passing train window’s laggy saggy salvage.