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擁抱失敗的IT可能會在他妈的政府只是一 ABC_ GLASs BOOTS COWBOY {ENGLISH EDITION} {A GRAPHIC POETRY/ART NOVEL} BY GILBERT DAWSON Glass Boots Experiment Classics Gilbert Dawson PO Box 395 YNY, WY 82190-0395 ABC GLASS BOOTS COWBOY Copyright © 2011 by Gilbert Dawson All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights of copyright over reserved, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the copyright holder of this book. ISBN: (Put your ISBN NUMBER HERE) PAINT PACK BOX WARRIOR {100’S BOX: ONE} {CIGARETTE: ONE} Hello Artist, We seek you out of the shadows of soul suburban consciousness. We live life tattered, torn, in poverty, open holed out smile, lost emptiness. Wayward Poet petting a head full of acid on free gasoline Salvia Lost Dialect Wino Bottle of Regrets We live for you to be the South Saturn Intellect Impressionist Elefunctionist Poverty Painter Poised over broken family taped like duck shit spit clit cum on glue circus of madness genius to the masses fuck yo while your soul soothes over sunsets inward feast birds flew back into & over daylight of desires like dreams subconscious masses on matchsticks multiple gunshot wounds to the victims of child molestation must have been the role models given us all this fine and affortable free lower class guilt trip worthless education pissed off on dicks like cigarette bibles new born in heaven IN WALKS THE BIGGEST GLASS DILDO I’VE EVER SEEN HUFF OFF AIR FRESHNER TINFOIL LIKE TIME BOMBS {CIGARETTE: TWO} GLASS BOOTS EXPERIMENT IN THE A.M. A MARLBORO RED KIND OF WOMAN IN THE P.M. HUNDREDS PLEASE ELVIS PRESLEYAQUA TEAL ART STAR BIBLE CIGARETTE PRESS START HERE TO THE GRAVY GATES OF PAINT SPLATTERED ORGIES ON OCTAGON MOONS WILD LIKE WAYWARD WINDY WOMAN OFF THE FINE DASH OF GOOD CIGARETTES LOOK AT THE DISTANCE OF WE. WOMAN IN WILD TIMES ALONG THE PROTEST OCCUPYING AMERICAN POVERTY PATIENCE PURPLE ON THE MONET BRAIN FOREST OF PICCASSO PICNIC BASKETS ON HOT BOILD BUTTERED CLIT GENIUS POEMS THE BUTTER KNIFE BASKET STANCE SLASH OCCUPY ON THE OCTAGON OFF THE COLORING HOOK HANG NAIL OF A PAINT CLICK, POINT AND SHOOT POETS OCCUPATION BEFORE ALIENATION NEVER PRETENDER LET HER BE BORN AGAIN IN BARE CHEST SKELETONS OF HERION CLOSED PILL CASES DEATH SENTANCE AND CLOSET FOR Yours truly PENNIES INSPIRE PROTEST PENIUS SUCKING WORD FUCKING WIERD FUCKS OF AND OFF THE DEAF SENTANCE {CIGARETTE: THREE} Diamond dick sucking cocksucker junkies want some of my golden isotope child demographic mamba cigarettes. Basking in sunshine, dried semen, good times, lonely like a lion roaming this highway. Holding a head full of freedom falling back into the future of forever inner abyss on the modern consciousness. Cleaning my shattered tooth implants and peeing my dried torn cut skin in 21st century atomic bombs blown assed out sweat rag, sweet tooth, pants, on piss like suburban steamships shattering values long on sentences went down on my subconscious dirty fruit punch poem bag of shit splatters on word presence I’m going to lay down now and reveal the way I found and rolled my river of dreams sometimes often called starving artist aka clown killings We will call it sorrow. Horus ate my idea and threw me an arrow of diamonds, better tomorrows, earthquakes, tsunamis, flooding away depths of ancient and intriguing calendars. I saved it my brain this library of infinity and now I put the paint bullet in the old oil shotgun. I got it under my lightening rod and I’m throwing it through your looking glass outer mind space eyeball window black desert nail biter. Beat box glass dildo rubbing my heart to the rescue feels like coloring books over lightly toasted cancer. I suppose these clothes do need to come off stares from unborn children. What wild man would ever want the restraints of torn fabric, faded colors and underachieving good looks on long art terms as prism like a death sentence. A room that creates conscious cream, sugar tits, cubes of dirt on the left foot off under roaming tiger on hot pink flower petals posture skull of sculpture rapture. Flowing river water wipes across skin wild wicked woman rapid in pure waves of jelly beans cut open like clits bathing in crashing cars like run on religions. Religious clowns left out the third dimension prayer for our supposed lost souls. Hope we get to heaven and its hell in hand basket with no ketchup. I’m laying on the ground rolling in a puddle of spit and tears torn up in fluid sways off and playing with all my plastic skeletons while the real rebel hero paint slingers hold tuxedos for me in my closet. {CIGARETTE: FOUR} SO HE SOFLTLY MUTTERS UNDER WINO STAINED TONGUE “LET’S BEGIN WITH SHOPLIFTING OLD DIRTY USED SENTENCES. HOOKERS WITH NO FRIENDS, DIRTY NEEDLES WITH THE AIDS VIRUS, BABIES BURNED BY COLLEGES. AMERICANS COMING HOME FROM WAR TO POVERTY AND NOTHINGNESS.” LET’S GO NOW, back through thought back door cutie slip and slide wild child of the old brain slide show. All those damn feelings make you want to explode expand and devour evolved deaf feelings. All these mothers so poor they can’t feed their own children, pawning the wedding ring diamonds, TV, VCR, garage salad all the movies, the first book, gave my painting the old fire treatment. Rich cock suckers holding strings over creative geniuses, blood money with no meaning. Keep your life we walk back into the guts where the soul is smoking acid over opium. Falling through this white light crashing back over the depths of blankets covers, cleaning my teeth again. Forget me forgiveness, money, fame, highly fuckable women is enough, twenty-two anti depressants behind a whole day of beer drinking in the gallows. Happy holding hamburger spit bomb on two shakes of decapitated lamb’s tail. Rolling hot on the concrete deep in the shadows crawled in hurry to my dorm room. Passed out along the way carried to sleep bye bye baby were going home with ghastly god like crippled angels. I float in and flop my dusted dead tired body of work of art laying on the wet blood stained carpet, choke on throw up.... eye’s open again. Went to the cooks house with a head full of mushrooms eventually ended up snorting a fresh sting of butterflies color of milk machine death on meth over oxygen clutch over skeletons stealing time sweet little sugar cube of honey tinfoil about a foot and half through my heart again. Rode the cloud for days lost in the memory of drug use sweet dreams Dallas. Found love forever sitting cozy under a 1980’s hot cherry Cadillac. Read a book with no pictures spit on by a snowstorm inside two bottles of orange juice and 1500 liters of vodka. {CIGARETTE: FIVE} JOHN DOE UNDER THE REIGNBOW I SUPPOSE I SHOULD FEED YOU YOUNG LION and FUCK YOU LOST FEE FREE GENIUS. Shit motherfucker, I wrote more words in one sentence than the lost songs come to life that you made millions off of pretending to be like Elvis. The king of cock and guitar slinging paint hiccups long windy roads dust of dead sentence scrolled out over sea. Sucking on this countries heartaches and feeding bullshit with a sword, well here’s the spoon lily white sober distance soul stance mother fucker get your mucking rap straight and quit feeding bullshit to the masses and feeding Jesus like m&m’s to the blue vascular eyeballs of JESUS. We respect you when you aren’t sober, don’t give a fuck whether you live or die. Write your words and be written, quote question little mark off queue of colored less stance pen on paper questions. Kill your fucking answers...America your more guilty than the fucking word tone wrapped around lollipop meth answer situated oxycodone, meth ahead migraine. Morons like millions will always swallow teardrops and heart ache kill you cancer you fuck dick licking stupid dumb cock sucking mother wanna be well wisher faggot...fuck we’re in Wyoming...tie that big city boy to the fence post choking on a pill pretending to be hot steel off