everything was going to be. . .

everything was going to be great until you opened your big fat mouth. . .

went shopping for harvested wood~

cherry, maple, oak, purple heart. . .

rows upon rows of wasted forests. . . so we could have interesting architectural details to ignore while we watch TV

everything was going to be artsy. . . until people stopped killing pigs to build paint brushes

until we stopped using bristles altogether and painted with pure vegan surprise sunrise

every-morning, everything is going to be perfect because i eat the sun~for breakfast~ from slick dark rooftop

inhabit a world of boys in costume~ disguised villains

i really thought i loved surfing until i read these glossy heinous affairs of fantasy

where beauty is choked to death and applied with blunt red trauma

everything was going to be . . . vacationing homeless. . .  forever

everything was always going to be. . . Spittin' Cobra's !!!!

everything was going to be bearded. . . and perfectly Unibomber !

Don't say a word ! and everything will be alright. . . Rise with Us !

NE!L~