Umbilical
05-05-2008, 12:01 PM
Written just now,
Rather unhappy with it due to creative congestion and blockages.
More-so, I need to get my head out of the litter and stop looking for Dahmer posters, and start to expand myself before I start to die just as much as I SEEM to be fearing it.
Thanks!
GUM:
I am retarded I don't speak so good or sleep so good like the dying sleep they're lucky
I felt myself urinate in my mouth a bit as I looked at her, I wonder why green eyes draw between the lines
and not outside of any permeating
reality homogenizing color-screen I screamed with happiness because all thoughts were redundant
when I saw your head in the class not castrated like the school photos of just you and your other personalities
I like them all equally, but more your body makes up for them, and makes out with them, I think
I always see you two together and merged and congealed like blood is Redfake Tomsauce on TV,
And my name is Tom, but you wouldn't know your right from left beautiful woman
so I left you alone, and my soul on the ground, as teacher told me that If I'm reLuctant to raise a hand in class and cause a raise
a rancor, A rigidity of the soul pervading the tenor and clamor of so many students zipping up their pants
And I neverEVER (aNd I swear and I swear, I swear I'm not a vulgar boy by name and site and mothers
favorite boy I am, especially when daddy's away at war fighting the battles for our peoples
and his dissonance is heard at the family table when we pray for god to bring him home, but not to hear, he has a new home STAY THERE Serve! your country needs you,
the pussy is on delay and delivered friday with fishies, so many that CLIMB UP THE STAIRS
HE STAIRS
STARES
I ask him how he so GOOD
He can jump a 2 at a time
and he says
JUST WATCH --
I Can jump a 12.
that's when mum sent dad away long ago to bars and things because he jumped a 2 many 12. not 2 or 12, but a 2 MANY 12. and they all bleeded and got their period from inside-out,
and I hear the inside-out, turn about, run away, run along, go run along boy and don't tell MUM
iZ where the truth be lie on saturday nights with closed doors and bad colds, and runny nose, and peeping tom CatchUpwit Cha gansta smile transitional saturdAyyz
and Subordination Monday, when the train came to take him a way, and I knew he lied away and Lies away for Lies Awake 4 recrimination as his cel cellular celluarish cell Ya Lata mate
goes and shows his back to front (wash your clothes and hang up em with YA pegs back tofront So they dry
you so DRY,
but why you so dry when nature replenishes you, with its wanton, easy feel of lubricated thoughts for Mash Potato, it's hard to go further than this,
with calling the next nxt (bus boy... beard, books, dreams, FISH) witness.
So yeah AS I WAS SAYING
****ING HELL! (heaven above absconding downwards to avoid judgment on the wrong day 'cause he SIMPLY lost track of time and felt someone else)
The fishies no longer crawl but we all hear that fishies only Got memory of 2 seconds,
and that's as long as it takes to wound a soul,
and get mum pregnant,
and my teacher,
and all boys if eventually god lets us get pregnant to be equal and homogenouz Zonneeesss... red, yellow, pink and boy zone. I'm zoning out, where's the phone,
I'm phoning mum to tell her I'm all alone, I'm going down, I'm 123, I wanna get outttaaaa here, I peed my pants, I can't dance, my willy touches the floor when I cross my legs and recite the little lamb
that was later strung up
not to eat on christmas,
but the feed he christ and his self-conceptions of marry self-righteousness.
Mary had a little lamb, his flees was white as snow,
and every time he came home late,
I don't know where he go,
he says he's hanging with his mates,
I think he's hanging up to dry,
but mums mouth is hanging open, and not with surprise.
Well, the story started and I got confused 'cause I'm not on my meds
and ADHD DUFMS Iz SOOO over-medicated 'cause it's overdiagnosed, so I figure US
real cases and nut cases and nutty fruits and I hate fruit loops the color red makes me mad
but apparently I'm color blind or so my nutty lovely sexy teacher said,
I stopped popping the pills and gave 'em too my mum instead
coZ I saw her cooking dinner real fast and was v v TICK TICK good job on your assignment, SCARED =(
Because she was muttering and sweating into the sister and the dinner
and eating and eating out of her house and home,
and I entered to the kitchen far away land,
and her hand was between her legs and the meet was looking red and raw,
and she was scraping her last bits of poultry onto the floor and cussing and screaming coz she says she sware she didn't no her husband would hav 2 pay 4 her sins
of negligence and watching tv too close and too many soap opera drama reruns and deposits and refractory stances and reformation of the heart
and touching too many at once, all subsidiary thoughts,
and she said sorry for me on behalf of the man holding up the doors
that she needed one last burst of the apple pie cherry for forgiveness that she let a man walk through my door
who was gonna implant me
and indoctrinate me into his cult of dick-feed and i Was SO YOUNG
She said but I feel like a big BOY
I said and she said it's only coz he told u 2 love yourself that you did it
and I said i did it way before, my birthday was first time,
and she cries but I felt guilty coz she didnt kno it waz alone i touch myself
she thought he teach me too much...