drug use, alcohol abuse, and blues highways. Show me your paycheck and I’ll show you mine, and then will find out who’s lying. I sea you in public you get spit on, chewed apart, hung over the edge by your off balanced over priced NIKES. I got Rod Miller's back as a saint who care, kills and helps to the fucking day I give up starving and die...fuck you, fuck yeah, fuck forever ...we live in the moment, man-made heart break for big art movements {CIGARETTE: SIX} A wild windy rant wounded my bottle of Pinot Noir while I walked to the show silently from the backroom in walls of distance dick sucking fish shells sad days distance, good ways filled a clit sucking cop’s donuts with sorrow. Put your money back in your pants rich man we don’t need another cock smoker to fill our daydream with endless licks off everlasting cigarettes. Outside the in crowd part of me that left leftovers for breakfast, saturated Saturday soul every day diamond of desires walk into the room made of shit, steel and suitcase filled with broken teeth glistening in gold. Waterfalls flow over holes made of sunlight and aqua-shattering skies lofty on mountaintops hot petal cold steel cigarette ash off the wheel. {CIGARETTE: SEVEN} PAINTED SPATTERED SOUL KISSES ON OIL ACRYLIC PARK SERVICD PANTS. FOREST FIRES CAUSED THE DEATH OF CIGARETTES.... HEALTH CONCERNS...CONCEPTUAL SHIT HEAD BLOWING BRAINS WITH BAD MONSTER DOLL HEADS HAD HER IN MY SIGHTS SOMEHOW MISSED THE APPLE ON THIN LIGHTLY TOASTED WHEAT GRAIN BREAD. Let’s begin where we end live in misspelled mean cities spelled backwards...fucking trash smoking car suckers.... breath taking walkers, nicely dressed rappers. Welcome the light back into the room roaring rant on hamburger stuffed cheese in gulf sorrow grease broom. Extra sauce the meal ticket explained itself. I believe it was order #00066. One big dick coming right up service with a smile, nothing but the best for our loyal cuff-toting customers. Let’s examine the bread Hmmm Tow squirts. Whole beef spit saturated testicle patty. Two squirts One squirt Licked American Cheese One squirt Artificial foot bread Two squirts Whole beef shit splattered grease patty Two squirts One squirt Clit tickled American cheese One squirt Spray of spit for extra flavoring One squirt ½ squirt And Top bun The recycled hamburger box had a true task on it’s hand as was soon to the challenge the heaviest juiciest squirt feast of lick, clit, dick, ass stink and spit special sauce burger this asshole; you know who you are; Your that demanding yelling oriental no speaking my language bitch, your that fucking douche bag with the spray on tan and the gel, oh yeah, looks great buddy, Have a great night sir. Oh yeah your that dumb drunk bitch with loose pocket intentions killing to get at this poor man’s wallet sure enough my pest dick pubs for your pearly prissy position in life of soft Saturn opal stained glitter filled flow falling top over bite your face kiss. The best head I ever got with the little kid’s pistol typed and tit danced on broken shotgun genius. We walk away filled up with fries dipped in strawberry milkshakes hit the glass meth filled dick in the bottomless stains off poverty, isolation, paranoid well-now were looking into in investing shoplifting. {CIGARETTE EIGHT} TALL CAN OF GOOD IDEAS, GREAT THINGS FLOATING THROW-UP OFF THE CASH REGISTER, ACCIDENTLY STUMBLED INTO A WHOLE FULL STACK OF ADVERTISED SHIT UNDERNEATH ABOUT FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS APPROXIMATE AMOUNT EQUAL SHARE SHIT BASKET WORTH OF JACK DANIELS. SUCH A DAMN FINE GOOD LOOKING YOUNG MAN CARRYING A PAINT BRUSH LIKE A WAND GAVE HER A WINK AND SAID, “FUCK IT.” SUCKS BEING AN UGLY DUDE WITH SMALL TITS. I Fell Out of The Briefcase Next to the Moon Under A Sea Of Midwest Prairie.... Big Blue Cream Rolling Through The Waves of an Early Morning Cloud or early morning yellow belly yawning. Andy Warhol Went Down On Me Juniper Sandwich Wrapper Tinfoil Under Paint on my Pants...Rusted like a Work in Progress my Heart was stuck in the sunrise shining off her body blowing a care bear Saturn Stare across my broken hand. I Posed Next to my Hand Painted Upside Down Double Cross Towers CHANGE COVERING ME INFECTING THE SKY LIGHT OVER MY CITY CHANGE CLEANING ME CONTROLLING THE RIOT INSIDE OF MY BREATHING CHANGE COINS ME CLOUDY OVER THE REASON CHANGE COVERING ME HE SMOTHERED MY BYE- BYE BURRITO IN A MILLION OR SO KISSES HIS COFFIN REMINDED ME OF AN ART STUDIO AYN RAND EINSTEIN SMOKING ME I AM A MARLBORO RED KIND OF WOMAN HUNDREDS PLEASE ELVIS PRESLEY JAMES DEAN JOHN WAYNE FRANK SINTARA JUST A MISSPELLED MOVIE STAR BEAUTIFUL SHINING BOUGHT AND PAID FOR LUXURY CAR BIG HOUSES UNDER THE STARS SOFT SMILES CATCHING MY GLANCE RAINBOWS COVERING MOUNTAINS CLOUD DECAY THE EARLY MORNING EVOLUTION DRINKING BARCADE AM A MARLBORO RED KIND OF WOMAN HUNDREDS PLEASE ELVIS PRESLEY JAMES DEAN JOHN WAYNE FRANK SINTARA JUST A MISSPELLED MOVIE STAR BEAUTIFUL SHINING BOUGHT AND PAID FOR LUXURY CAR BIG HOUSES UNDER THE STARS SOFT SMILES CATCHING MY GLANCE RAINBOWS COVERING MOUNTAINS CLOUD DECAY BRAIN FORREST OF BI-POLAR ARTIST A VAST SUBCONSCIOUS FREEWAY IDEA KILLING MACHINE RUNNING ON GLASS, WIND, SNAKE SKIN BRAWSTRAPS AND SHATTERED BLOWN TIRED OLD BOOTS AM A MARLBORO RED KIND OF WOMAN HUNDREDS PLEASE ELVIS PRESLEY GEORGE CLOONEY BRAD PITT JOHNNY DEPP KID CUDI JOHN WAYNE FRANK SINTARA JUST A MISSPELLED MOVIE STAR BEAUTIFUL SHINING BOUGHT AND PAID FOR LUXURY CAR BIG HOUSES UNDER THE STARS SOFT SMILES CATCHING MY GLANCE RAINBOWS COVERING MOUNTAINS CLOUD DECAY HOT PINK RAINBOW USED SYNTHESIZER BURNED THE PAINO YELLOW METALLIC TRIANGLE A SHAKY MAN WHILE HE KISSED ME BREATHE BREATHE A SHAKY WOMAN COURTED ME UNDERNEATH ANTS AN OFTEN ASKED QUESTION TOP ANSWER FILLED UP ON A ZIPPER TIGHT APPLE TREE $$$Killing Artists LIKE ASSHOLezzz. Sorry it's super SILLY to be like Billy The Kid $$$$Maybe Lets WORK on that SPELLING$$$ $$$$$$$$$ARE YOU FEELIN LUCKY CHARMS FOR BREAKFAST$$$$ {CIGARETTE: NINE} My camera fell over and took this picture next to an Oil mil wake can of ice warm beer $$$$$$我愛你我愛你$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$我愛你$ $$ $$$ $$ $我愛你$$$$$$ $ $$ $我愛你$ $$ $$$ $$ $$ $我愛你$ $$ $ $$ $我愛你$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $我愛你$ $$ 我愛你$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $我愛你 我愛你$$ $$ $$$ $$ $$我愛你 我愛你$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $我愛你$ $$ $$ $我愛你$$$$$$$愛$$$$$$ $ $$ $我愛你$$$$$愛$$$$$$ $$$$$我愛你$ $$愛$$$$$$ $$$$$$我愛你$$ $他$$$$$ BRUCE LEE HOLDING A TOOTH PICK LOSE 40% OF YOUR BELLY FAT FANCY PRANCY TAP DANCE $$$$$$I love you $$$$$$$$$$$ I love you $$$$$$$ $$$$$I love you $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ I love you $$$$$$ $$$$I love you $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ I love you $$$$ $$$I love you $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ I love you $$$ $$I love you $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ I love you $$ $ I love you $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ I love you $ $$ I love you $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ I love you$$$ $$$ I love you $$$$$$$Love$$$$$$ $$$$ I love you $$$$$Love$$$$$$ $$$$$ I love you$$$love$$$$$$ $$$$$$ I love you$$$him$$$$$ HE OLIVE OIL HE IS BLUEBERRIES BAD BOY GOOD NEWS BROKEN TOYS LOVES LIFE WELCOME WISHES OF JOY BORROWED THE HEART FROM YOU BROKE NIPPLE COVERINGS NOSE PIERCINGS EYE BROW BLING $$$$$$我愛你我愛你$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$我愛你$ $$ $$$ $$ $我愛你$$$$$$ $ $$ $我愛你$ $$ $$$ $$ $$ $我愛你$ $$ $ $$ $我愛你$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $我愛你$ $$ 我愛你$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $我愛你$ 我愛你$$ $$ $$$ $$ $$我愛你 我愛你$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $我愛你$ $$ $$ $我愛你$$$$$$$愛$$$$$$ $ $$ $我愛你$$$$$愛$$$$$$ $$$$$我愛你$ $$愛$$$$$$ $$$$$$我愛你$$ $他$$$$$ {CIGARETTE: TEN} UNEMPLOYMENT LIKE UMBRELLAS