16/05/2013 - THIS ISN'T EASY

This isn’t easy for an apartment. This isn’t any easy apartment to know. Totting those guns make rainbows fly and turns them into ghastly pale imitations in the process. It isn’t nice when cockroaches drop their golden guns all over the tiled pavement. I told them not to fuck with me and they still did, just like the cactus and its hatchet honesty. The voice is like a kiss as the good times merge with prose. A gun is just a sigh do let’s just kill each other and have done with the entire rigmarole. I have tiger pulses shaving off the remainder of my shoulders; I have a clasp to withdraw when I do it. The harp leaves tremors and grief in goofy shutter cabinets, that’s how Troy was built. Questions were asked and charms never prospered.

                Intelligence leaves me to fend for the field agents and their undying obsession with coolant collie mixtures. Sugary heart attacks bulge along with the window panes and the deeply running shower. Home is not a place to wear leather jackets; it’s a damn cunt to become swollen in and nothing else. Spending the nasty with a surgeon’s face. A facial dirge if I ever did see one. Smearing blood types on lovely fingers and dilutes the face with various machinery and tensile terminology. Strains grant the tender one fish lips. Then I do indeed have a mentor in your good graces. I have a family of the untended and uninitiated; I have the prick in my aperture turnover. Whole haemoglobin doesn’t trust anyone with already sloping footsteps. God’s grace is the other day.

                She says she broke her tooth on a rye seed and all night they brought her home to be a hellish product of mischievous moaning. Wring your hands and that man lives to become a whore’s wept out seizure. LET ME TAKE A LOOK AT THAT WOUND BEFORE YOU ACT ALL UNFORTUNATE AND SHUN THE SIGNS OF DAY-SIZED UPLIFT. Where am I gazing? In the foolish direction? In the binned water feature? Suits blow over their pursed pocket lint and various micro managing buttons. The fray is like a friend in this patriarchy of flowing coattails. The fray is the friendly manner of absurdity making ripples and gestures in the tarmac. Bow low and this’ll be easy as paper tongues, as easy as snuffed statues of long since territorial missions to the Latin Platitude. You’re still on the right half of fun but that could easy go over to the matter of the pear and its feathery simper. What a predicament! What a tiny, laughable, cartoony predicament.

 

Iwenthometheonetimeandneveragainsawthegrammargetlessimpudentorplasticasthetimemadethelatterafiguretobereckonedlegallydead.

Thisisgrassyandcrazysodonotcrimethebosswithcrampeddeathsuspectsandpeachesofpapadematerialisinginabigballoffirearmboatriding.

 

I trump the very madness beauty let’s go unattended and blaring like leggy dress logic. The holes would be in the yacht if the Los Angeles Police Department didn’t try to throw duvet covers over my haystack complexion. Flames are simply divine and not worth missing when the transplant occurs whilst the chase for black clouds of smoke goes on.