filtering existence through the 28 gauge of clarity on a mojo pin.

unadulterated mud cooked into mouth-watering gumbo sure to

get one through the most dysfunctional family gathering. eternal

discontents for analyzing structure that never made it all the way

through except instantaneous bumbles that lucked out of two-toned

trouble. miserable dream crust goes up with detonated

cosmos. on the contrary must be predicated on the…

blurring distinctions for what i truly feel is the good of everyone

without parentheses. operating on manic cycle blitzkrieg, though

götterdämmerung comes off an hour too late which makes it

difficult to see because of blue eyes which tend to have trouble

seeing in the dark. exercising my excesses on a daily basis…

THE WRATH OF THE ABANDONED CRACKHEADS

There was this guy I used to know, when I was homeless. His name was Gullipo. He would get drunk after work, he was a wal-mart clerk, and go out beating crackheads with a crowbar, and shocking them with a stun gun he had bought. The stun gun was powerful, 7.5 million volts, and once they went down they weren't getting up for a long time. I escaped his wrath, because I had given up crack a long time ago after I was arrested for breaking into a…

DOLDY'S MASTURBATORY COKE FANTASY

Doldy had been drinking beer most of the day, drifting in and out of consciousness, and popping pills. As he grandmother always told him, "Cops can't smell pills 4 blocks away". As he often did when he was drunk, he would gamble, but not with slot machines and instant lotto tickets, he would go for walks, taunt the police, and make his best attempt not to appear f* up and not get arrested. He walked up the street in the hood, peering into cars,…

THE IDIOT CHILDREN OF KIM JUNG UN

They were locked electronically in a small terminal, monitoring a nuclear bomb that was to launch into D.C. .They spoke intermittently, various conversations, about what their wives cooked for dinner, the type of shit their kids were doing, what sports team won last night, who was a fag and who wasn't, and ate peanuts, tossing the shells into an old coffee can. Each day they grow more and more bored, waiting for a call from the government officials to…

THE TIME I ALMOST DIED TAKING A BEER SHIT IN A DUMPSTER

I had been hitting up all the crackhouses, and I had a wad of bills that was getting progressively smaller as the night went on. Most of what I had smoked was either Paco, or half cut, but I had accomplished was I had came for. It was a few minutes before the gas stations stopped selling beer, before I realized I needed something to come down with. I went into the gas station on the corner, and got a few 40's of Magnum and a…

STAMPY'S PROMOTION

Stampy, who was the illegitimate son of a businessman and a black crack prostitute, was given a job when he turned 18 in his fathers post office. His job was simple, and his work order included "Lick Stamps". He spent most of the day licking stamps, drinking free coffee, masturbating in the bathroom (most of the time with people standing in the bathroom listening to the slap of his fist against his balls), and harrassing the female employees. One day, he decided…

JERRY THE LOVABLE SERIAL RAPIST part 1

He showed up with a big smile on his face, covered in hair, with a fat gut that looked like a washtub filled with pork fat. He strolled around awhile, eyeing all the young men with googly eyes, these thin young men putting up gallons of milk or stocking shelves. When one of them would make eye contact with him, he would stroll up to them and toy with them for awhile, for they were not human to him but just sexual sides of beef ripe for the…

in a spectacular flash of inspiration i'm launching my new

campaign. acted on as soon as it made itself known to me.

i'm baiting the sunset with a reaper's soft sell. licking up the

cancer  without throwing up fevered revelations from tomato

red half-size to wild distortion from where i stand. crouched

beneath the hedges hiding something no one else needs to

know. perpetual motion has consumed my theoretical…

anonymity ripped to shreds when my ghostly presence is lit up.

got sloppy with the curtain calls so i have only myself to blame.

department of tension reports my whereabouts. every days feels

like sunday morning when i know who i am. clamping down on

running out of time, which means less than nothing to me. it's

not like they're stopping the bleeding. disoriented & dumb-

founded. found my misplaced stupidity but the…