TELL YOUR FRIENDS IT'S ALOT BETTER THAN IT SOUNDS AUTISM LIKE ANSWERSMY TEXT MESSAGE FELL DOWN THE STAIRS HAND PAINTED MONET HAND PAINTED ME $SURFING THE SUBCONSCIOUSNESS OF LOVE$ A MILLION OR SO IN THE SEA LOVERS BURNING MAYBE HE SEEMS LIKE A Dime a dozen... Blowing on roses Burning bridges Loving old oil stained friendships Dime a dozen IT'S OKAY I'M JUST A FISHERMAN REASON DECAY SHALLOW WATERS TALKING TALKING TALKING HE WALKED INTO THE ROOM THE LIGHTS WERE PUSHING HIM OUT OF THE INSIDE OF THE CROWD HE WAS ANNOYING AND LOUD LAUGHABLE AND SIMILAR TO A CLOUD BUT YELLING POETREE OUT IN AND BACK TO MY HEART HE'S A THIEF HE'S A LIAR HE'S MY BROTHER HE'S MY SISTER HE'S MY FATHER HE'S MY MOTHER I WAS FALLING RIGHT ON THROUGH HIS EYES BEAUTIFUL LIGHT AQUA BLUE SKIES A MILLION OR SO IN THE SEA LOVERS BURNING MAYBE HE SEEMS LIKE A Dime a dozen... Blowing on roses Burning bridges Loving old oil sentences reminding me of great friends on long winded friendships Dime a dozen IT'S OKAY I'M JUST A FISHERMAN REASON DECAY SHALLOW WATERS TALKING WALKING CRACKING LIL JOKES MY WAY I WATCHED HIM STANDING NEXT TO ME ON THE OUTSIDE OF HELLO YELLOW JUST ANOTHER FAVORITE COLOR INSIDE THE RAINBOW THE RAINBOW OF LOVE FEELS LIKE A RAY OF WARMTH WELCOME NO HOME POVERTY CLEANS COVERS CONTROLS COMMUNICATES RIGHT ON BACK THROW AWAY SOUL TRASH TALK BROTHER CRYING NAME FORGETTER BAD PHONE USER TELEPHONE MESSAGES UNREADABLE TEXTS BROKEN CELLPHONE BACK TO THE NEW YA KNOW OUT WITH THE OLD IN WITH A NEW IDEA NEW MAN NEW DRINK KISS KISS HUG HUG LOVE LOVE SMILE SMILE THE GREAT HUNTER {CIGARETTE: ELEVEN} ATOMIC BOMB OPAL SUNSHINE BLOWING...BREATHING BENDING THROUGH CLOUDS ACROSS THE SKIN MY CHEST BREEZING THINK I AM BREIATHING BLOWING BRAINS OF THE OPERATION THE TRUTH LAYS LAZY AND LIKEABLE INSIDE THE MOUNTAINS I DESIGNED A BOAT POEM TO SINK HER FUCKING LEAVING ASS SHIP, MAKES YOUR COMPUTER GOE INTO FUCKING CONVULSIONS, CERTAINLY FRUSTRATES TEARS OUT OF MY BRAINS GENIUS E-BALLS...MAKES ME SMILE, HAPPY WARM LIKE SUMMER MENTAL HEALTH BI-POLAR PENCILS YOUNG MAN’S DEATH SENTANCE WE EAT SHIT GO TO THE STORY WITH NO MONEY HAVE FUN NOW Yours truly, CERTAINLY FEELING ENTITLED TO BE EMBRACED EMPEROR OF GREASE FOOD AND CRAP ASS TAP DANCE GOT Yours truly, WINDOW BROKEN KISS KISS LOVE SHOPLIFTING FUCK YOU BARNUM WAL BAILY MART UNDERNEATH DECAYING TIME BOMB WORDS TOOTH DECAY SOMETIMES DESCRIBED AS PERYONNES DISEASE SOFT ON CHOKING COUGH LIMP DICK LAND AND LIKEABLE SMILES HE STARES AT ME MOMENT AFTER MOMENT CALLING CREATING WRITING TRYING TO TALK TO ME COQUERING ME CONTROLLING ME COMPLICATING ME HE MUST BE PART OF PRAYER BIG BEING OCEAN LONE HOT DOG LOSER LONER FREE LONER SEA LONER BRIEF LIKE BREEZE Just breathing Just breathing Just calling Just calling Just leaving Words alone in a lonely place inside the LONLIENESS ANSWER MACHINE AERO AMERICAN AFRO ANSWERING imagine MACHINE {CIGARETTE: TWELVE} Bonjour Artiste, Nous vous cherchez de l'ombre de la conscience de l'âme de banlieue. Nous vivons la vie en lambeaux, déchirés, dans la pauvreté, ouvert sourire troué sur, vide perdue. Poète Wayward caresser la tête pleine d'acide sur gasoline.hy gratuitement Salvia Perdu Dialect Wino bouteille de Regrette Nous vivons pour vous South Saturn impressionnistes Elefunctionist la pauvreté Peintre Le point Plus Rompu La famille Scellés Comme de canard Merde Cracher Clito Sperme Sur La colle Génie pour les masses Suivez votre Coeur Alors votre âme Apaise plus le coucher du soleil Dan’s les En & Plus Jour Des Désirs Comme Rêves Subconscient des masses Multiples blessures par balles Aux victimes Des enfants Attentat à la pudeur Doit Ont Été l' Le rôle Moldels Givin Nous Tous les Cette Fines Et Affortable Gratuitement Inférieure Classe Clito L'éducation Pisser sur dicks Comme Cigarettes Bibles {CIGARETTE: THIRTEEN} I HAND PAINTED MY DREAM CAR SHE'S A FIGHTER ONE TO ADMIRE HE LOVES ME HE IS THE MOON I AM THE SUN WE SMILE TO THE HEAVENS THE LAST LOOK BACK AT HELL STARVING POVERTY BEGGING STARVING POVERTY BEGGING STARVING POVERTY BEGGING PAINTING PLAYING POETREE PAINTING PLAYING POETREE PAINTING POETREE PLAYING DRAWING CREATING LIGHTENING BRIGHTENING THE HIGHLIGHTS SKY LIGHTS CLOUD LINES HE LOVES NOTHING BUT MOVES TOWARDS ME MY MAN MY DOG MY LOST HANDSHAKE MAN MADE MOVEMENTS THE MOON THE STARS THE WORDS THE WAYS STAY THREE CHEESEBURGERS, CURLY FRIES, AND A STRAWBERRY MILKSHAKE POVERTY SOMETIMES THINKING SOUTH SATILLATE SATURN AND STARVING BEGGING FOR YOU TO GIVE ME FOOD LIGHT ENERGY OMITTING THE MOMENT THE TIME THE DAY THE WAY WE SAY HELL YEAH HIP HIP HORRAH PLEATHER PRAYERS PONDERING MOG MPEG MP3.... M&ENIMEM AND ME.... MOGDALINI.................... PICASSO TACOS... ANSWERS IMPRESSIONIST... DANCE MOVEMENT... MICHEAL JACKSON... SURREALIST SPIT SPLASH OF CUM LIGHTLY SALTED OVER HER CLIT MOTHER FUCKER WANNA A BEST TIME EVER.... FEEL.......... THAT... LOVE.... FOR THAT GIRL.... LOVE DALI.......... MORE THAN.... YOU ......... LOVE ................................ DRINKING. FALLING... MESQUITO BITE... MISSPELLED SENTANCE.... SOFT PRANCE... LOST IN THE... UNKNOWN UNDERGROUND... BETTER FOR... GET TO.... WORK... ON TIME.... TEATHER BALL LEATHER... TEA TIME EXPLOSION......... HOME FORECLOSURE... ON THE OUTCOME INTO......................... ECONOMICALLY VIABLE POSITIONS... STILL AVAILABLE............. QUIT SCHOOL... DROP OUT... TUNE IN.... TUNE OUT.......... QUIT RULES, .................... QUIT FOOLS................. I LIKE TO QUIT SCHOOL... QUIETLY.................. QUIETLY......... QUIETLY.................. SKIP LOAN PAYMENTS SKIP HOLIDAYS SKIP BIRTHDAYS SKIP MOTHER'S DAY SKIP FATHER'S DAY CRY EVERY DAY KEEP THE DOCTOR AWAY I LIKE TO QUIET EVERYTHING..................... NIGHT TIME... RELAX... GO GET THERE... GONE TO BED.... CIGARETTES ARE BAD FOR YOU BUT WITH ONE CIGARETTE YOUR NEVER ALONE SO BE BACK.... HERE.... TRUTH BEYOND MOMENTS LIKE A MAD MAN BUT NOT MAD DALI SAID THAT LIKE A MOMENT SHARING CARING UNDERSTANDING THE UNIQUE BALACE AUTHORITY ANSWERS WORDS WRITTEN LIKE QUESTIONS DISGUISED AS ANSWERS LOVE A MAD MAN WHO AINT MAD AT NOBODY BUT HIMSELF DRUGS MIX MY DRINKS TILL SUNRISE I SAID THAT CHARDONNAY CREAM AND RAIN I WAS FALLING THROUGH IDEAS AND DREAMS VANILLA CHOCOLATE DOVE BECOMING ONE WITH LOVE SHEDDING LOVERS SHREDDING CHEESE SLICING TOMATOS GREEN PEPPERS ONIONS MISSPELLED CITIES JALAPANEOS HABANERO PEPPPERS MAKING SHRIMP ROSEMARY GARLIC TACOS ON CORN TORRILLAS {CIGARETTE: FOURTEEN} I Fell Out of The Briefcase Next to the Moon Under A Sea Of Midwest Prairie.... Big Blue Cream Rolling Through The Waves of Early Morning Clouds 0r early m0rning yawning. I WAS ONCE A HUMAN BUT AM NOW A ROBOT Run three miles, fifty push-ups every hour or so, 1000 crunches, 30 bicep curls, and three cigarettes. The power of silence and the conquest of lonely broken family neat little mess of nest.... never give up we are one with each other although so often at times prays travel distances through the night basking loneliness Just a Cowboy With Glass Boots What a great night couldn't say I have any complaints...picking up the garbage and throwing it in the waste basket.... bye now garbage...it was a true pleasure to consume you. Cups, Plastic Bottles, Cigarette things...wild ones, smart ones, stupid ones, skinny ones, fat ones, freaky ones.... Anybody want to come to my private.... sweet bliss is the promise of ancient long ago civilizations. Wow, it sure is a great day to be a dime a dozen with a diamond in the rough for a cousin...belief in boredom...sun rising smiles, and soft angel hot pink drip flowing through the energy of the eardrum...shake down bodies like heaps to the rhino war drum. Time & Silence. You sea your birth, your life, your death, your the doctor of your every breath. gilbert beach radio × gilbert beach rado × glass boots experiment × gilbert beach dawson × poetry × spoken word × mountains × clouds × sky × art × elefunctionism × impressionism × surrealism × lemons × wine × oranges × imagination × apples × music × experimental visionary ‎$$$GLASS BOOTS$$$ $$$EXPERIMENT$$$