but I said mum its ok i learnt alot, i miss my dad, but apparently he now gets love from big boys who teach him in them bars and cold food but quick food
and very good routine and homework done (on time)
time is but a social construct
a contact of human rights
you stick to your 9-5 I stick it in you after 6
is 2 young.
so, in school it's True I peeded on the carpet and disseminated
media into the floor
and it went darker like white privilege between my knees,
and I proliferated
and sent msgs forth like butterflies
that oozed their own mucous extract
and I read newspaper clippings of his day of divine justice and
recompense,
and my money like yellow rain droplets bought me a raincoat,
and I mucousedd like a succulent sweet boy of juvenescence and building juvenile facilities
above around down and beyond my vacillating orchestra
hymn of cut-up poetry
fluctuation, as I hold it in before I continue to PISS
I LOVE IT HOW YOU CAN STOP HALF WAY AND CONTOL GOD AS YOU LET THE REST GO AND WARM
milk of NOT your mums breast,
but hot saliva drool of all nature you attribute to the **** of junk
a bad school Tuck lunch canteen women
you put inside of you
with machinery insides and manufactured candy and Maccas
and dreams of far away lands whose breasts are whiter than your spit of flowing wine
country land
that fills as soon as you smell its putrid fornication with dissent because your body never
gets rid of last drop of
urine
and your pants stick to yourself
and all other girls
but you
say you smell
of rotten egg on school days salad lunch sandwich wichsand sand The witch way YEAH
I huffed and I puffed and I spread to let my yellow flowing continuum (that you lie on) of seed go forth to tell the world
I ****ing stain u
and then mother makez me make the teacha wash it up.
Rather unhappy with it due to creative congestion and blockages.
More-so, I need to get my head out of the litter and stop looking for Dahmer posters, and start to expand myself before I start to die just as much as I SEEM to be fearing it.
Thanks!
GUM:
I am retarded I don't speak so good or sleep so good like the dying sleep they're lucky
I felt myself urinate in my mouth a bit as I looked at her, I wonder why green eyes draw between the lines
and not outside of any permeating
reality homogenizing color-screen I screamed with happiness because all thoughts were redundant
when I saw your head in the class not castrated like the school photos of just you and your other personalities
I like them all equally, but more your body makes up for them, and makes out with them, I think
I always see you two together and merged and congealed like blood is Redfake Tomsauce on TV,
And my name is Tom, but you wouldn't know your right from left beautiful woman
so I left you alone, and my soul on the ground, as teacher told me that If I'm reLuctant to raise a hand in class and cause a raise
a rancor, A rigidity of the soul pervading the tenor and clamor of so many students zipping up their pants
And I neverEVER (aNd I swear and I swear, I swear I'm not a vulgar boy by name and site and mothers
favorite boy I am, especially when daddy's away at war fighting the battles for our peoples
and his dissonance is heard at the family table when we pray for god to bring him home, but not to hear, he has a new home STAY THERE Serve! your country needs you,
the pussy is on delay and delivered friday with fishies, so many that CLIMB UP THE STAIRS
HE STAIRS
STARES
I ask him how he so GOOD
He can jump a 2 at a time
and he says
JUST WATCH --
I Can jump a 12.
that's when mum sent dad away long ago to bars and things because he jumped a 2 many 12. not 2 or 12, but a 2 MANY 12. and they all bleeded and got their period from inside-out,
and I hear the inside-out, turn about, run away, run along, go run along boy and don't tell MUM
iZ where the truth be lie on saturday nights with closed doors and bad colds, and runny nose, and peeping tom CatchUpwit Cha gansta smile transitional saturdAyyz
and Subordination Monday, when the train came to take him a way, and I knew he lied away and Lies away for Lies Awake 4 recrimination as his cel cellular celluarish cell Ya Lata mate
goes and shows his back to front (wash your clothes and hang up em with YA pegs back tofront So they dry
you so DRY,
but why you so dry when nature replenishes you, with its wanton, easy feel of lubricated thoughts for Mash Potato, it's hard to go further than this,
with calling the next nxt (bus boy... beard, books, dreams, FISH) witness.
