Aeomeo

01.29.08

yes boy i'am a daydream cocksure. Spill your fluid and ill drown. Oh god dearest, Annihilation is intense nowadays. Born to be bad but destined to be good. Oh yes yes pie filling holiday sunday dreamscape of cloud and brainliness! Im gonna say i once met someone a long time ago with an idea that there now a character in a play, it wandered around aimlessly looking for people, for a sure sign of life. Gave them some pudding yes i didnt. Ho. No Hos here mr corporate. Hey ho. Mrs vandebilt i forgot the lyrics to your shit so i made my own ok. Is this fucking clear here or what. Gonna publish this shit nigga'. In this corner we have a man with paper giving himself a cut on both sides of his divine lips. Watching him, im calling you from annapolis maryland. Got a three way phone going down and a lot of love coming up. French la las doom their children in the kind of scenery that you would expect to find behind you. Down the street, down to greet the homos feet. Fear of the fucking and sucking of the succulent steers. [AWKWARD but necessary use of language] I dont really subscribe to any particular manifestation i told him but this was out of the lot. Gotta think loudly and be conscious of your blinking. That i HAD totally forgot. He swears hes not to blame. I heard different. So were buying ladders. So were getting high. Ok. And this windmill turned a thousand times while i was there. Hiding. Living. Need so much space right now. so much right now he said in a vague fuck you kind of tone. Talking about tomorrow as ifif he were guaranteed it. Well ill give ya 50 bucks to tell me why. With no reason it was his and his alone. On the street a woman with a violin case stops at a fire hydrant nation lot map of the citys corn roast cobbing clubs. Plays me a song. I pay her to do it. We dont get along. She shakes and tears the strings with her teeth. Sobbing devotionally in front of the funeral home. Her father just died ina fire there. Nice i said. Nice you care i really meant. I want to say that Iam not for dueling on sundays. I have a re enactment of the crucifixion in my basement and this story has no limit. Jesus walks straight out of the wild west saloon swinging door stylin man o wars and straight on the cross. Then does this rise from the dead thing and goes straight back into them doors. I heard hell is behind there. I never want to know because its in my basement. I dont mind really, a friends sub land maybe but i spend some time there and i hate to tell the truth. Suppose in the basement your just that much close to hell ei ei ei?
I know a man named Cage. He comes straight out of nowhere and goes straight back in. I try and catch him. Cannot win. Tricks me to the sound of Curtis. Liars are my only friends i screamed towards his mother watching him continuously hide and show and that high speed with a handkerchief at her eyes. He still thinks hes in a play. They still think no one can see them.