 We appreciate fine drink, fine woman, and money by the fistfuls, not to mention last but certainly not least tacos, coffee, and cigarettes. Without The Wind $$$Glass BOOOTS EXPERIIIMENTZZZZ$$$ I will take you Without The Wind $$$Glass BOOOTS EXPERIIIMENTZZZZ$$$ I will break you Without The Wind... {CIGARETTE: FIFTEEN} I HAVE FELT THE STING OF A THOUSAND CIVILIZATIONS CRASHING BEFORE RELIGION, REJECTIOIN, AND SELF-BABY EGO REVOLUTION. A SAVAGE ROARING RIP THROUGH WATERFALLS, WASTELANDS, LOST CITIES UPON THE AMERICAN CONSCIOUSNESS-SUBURBAN FLOW OVERDRIVE OF FRENCH FRIES AND FRIED BRAIN INTENTIONS. PLITTER PATTER GOES THE PAINT BRUSH OFF THE CHATTER CHAMPION SWISHER SWEETS LIKE THE SOFT TOUCH OF A BLOOD SPILL. LOST IN YOUR CITIES TOOTHACE AND A RATHER UNIQUE LOSS OF SADNESS...LOST UNIVERSE OF INTERNET DILECT WELCOME COMPOSITION BOOK, GLAD TO HAVE YOU HERE AND DOING GOOD AT THE MEETING TONIGHT. YOU’RE MY HOOK-UP I am a fierce and forgotten dumb American bad bastard of the get high on your individual self-times. I explode in the distance beyond that beer chug gin crowd clouds of white pearls flow like teeth under cowboy hats made of straw and soaked in shit. There for it must be set forth in freestyles along swaying consciousness, damn dirt bag type wire typed me holding my heart on fire again. I made my change, I like being angry, I made my way, and I will die in poverty. Your gallery is my toilet tinkle paper. The work in your gallery is not even good enough to be my doormat. That’s not cocky, that’s this ugly dick you call reality. It’s a fucking hung horse, mass murder, and psycho candy eater. Fuck your worthless causes wasting all your money on that creepy whore education of yours. Fucking idiots. Fucking pretenders. Fucking dead lovers. Police killing protesters. Intense burn from the fork hitting the toaster. {CIGARETTE: SIXTEEN} LOAN TREE FIGHT WITH YOUR MIND NOT YOUR THRIST FOR THE FIST, DEAF IN THE DRAFT OF ANOTHER DEATH PUBLIC PROTEST. I LIKE MISSPELLED CITIES SPRAY PAINT BACK WARDS, FORWARDS, ATTENDING TO MY PRESENCE IN ANOTHER HOT GOLD OLYMPIC METAL SENTENCE. I leave your frustrated sexually transmitted piece of brain shit behind fucking cowards. The subject is demonstration, the choice is to kill your wallet then kill yourself. Why? Because the self evolved back through that rich motherfucker’s ego, swaying in broken rotten rich in oil fields slathered on oceans like peanut butter and jelly. How long do we let these fucking criminals get away with fluffing our local congressman’s campaign? I was lost, little loser of the lightening strike, broken ghost hangings, dead friends never leaving the brain/memory prison sentence. There mine, there my beautiful friends for a goddamn fucking mother sucking god damn hell heaven soft spoken cursed out outer space stance, god heaven...cream over with money or kill me now, because I’m to high volume, slow velocity, high detail and hell bend on brain fucking this world. Hang lassie from the Garage Door Opener off flying glass saucers subconscious and plastic piss and lifeless tittles shit shattered brain batter of the third dimension. It’s my life this shit basket filled with acrylic autism like paint spattered pleasant pondering nothingness. It’s me...I fucked my life...it’s me...I took my life...it’s me fitting and fighting with butter knifes knight hoarder of the fucked and bad brain sequences. Shit stance, barely breathing, broken like a shunning dog shat paddle pondering past sentence, vast misspellings, seated here...right here...in this lonely studio watching transcriptions reveal aqua destiny I fucked my wallet write over my reworded tickets. Here’s my cock like a squirt gun filled with cranberry juice lick here. I’m a planner, I’m ass jammer, feel good with bad behavior, broken glass bottle stab you write like a diamond ripe inside fruit.... flowing blood all over your face. {CIGARETTE: SEVENTEEN} ALIVE ON ANSWERS FROM THE DEAF AUSTIC SUN CHILD SHOWERING IN COWARDS, CASH, CADILLAC CUM BUCKETS I became the poet angel from flying record heaven, hell little bitch borrowed and changed out for bubble gum. Girls like dogs hanging from garage openers. Gift like dicks and handkerchiefs my spare change dead brain. Freestyles late night empty understandings, shit stained cities, throw-up in my gutter dream. This dick held in wind with wild emotions eating my waterfall of back stabbings and back to the bitch ass who wants me to travel 3000 miles to get ripped off, left for dead, ditching food lines, pennies in my eyes. Back ass bitch road taking deep throat in the alley of answers, embody the embryo of your fallen relationship, gather your last paycheck, tighten your perched shoulders and shit your dick out your ass. Welcome to the dark side of Dawson, dead like a ditching desert of air...fuck your degree while I choke you with my cock paint gun filled with meth, coke, heroin, oxy, and dead hair...sober now and never no more. These drugs were evasive but my ego embraced them and fell in love with their individual ideals. Foes flowing and cowardly cleaning with the shark toothbrush, take a bite out of my back before you kiss my ass give me all your cash. It’s so beautiful when my junkie buddy steals twenty’s and diamonds from his dumb bitch motherfucker like hanging memories of loving mothers. {CIGARETTE: EIGHTEEN} {I had to make the first book quicker than I cum, which is pretty freak like and fast on shit head shoulders, 15 minutes of being a laughed at shit fuck on T.V. Protect your values and point your dick gun at that cop’s donut.} Claw of changing reality reach out for the king and point to the bastard of the boss and brush us with terrified tickles. Poster princes of pimp hop should push their lips around this space funk penis from patience of my mother right to your hard wish for fuck ass wipe Jordan’s and wasteland dope peasant freestyle bad bitch dressed nicely nickel the size of your talent Tick like a time bomb and kill the believing brief of bullshit literature of two kissing lovers and a shoplifting flame throwing pyromaniac Santa Claus stealing boy scouts Christmas trees. I stole a dead infants death statue worshipped over my life and brought the bought of boutique and BBQ cigarettes, fast clits, and fine girl’s boyfriends bitch ass Japanese car. Genius Asian boys go on me while I droned some lines of meth smoke with fast clits in tight sexy blue and hot pinkish yellow pussy showing dresses. She loved me, I told her “Fuck your money, Fuck your life, forget your memory, and Remind me later I fucked you bitch.” {CIGARETTE: NINETEEN} HAND OVER FIST PUPPETS LIKE PAINT SPLATTERED SPOILED AND DEAF OVER DEAD DANCING POETS. What a fucking joke this gesture, can’t even give a free shit basket a good lick off the city shit fuck this cumbasket, got a million don't give a mother fuck forgotten funk angels on guitars shaped like gutters. Little tittles stabled to rocks, fine ass motherfucker just got his haircut. Shaking down the cutter bitch drinking Bacardi banjo cocktails puking out pizza and cheese sticks after I fucked her pussy brains, gave her a fistful of insults disguised as compliments as good advice. We took the door for the dare devil slinging beers at some shit box called a bar about four miles down the fail foot path of broken shoes, subconscious surrealist shithead dreams: I seal these before I sale them, I tell em' to fuck off and talk to the cops in a straight jackets. Those fat donut chugging bastards think I’m a member of the humor human handover the keys policy. ID your identity of intellectual property; shoplifter soul stances shit stained sweat brains blow up atomic bombs like poverty. Killed himself as a true talent, fell apart, went to go, got off, and scored another gram of the god-like stuff…. automated