So yeah AS I WAS SAYING
****ING HELL! (heaven above absconding downwards to avoid judgment on the wrong day 'cause he SIMPLY lost track of time and felt someone else)
The fishies no longer crawl but we all hear that fishies only Got memory of 2 seconds,
and that's as long as it takes to wound a soul,
and get mum pregnant,
and my teacher,
and all boys if eventually god lets us get pregnant to be equal and homogenouz Zonneeesss... red, yellow, pink and boy zone. I'm zoning out, where's the phone,
I'm phoning mum to tell her I'm all alone, I'm going down, I'm 123, I wanna get outttaaaa here, I peed my pants, I can't dance, my willy touches the floor when I cross my legs and recite the little lamb
that was later strung up
not to eat on christmas,
but the feed he christ and his self-conceptions of marry self-righteousness.
Mary had a little lamb, his flees was white as snow,
and every time he came home late,
I don't know where he go,
he says he's hanging with his mates,
I think he's hanging up to dry,
but mums mouth is hanging open, and not with surprise.
Well, the story started and I got confused 'cause I'm not on my meds
and ADHD DUFMS Iz SOOO over-medicated 'cause it's overdiagnosed, so I figure US
real cases and nut cases and nutty fruits and I hate fruit loops the color red makes me mad
but apparently I'm color blind or so my nutty lovely sexy teacher said,
I stopped popping the pills and gave 'em too my mum instead
coZ I saw her cooking dinner real fast and was v v TICK TICK good job on your assignment, SCARED =(
Because she was muttering and sweating into the sister and the dinner
and eating and eating out of her house and home,
and I entered to the kitchen far away land,
and her hand was between her legs and the meet was looking red and raw,
and she was scraping her last bits of poultry onto the floor and cussing and screaming coz she says she sware she didn't no her husband would hav 2 pay 4 her sins
of negligence and watching tv too close and too many soap opera drama reruns and deposits and refractory stances and reformation of the heart
and touching too many at once, all subsidiary thoughts,
and she said sorry for me on behalf of the man holding up the doors
that she needed one last burst of the apple pie cherry for forgiveness that she let a man walk through my door
who was gonna implant me
and indoctrinate me into his cult of dick-feed and i Was SO YOUNG
She said but I feel like a big BOY
I said and she said it's only coz he told u 2 love yourself that you did it
and I said i did it way before, my birthday was first time,
and she cries but I felt guilty coz she didnt kno it waz alone i touch myself
she thought he teach me too much...
but I said mum its ok i learnt alot, i miss my dad, but apparently he now gets love from big boys who teach him in them bars and cold food but quick food
and very good routine and homework done (on time)
time is but a social construct
a contact of human rights
you stick to your 9-5 I stick it in you after 6
is 2 young.
so, in school it's True I peeded on the carpet and disseminated
media into the floor
and it went darker like white privilege between my knees,
and I proliferated
and sent msgs forth like butterflies
that oozed their own mucous extract
and I read newspaper clippings of his day of divine justice and
recompense,
and my money like yellow rain droplets bought me a raincoat,
and I mucousedd like a succulent sweet boy of juvenescence and building juvenile facilities
above around down and beyond my vacillating orchestra
hymn of cut-up poetry
fluctuation, as I hold it in before I continue to PISS
I LOVE IT HOW YOU CAN STOP HALF WAY AND CONTOL GOD AS YOU LET THE REST GO AND WARM
milk of NOT your mums breast,
but hot saliva drool of all nature you attribute to the **** of junk
a bad school Tuck lunch canteen women
you put inside of you
with machinery insides and manufactured candy and Maccas
and dreams of far away lands whose breasts are whiter than your spit of flowing wine
country land
that fills as soon as you smell its putrid fornication with dissent because your body never
gets rid of last drop of
urine
and your pants stick to yourself
and all other girls
but you
say you smell
of rotten egg on school days salad lunch sandwich wichsand sand The witch way YEAH
I huffed and I puffed and I spread to let my yellow flowing continuum (that you lie on) of seed go forth to tell the world
I ****ing stain u
and then mother makez me make the teacha wash it up.