soirn spelt (hwy larceny)

sewern spoolt;  a spool of sewers.  don' like my life.  job, sleep, lonliness.  cleavage and chaffed buttocks.  don' wanna be a man or woman or boy or girl.  Geronimo!  find the lost souls of my psyche and go home.  where occasion hats and cold mugs of beer maintain sovreignty.  amid dixcussions of abzurd logics of charismas and machiavellan religions…

suicidal grimace of customer service.  homicidal wrinkling of management's brow. and tight jeans on my brain.  1:18 PM  on a thursday afternoon.  save and continue editing, save, publish.   foreign objects of veto: debut

rebarbative u, i

this foreign lesion on my eye, customer  service.

i'm no leaden assed brute, u leavened conformer.

soak up the laugh of my muslim companion, ass. 

self-entitlement our mutual lots, this diner's a vortex of assorted sordidnesses. 

locality of swenstelt

@ 11 o'clock:  my 1st day @ work@ a local fast food diner.  I AM HAPPY TODAY.

without corporate nonsense, we still have busyness and business, but not only this…

I AM TIRED.  but and yet more fulfilling…  and valid this work.  AbDUl is a great manager.  this is a great place and heashle meshtell foon; beashlie felmlort shoor;  cannle sabbell morshtelt.

disease of sordid wantoness

as one says, a job… a goal a look a copp.  don wanna hafta.  to back o' wall now.  and since nothing ventured, nothing.  bruises of arms speak.  partook this morn of "a MG of [penucillin] and … some heroin."   doodles of thought bequeth me…   so then its gone awry

a nd loggorhea is it.  it is.  i venture toward unforeseen abilities and waywardnesses… it is.   mystery is. and was always me.  my words and thoughts and convalescencenesses.

easter eve

m's asleep on couch, her golden lab Hot Cha just snift at me, m's brother(scott) 's dog TeTonka is scratchin (he's a schnoodle who's native american name means "buffaloe")  Scott and their mother talk about eggs this saturday morn.  i like the pagan rituals.  religious ones not so much.

be left unsaid, uncategorized and undead.

we don't hafta wanna or wanna hafta.

sojourn a surreal trip in real life: be it.

for to be a pal to people, lorrid & fuschia, foliage and bark.  entrepreneurial socialism of nonsense this. 

lack of judgment art and art of judgement's lack.

definitives are to make clear

clairvoyance attempts me.  and nonsense was me.

these neologistic effort-wishes to cross poetic bounds into liscense of real life…  definitives are to make clear.

projectives are to set hurdles. brcs is to make mail art..  exst is to state name. expr is to inform the consensu.

harm is to help.  love is to hate, visa versa ad infinitum.

case for new theater of the absurd

reconditioning our disconnect to reconnect thru nonsense, general logic skew. and karoake] creosoat.

alien ant farm… engelbert humperdink… boys 2 men not so much. 

desuetude

travelled to 5ive star, which is a nonexistent night cluclub i

cluv in my mind.  we've several coffee bars and maternity wards five times the normal rat.

5 TIMES A DAY

I went to the post office today.  the clerk drooled her teeth on me, the item of my correspondence must be 1st class. no third here… most of my postcards thus are thirty nine cents.