my mind to tonight, lick tits on salty skin think of fetuses dying desert of lopped of hero’s heads. We brake dance to the tune of breakdowns, get thrown on probation and piss off the government because we refuse to take it like a pussy. Kill the individual receiving a group paycheck from our taxes they should shove their bear spray cuffs up their pepper police officer asses and ask for answers. I hate cops because their pant’s thieves. Mental game changers color me in your destiny we with diamonds thorough cash build ups of the 21st century. I hate to kill myself for another deaf rich man, I would hate to give my gold thought process for a succession of mounting debts disguised as a mountain of pennies like peanuts. These goddamn morons started in on me thinking I was too poor and drunk to defend my values, vibrations, or kill defiled cities. I cum on cum dumpsters, decay mountains, and digest the desires of dead drunks dreams passing police officers the bird as they shit by the cruiser ship and stare gold brains into heavens vast like violent vigor of the sketch on sky. Dear Mom, when you threw away my painting, you threw away a piece of my heart that I will never have back, a piece of love I birthed and grew to love. Dear Friend, when you painted over my art you painted over my heart and left me to shit house addiction bad answers to good people and unimaginable brain death sentences. Dear Teacher, when you told me I would never go to college when I was barely a young man, you through my dreams in the shit basket, you killed me without knowing I was too young to understand that your just a dumb ass bitch who should go to hell and shovel dicks in your mouth by every new visitor. Dear college counselor, when you told me not to follow my dreams I knew you where a fucking joke and sinner who spiritualizes in natural disasters, I set you up and you ate the bate and made the degree as bout as worthless as an assault victim who just go denied unemployment. Dear girlfriend, when you said you never want to see my fucking ugly face again, you made me your sword idea enemy. Now it’s your turn saggy tits, loft those dicks right on your cheek, tongue and between those flapjack tits. Dear me, why do you give a fuck about asshole from the past and let them push to the next dimension of buried dicks in the desert. Air answer me in short autistic breathes…this is your life…you didn’t take charge….you creamed in your pants while you screamed, “I don’t give a shit.” It’s a fact: if I believed in love, patience, friends and family than I would have never accomplished a goddamn idea. I would have whined up wounded and bleeding, barely breathing, bitch ass fire, deaf breathing, can’t talk tonight-too busy crying. Clever little retard with receipts stuck to his sheets his sorrow was in front of his feet maestro machine. Left over machete of the free and falling and I kill desires, leave fires, and cream cowards into believing in lost cities filled with cream dreams of the third dimension, diamonds and patience, pondering second hand revolutions. {CHAPTER: TWENTY} Forgot to freestyle and stare at tiny pussy and patience, from PCP, meth and brain cells dead city teeth decay social decay face killing billboard fear spreading advertising fuccos. It’s my nature that haunts me in hollow movements of man-made disclosure diamonds of desire, keep your eyes closed, it’s a bad trip tonight, heart break carousel of crap loads of cum buckets, beach blues with no towel and tether sandals. Dead diamond of desire we flow higher and higher till we break off and bleed in new horizons, like hell bent situations of drug infused ideas on orgasms. I like cities misspelled backwards, maestros drinking cocktails and taking it in the asshole. Answering machines going down on televisions. Visionary of the 21 century how dare you? I dare, I care, and I’m a dead dick in the wind, heartbreak over hell in ham sandwich. We fever fighters run to the counselor for frozen advice and soothing climates spread then by free coca colas, sprites, or clear Pepsi. Here I come motherfuckers, and I am not coming nice, never, no way, wayward of the unknown blast. Bitches fall to my feet and throw me flowers made of cum and piss. This art shit is a death certificate, a dead array of answers that my family ignores, my friends hang their heads down at me, tell me "don't ever talk like that to me, end your bullshit, kill your body, and clean your ideas like dreams off the whistle. {PACK: TWO} {CIGARETTE:ONE} LETTERS TO THE LOST UNPANTS PSYCHO, STUPID COPS EATING DONUTS AND SEARCHING FOR THEIR SOUL WHILE THEY SEARCH THROUGH POCKETS LOOKING FOR MISCELLANOUS OBJECTS AND POT PIPES. Upside to intellect infants is they fancy bad behavior and hard booze with rotten women smoking salvia in the back of my grey Buick. America is the roast of the day peed on the governor’s lawn and set her campaign car on fire; guess I really am a free stealing statue of unborn children from the city graveyard. Gave it to some dead bitch I wanted to be my on and off again girlfriend. Never hit that pussy, but made friends with her parents. Pure and potent confusion on the rapture of the intellect BB gun BBQ over paid private school scribble on the sniff glue, huff too much air cans tonight, it’s tater tots for sexy legs on bad cum teaser trailers that gave the best parts of the movie to the make-up swallowing her eyes under night light side streets. Rubbing my pussy cock with coke fingers and glick glock genius gas masks masturbatory mean ass motherfucker. Forgotten friends like frozen lovers tell you they’re too busy to be fucked off so obvert obvious under water moment. Sinking write on the carpet with paint markers, spray paint over masterpieces, dumb heartless little dick pretending to be one with art, you paint one with art if you have to make your mark over an innocent mans dreams. Mark here for shotguns and shit storms, shat stained brains feeding money to private assholes holding their big gold god cock on the genius scene. {CIGARETTE: TWO} LOOK AT THAT RETARD CLASS FROM THE EIGHTIES CHURNING OUT ALL THE STDS AND SOCIAL DISASTERS, POET TREE FINGER BANGS OFF THE CUM PAPER. Critics like dick-licking cocksuckers of sorrow shooting faulty freestyle issues into the storm of intellect, interior of my veins. Oh, I’m sorry forgot to bring the kneepads so you could suck my dick off till I cum on your face. Couldn’t give the fucking dream away let alone sale it to some asshole, bitch ass art gallerists, mother fucking untalented assholes need their lips sewed to their lies, fed shit, fed violent subconscious images. Killed my baby you mother fuckers, I plan on showing you the same treatment, can’t wait to watch your bitch leave because I can’t give you my a break off my subconscious shit stance on banker with nothing but a cock holding a pen in his house. Fuck sobriety, you called, it’s time to kill you for all you stand for and go kill myself…I lost my lover’s, I lost my education, I lost my job, fuck hell, mother bitch ass answers, I kill you if you pull out that money and show me your empty wallet. Explain to me how you blew on some self-sacrificing bull shag off a period rag. I get off on getting you drunk and finger banging your fucking wallet…wish well while we drink to your death and say “fuck it, prison is better than bowing down for this underweight, underwear pulled over tight on clutching fingers grapping tears. {CIGARETTE: THREE} DREAMING BY THE STRANGLE OF THINGS OPEN UP YOUR EYES KEEP ON CRYING HE IS HAPPY HOLDING ONTO THE THOUGHT OF ME OF FIRE OF YOU OF DESIRE PASSIONATE RESPONSE HUMAN BEING Take that thumb’s up of your social network and stick it up your brain better than your answer about your loose asshole. I feel you clutching a wasp of pubic membranes leaving the bleeding loser to fall in retard class with period stained grades and bad religion. I love