beaver tails and churchills

i had wanted to throw these royal parasites against the wall

every time i hear how excited we all are about another wedding~ that nobody with a brain cares about
unique way to display the vinyl
when is destroy everything day ?
i travel through thrift shops just to look at all the crappy things that everyone else has decided to be~ old / obsolete / outgrown
99 percent of all the vinyl LP's will sit forever until thrown out by more prudent managers
Libya ~ . . . Wisconsin, i'd rather die for teachers than for 3 dollar gasoline
and churchhills
the shear glossy beauty of old
the way i find you . . . beaver tail
8-TRACK Splendid
waiting to leave ~ orange
plug this machine in and instantly vaporise your retina
Alpine travel sun should be poetry written by wisps of men with broken guitar strings
i live in a pastoral world ~poorly painted
look at the freakin' kite with a rope ~ the mad colors ~ those ducks ~ that dress !
this is what i really look like ~ on the runway ~ from Milan's spring shows~

the whole world is a shelf ~ i just wish that this was a cookie
filled with explosives~ thrown through cute
the embalmed organs of breakfast~
carnival ~ we should all bring punch bowls to work and sip constant root beer floats
but i hate ice cream ~ as X wins
hand drawn plans for ultimate headplane design
spell bound i stare at this scene of domestic atavism~
A Muslim flag to fly over the White House before Friday's prayer
i slip myself notes
from meaningless moments of ~ NE!L~

read this fighting

by area ~ they mean everywhere

this used to be world ~ gone fishing

the blackberry brambles grow right into the very lives of people
organized crazy
a real life fucking tree~ weeping
other people's lives must be more interesting ~ must be more Victorian
a city full of haunted houses
every house is haunted
i am in love with closed / sun faded / dusty / damaged curtains / and what's behind

at times i feel~ that the great depression never really ended
i didn't sleep here ~ i walked by and wanted to bring coffee and doughnuts ~ and have them thrown in my face
a rebus dictionary the creation of this work of art has taken decades / weather and neglect
the whole world is empty and waiting
Publix Hotel Seattle Washington ~ should be rented to only gifted magical people who will die in fabricated flop house rooms staring at pieces of paper / fabric / string
that fire escape is like a love letter to a deadbeat God
smile as you say it ~ but say it
sorry ~ i can't read sign language ~ pictogram or rebus

i make fanzines for kids to destroy
can you find the hidden bum~ where he's hiding ?
death by~ handplane
in a more elaborate world ~ these dumpsters would attack /protecting the beauty of winding dirt paths to apartment
Jake draws comics
may your death be as picturesque

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