church, especially when they pass that money bucket around, always good for a ten for some merlot, six pack of heavy high pollution programs of brain goddamn working with a fucking a hangover…waiting for this fucking religion bullshit to die….evolution is more than Christ and we laugh as we come every Tuesday for donated food, food bank guilty ass charged motherfuckers finger banging your freedom right next to your burning flag. I’m killing this dream, fuck it I’d rather die then make a fucking faggot like Andy Warhol clutching a cock with his bullshit and slave labor. Taking credit for hard work while he goes down on another wallet….fuck that faggot barium badly wanna be, greasy shit stain advertising piece of tomato can crabs with poop scars for lips. Let me go you motherfucker. Let me go daddy. Let me go mommy. This isn’t a choice anymore, answers like assholes licking you back to the quiet desert. Childless mother is my mankind…woman is my heartless love break earth quake, quick sand questions for and from destiny we died clutching diamonds that our friendship shaped in form with stone, fire, and freedom, recluse of retard patience. I come into the bank licking my lips no over draft protection let that money clit licker know who he’s believing in, who’s he’s giving money back too, I kill banker’s like a great porn star kills cocks with her blown out asshole. Skeletons of saliva subconscious clouds clinging to hold on to my empty closet…ahh you think I give a fuck if I hurt your feelings…now I’m burying your feelings in front of fucking empty desert, dead ass wallet, wish were sucking on this straw of sex, feel that cock of coke in my nose, I’m only five years old, don’t know what to do, some dude talking my brother into taking a bicycle ride so he can suck my dick, I couldn’t tell you this unless mescal and wild men didn’t know it’s me, I think you should grip that gun and give yourself a new gift before you come in here. As long as your a social network fag, never mind, I will never subscribe to you or believe your worthless city of thoughts, hey meet me when we are getting our head lofted off, by and because were robots to the rich man, fucking artists your work sucks...you suck...your ideas suck...oh... oh.... poor baby...why don't you rebuild like 911, cost me college education, god blessing, been waiting for this death sentence...I hate the art and things you act like I wish I could just pull the fucking trigger of my double pump hot pink poet tree shotgun...holding it right over your open and understanding heart...your a moron if you don't understand why I chose to be chow and understanding, molested drug user, fuck you, and fuck peace, de friend me Shit stained cities want me to cum on them, tether ball of leather destiny...dire, dead, deaf depression, space queue autism, fuck my ear, throw this body in the fire. {CIGARETTE: FOUR} FUCK LOSERS CLEANING MY TEETH AT YOUR MONEY, SHOOTING DRUGS RIGHT NEXT TO MY DREAMS...FEELS GREAT I am going to finger fuck this bottle of booze before the lover’s noose. Bad news on a daily basis, back to you America, cops gang rape a ripe tard on the section six-six page. A graphic rip on the surfboard of surfed out subconscious dead dreams pay dirt like a swing set made of gold clinging the waste of wasted dreams held in high regard in back alleys. Savage rip break dancing into a rant and running right through the American subconscious. Trucks filled with high school girls holding grilled cheeseburgers whoop and holler and this fine motherfucker stained dirt holding a shovel. Night skies bleed ideas out of angels; we hold hands with Horus and soar through vast concrete sentences. Watch this prism explode when I dream into the space of excellence. {CIGARETTE: FIVE} MOMENTS LIKE MORONS DEAF DESERTS GOD LIKE CUFFINGS TAKING THE PANTS OFF MY BROTHER, DON'T THINK I'LL FORGET YOU, I WILL RISE TO END THIS GOVERNMENT, HUMAN PETTING ZOO, SPECIAL JUST LIKE YOU SNIFFING GLUE, SNICKER'S BARS, CRACK HOE SUGAR CANE, AND PRETTY BEAUTIFUL BLUES...caps aren't screaming your just a tired follower who needs an ass full of forgiveness with freedom like destiny I want to paint your mother’s dead lover and her dog’s. We false either ego ways, soft like sun and seas and below mind’s eye aided wondered butter knife hurt me like a psycho all cut up in front of forever stance, shit buckets, Cadillac cum buckets and bad circumstances I forgot to mention that all the art work in my book is 3D ready and if you got some 3D glasses I suggest you seriously check it out and let me know what you think, yep, that's the way this is going to be. Yesterday at 11:25am a glittering check back into genius reality fuck your {CIGARETTE: SIX} Freestyle late night empty understandings, and oh babe, that sounds great define me...right below my cock underwear weary wishing it wasn't so short Asian son.... Ahh... Let me flick that skin across your cheeks for another drink or two... You education is bullshit, your family and you to.... Freestyle late night empty understandings, and oh babe, that sounds great define me... Right below my cock underwear weary wishing it wasn't so short Asian son.... Ahh... Let me flick that skin across your cheeks for another drink or two... Your education is bullshit, your family and you to.... Freestyle late night empty understandings, and oh babe, that sounds great define me... Right below my cock underwear weary wishing it wasn't so short Asian son.... Ahh... Let me flick that skin across your cheeks for another drink or two... Yours truly, education is bullshit, your family and you to.... {CIGARETTE: SEVEN} RESPONSES LIKE SURFBOARDS WITH KNOW WIND, SNOW, KNOWN IN NOW...FUCK FORGOT I MISSPELLED YOUR GOD, LET ALONE YOUR BLESSINGS, BE ONE WITH THE SHITSTANCE, SATURATED GOLD, DEAF SENTANCES RESPONSES LIKE SURFBOARDS WITH KNOW WIND, SNOW, KNOWN IN NOW...FUCK FORGOT I MISSPELLED YOUR GOD, LET ALONE YOUR BLESSINGS, BE ONE WITH THE SHITSTANCE, SATURATED GOLD, DEAF SENTANCES JUST AN ARTIST WITH NO MONEY AND WELL FED, BAD SHOES, BAD ASS PROBLEMS WITH 80'S BULLSHIT TRENDS HAPPENING IN MY 21ST CENTURY DEPRESSION LIKE GHOST HANGINGS IN MY CONTROLLED SKELETON LION FIGHTING CLOSET...MASS ENTERTAINMENT.... INTELLECTS AND KINGS, JACK OFF TO ME I hate facebook, your the stupidest fucking mother fucking program fucks I've ever met in my fucked up stupid fuckin life, fuck you, faggot, this is temporary, I'll be back to put my cock in your ear and free you where you belong Some line don’t feel superior until repeated and yelled out of the top of outer space lungs gas smoke dead helium hell heaven I don’t know is that a genius Fuck em Leave em alone Run for the fire Were just dorky fucking programmers And you’re goddamn right. Gilbert beach Dawson will set you on fire beyond a broken computer. I fucking despised computer programmers’…cocksuckers of the lost shield of mindset and brain stance. Shredded shit everywhere, yells come from the same stance all over the fucking place till I die till I get better. I will be a utter, a Woke up a paint angel, bothered by my reflection, regrets, and promises. I keep my heart right under this chain, I keep this heart chained, charmed and commend over, much like princes eating lucky charms. Three in the over clock cock coke snorting mother fucker eating 3D dreams of the third dimension of diamonds, biting crock clits, demon dreams, and blood squirting dildos with sweet dreams bird less wings, razor blades, scraped the saliva resin and begin the love crime. I hate everything this fucking website is growing to, best wishes in your nightmares good programmer, it's not your fault you worship a cocksucker like Zuckerberg.... Facebook is a marketing advertising joke that needs more sensitivity before making mass money. I had a fucking Internet surf meltdown on the social network scene. It's very difficult for me to see 1500 people every minute who are enjoying their life with friends and family. I'm positive that I'm not the only one who feels like shit on this social scene. Every contact creamed me into the million-mile bus ride just to make a god like thing happen. Nothing is happening, I'm looking for the knife so I can plunge it right thorough this soiled heart. Heaven had answers for me, let me free, my father ignoring me, telling me to change and absolutely filled with worthless answers that all resort back to booze. He amazes me with his booze blames, never blaming himself; perfect pervert of bullshit and bad times. I have had little to no desire to be in the presence of his company. {CIGARETTE: EIGHT} MY SHADOW HEARS ME OPEN UNDER THIS FLUID MOONLITE NIGHT, HERE I COME LIKE FUCKING WILD WIND STORM< RIPPING YOUR DOOR OFF YANKEE YAWNING YOUR MIDDLE FINGER THIS WAY. GOOD, I LIKE TO SEA THAT IN THE MINDS EYE THIS EVOLUTION IS MINE FOR THE TAKING OVER BOILED BUTTER AND HOME INVASIONS. This gallery is dusty and lonely, dark slithery snakes roll by the glass windows. I am in the back corner of the far suite where the artists set up their work areas; I've been here for three days living on cheap beer, Mexican showers, coffee and water. I feel my mind flux flowing in waves of shattered sub consciousness, nest of prayers, and poison through these veins keeping me alive and shake-free. The hands hold high value in the alcohol. My soul is with ancient ghost now brother, I love you, they embrace me and give me that god ego to kill it then end this skin with skull, membranes, veins, blood and spoiled sensitivity emotions. The basement was a bad black place filled with shadows, soiled Nintendo games, shop lifting; what a fucking relief to fuck major corporations, a child hood passion for making my angel like mother who never did anything to anybody cuffed. Fucked over on that crosskicking faggot knuckle wagged whore cunt endless lines of coke stuffed in a balloon shaped newspaper. I kill a child shaped molester; clean the happiness out of this monster. Take a year of pot probation in Wyoming for holding back on what is sure to be his swollen asshole behind me is the shovel ready to go across your water shaded face…feel fresh. Good. It’s time for me to chop one of your nuts off and feed them to my little asshole dog; yaw know one of those dogs that’s so annoying and worthless that only rich people have love for them. I got money now, so it’s time to spend that cash and cum on your brain stance, ruin your life, pull down your pants and shove a screw driver up your brome filled ass. Feels good having sex with faggots when you’re a five year old…feels real sweet while your family tells you it’s just teenage love….I was ten, that hardly a teenager. Hey Wyoming, it’s your nightmare, it’s your idea of your great heroes, it’s your bullshit, killing all my friends, killing my family. Take away this assholes freedom and fuck em. Do you want a blanket for your bi-polar tendencies, ahh looks like you want to give some rich fuck all your paycheck for some cunt who judges harshly and holds the cell phone like a cock right next to her lips. That’s my ol' girlfriend you mother fucking wannabe genius shit head. Hi, it’s me again, but now I got a double steel pump shotgun to your shithead brains got a good bank account, good for you but we eat food not money mother fucker…so it looks like your dead as shit like a cat hanging from a garage door opener. Critics right here misspelled shitting in your asshole, government officials come to my back room give me a little blank check and suck this cock right here like a broken fake as black welfare recipient sucking dick for glass and crack. {CIGARETTE: NINE} Track down your mental chapter where you lost that misspelled city. Track down your soul and pit bull it against your sorrow shield, cut skin, holes in your head ego. I sat down by the broken cemetery outside of my cities park, crumbling in snow with rotten fingers and white teeth, filled with youth and yearning yells behind knee headaches and headless hooker tears terrorizing my economy Mr. dead and assonated president. Back to that thought, if you want to be the leader of this country, I hope you plan to lose your life if you’re an over paid, over supported, liar leading us to no where, dead and ditching like these ghost fingers on soft tits, coke, meth, fuck your politics with these brain bullets. I watched our leaders membranes flow over the back of a hot black cherry nigger Cadillac, a true ghetto cruiser gifted with a million years of government help on White boy hangings. It felt good to play jump rope with the sentences that stained your unforgiven heart with good feelings on bad answers, calling me a chaos racist never knowing I was the direct descent of the roman that hung Jesus. Sorry shit stance it locks me in like blocks, hurt me, smashes my skin, every morsel, like wet concrete, I’m sinking, death sentence, deaf friends, no family, no parents, what is poverty, it is impatient and fucking crazy like a razor sharp dildo that chops your brains an d all your depressing holiday feelings over it’s nuts with a plastic shovel….didn’t work, let’s work on that, let’s let go and bury your fucking worthless fat body in the goddamn beautiful dirt. I'm in on fighting with the hot tango wango mango magnet believer of this night, worshipping sand, cut off your hands. Drug dealers ditching and making my family disappear. I will fight, I will love, and I will shake you down right in front of your money with a fist full of heaven and burning your pockets full of money. It's time the artist stands for self, community, and crazy. Fuck peace, embrace your brain membranes, fuck drugs, can I get some more please. I smoked this shit so I could write and witness this looks like it’s burying my dumb fuck body with those bad ideas, education, and my lost memory of my fucked up family. Bank check, stuff dick in your suit wearing mouth you fucking faggot, die green with a rotten scaling skin chicken in your asshole. One by one, I hope to get to the point after I cut your nuts off, to pull your teeth out while I read you fucked up kid’s books by executed psychos dressed as ass kissing clowns. {CIGARETTE: TEN} RESPONSE GET YOUR PRETTY HEAD CHOPPED OFF AND EATIN WITH CHERRIOS FOR LUNCH, NO ONE LOVES A LOSER, SO I DECIDED TO SHOPLIFT MY DESTINY...THANKS HOT PINK FAGGOT ART GALLERY Misspelled like a murdered pussy. Sub-cities, Sub-circumstance, stub-forever like a misspelled reader believing their write. While your reading save your collecting ass implications for the intellect standing with your wallet burning your money, wild desert ditching like cum in my mouth, salty flower, free and forever from this moment…and only eight years old. Mumbling in the back corner of a jail sail away cell, free toothbrush, good counseling, breakfast, lunch, dinner and grape Kool-aid. I remember my freedom stripped from me, probably one of the more “wow” and “inspiring” intellect moments for better or for worse...I’m a natural born art mother given birth the old hand paint job. All these ideas are mine, my heart, my soul, I love them and watch them grow; grieve over the dead ones...never-ending sorrow splashed with confidence slash sloppy happiness. A nickel to my name, burning all the thoughts of money free and forever; my only goal behind a great well wisher of shit and show is to shop lift all your ideas, make you watch me fuck copyright…a real shit show on the mental rape scene sour context of social networking…sue me, fuck me, buy me some more drinks you fucking little machine moron absolute answers like assholes going down for a bottle of booze slash circumference brain stance in sentence…my peep hole…anger like angels. Got answers, save em, zip em, my zipper is down I got my junk in my hand before I suggest this stroke off beautiful cock violin dicks stabled to swollen rotten ghost pussies. If you’re an art dealer disease dealer than we will meet and I will cut off your dick, tits, and ears, why would I ever sacrifice my body for you dreary dreams dead man, that’s all you are is a dead piece of using shit, self circumstance waiting for vampires of porcelain headless scraps on inner cum stances, long winded misspelled sentences, that’s my oath to you, my honoree fuck off movement you fuck, you forgotten genius, you wasted piece of analyzing shat finger stance, deaf sentence. Genius postures like a rose thorn and tattled distance of keyboard shit star stances. We sit up all night talking shit and typing with hyper speed, no worries, life will auto correct me too. The kid was my hero, the craving circumstances of better graphics, betters desperate, killing zeros, while we behold and become beehives like zeros Where am I standing? Oh, not too much Just pissed because my parents don’t give a fuck if they don’t have my brother’s child in their life. Swim tank of family failures. {CIGARETTE: ELEVEN} JUST AN ARTIST WITH NO MONEY AND WELL FED, BAD SHOES, BAD ASS PROBLEMS WITH 80'S BULLSHIT TRENDS HAPPENING IN MY 21ST CENTURYJUST AN ARTIST WITH NO MONEY AND WELL FED, BAD SHOES, BAD ASS PROBLEMS WITH 80'S BULLSHIT TRENDS HAPPENING IN MY 21ST CENTURY These posts are my piece of American consciousness, for now your a witness, it's a copy and paste all over the American sub consciousness, chow dove peace, p.s. just explaining patience has no where to sit in this room. I'm feeling like family is just another dead sentence, another heartbreaking fight, and another string of endless never good enough nothingness. I took my last dollar to the bar and walked out with a book sold and a fresh twenty in my teeth's clutches. Cowards hold roses over my body, take one look at the petals and toilet the stem holding boundless color and soft beauty of my soon to be buried pen stripe suit with blue converse basketball shoes on. I’m dead now, nobody needs me, nobody loves me beyond the destruction of self, values, vibrations in soft sweet cellos rising off my sound. Pianos flood the room and ask the cashier for all the money. We in the wasteland have no remorse, no self, laugh at identity and crumble in front of nobody's in this sea of selfish selfless communication called the Internet. The rising tide of my personal persecution was executed into the back door of evolution; I will always stand outside this gallery window looking at the nicely dressed people drinking wine with crackers and expensive cheese. I'm ditching in this mindset and walk back to my drawing pad earth zone. Remind myself not to step over the edge, but I enjoy watching myself droned in sorrow, shit stances, broken televisions stacked like mountains. I walked away from the image of my dead body on fire in a human oven. I wish they would have let death machine be sold at wal-mart, I would inject myself with a shot of life booze. I talk to programmer ghosts on the other side of the wire pushing people’s thoughts forward in motion in matter of seconds. Motion pick of pitter-patter blue sorrow sway with poison stances in timelines. He sees my eyes are blue like the sea underneath light and sunshine. Red silhouettes of silos stranded along the white sheet of prairie extending past desert pasture lush with nothingness and in a weirder worried way a beautiful lush grain of landscape and parole clouds staggering in thin lines out in the welcoming part of nowhere: I’m here. {CIGARETTE: TWELVE} HE TOOK MY HEART I THINK HE TOOK MY SOUL BACK THROUGH A BURNING FIRE REMINDED ME OF THE EARTH I prepare to pretend not love her, even though I’m head over heels in gushing kisses, pussy licking patience, tastes like heaven; I could live in this memory for a million years. Live-forever with this moment, finger bangs your brains, and fuck your weak bullshit broken heart blues. Drag me the fuck out of your party in cuffs cuddled in tight next to the cut of skin off the flick of my wrist. I walk towards my computer and smell the stink of shit and rotten ass from the chair; smell great. I walked into the room with a broom and swept out all the assholes with bad frozen answers over the head and hell bent to ruin the peace of the environment. I am sitting in this memory, chained to it, controlled by it, clinging to the button, cute little ass in those monkey skin thongs...we breath over your skin and take a lick of the meth off the counter, grab the brain and dig through the carpet hoping for drugs, finding drywall; didn’t find out until it floored me down to the back of a teardrop, blood flowing, holes in my soul, scars on my face pores, dry and ashy skin. Shithead held a broken dream underneath the shovel. The fact is the freedom is forever, the fact is the fierceness and the freeness is sweet and brittle, the fact is the teeth are prophetic and prostatic. Took fifteen hundred liters of cheap wine to the membrane dome. Woke up with the crashing doom of another complete and total meltdown. Amazing that the forest cops didn’t show up and end this career. Those goddamn motherfuckers can eat shit and die fucking American motherfuckers eating cocaine and clits on canvas. We kill these mother fucker cowards with cold and poet potent people pastures purple was the war...we are the word, standing in this piece of recycled hell, the hamburger ate my cock, no matter, no mind, no mind me I'm busy getting molested, shoplifting, shithead, shards of grass sticking in my eye. I walked into the gallery with a machete and a machine gun brain stance, I fucked my space, I fucked myself and forgot my family all for the chance to eat off a spotted stained floor, and finger banged ass hole with holes in it's veins. I swallowed the anal heroin and rolled with the punches, big smiles on shopliftings with great ghost hangings. Fuck my ear my French brother/sister, set my American flag on my burning body...leave me with last great fuccos smoking crocodile meth and shooting drywall with sprinted smiles, over dose session over a fucking cappuccino, along the coward holding a gun to the innocent peppered sprayed rich man. Fuck your money and your movement, I rather die here, cut off my dick and stay angry...fuck your goddamn flag, and that governor, that prince, that president, sucking my dick, fucking everything I tell it to...goddamn heroin robot, goddamn fucking family...fuck them and fuck this holiday.... my french fried penis eating my soul right next to my victim ego...evolution was just another masturbation, mind bender, violin torture, spangled heaven, dying paint brush shot the draughtsman in the heart of indian land killed him with his ideas...killed intellectuals like bible tobacco terd balls. A fucking million of floating around sky like chocolate water balloons...I remember her glow giving my eyes the gift of humanity. I remember when that glow went with the skeletons packed in long suitcases shaped like sapphire laced gold milestones. Heaven's little hangover hurdled the clouds in the sky. Laid down in the bushes and washed this story to a soft jerk on the cleaver meat basket moron scene. Deep in the dig out blown over crap circle of shovel movement, we watch the rich man get his head torn off, limbs torn off, pulled by hot pink ropes with white bloods stains on hemp leaves we smoke Saturn’s of sorrow in deep subconscious nests layered in blue stars peeling through white moonlights in the sky. I currently hold the status of unsupervised probation. Rock cocks little children spray-painted across the open-heart surgery of the African American poet bomb. College, now, calls me “a genius, force to be faithful let alone free and reckoned with.” We gaze across the tech head limp nodes computing across memory screens, skilled leather on lathered consciousness, cream puff awareness. Good day in these holiday way seasons, split b

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