Fuck! Get em bottles out and SMASH THEM ON MY HEAD!

CAUSE I WANNA FEEL FANCY AT THE BEGINNING OF 20 WITH

ELABORATE LURES, PRETEND 80s HAIRDOS,

WITH A THIRD EYE AND CHOKING,WITH 

MORE NOSTRILS MORE FLEGM MORE TEETH AND SYMMETRY

OR JUST BETTER OFF.

AUR PIMPAL BHI YAAR. 

The writing of a poem (IF you wish to write a poem)

go to your father, tell him this 
is painful, you should leave, we should stay 
in the Mississippi- the fish get tired quicker
elsewhere.Write a letter to your first grade 
teacher, say i lied, i really did 


Steal from the girl
with two ponies and i'm 
glad i did and then let you 


Teach me about god. Its greater without another 
syllable but goddammit that was grief,and i respect you 
for your innocence. Write to your teenage self 


Stop babies ahead but no don't 
fuck around.When you want to write a poem
become a month of harvest instead.Write to yourself
for every letterbox you fruitlessly dissected in your teens,
for how you reached only bones each time organs 
missing as blood or bile.become a month 


Of overflowing trashcans from the binge 
eating acne menstrual 
problems break ups. drink a solution 
of explosives and apple juice,every Eve learning to explode, buy her own food
or eat out of her ovaries. Dont make any make nothing
but excuses or someone believe.Write




To yourself your metaphors are too far out.Your
life is at the stake with that punctuation left to another's will,
you are a bad liar with weak lungs,quit.When they
don't get the game, you're a bad player so quit, light
a candle, write another shopping list or
a travel guide- exit the valley with
the toy soldiers,telescopes,the 




Moments before each plane crash on your mantle
think about each face of the dead that you remember- with

the warts,ones with the skydiving gelidity,

the frequents at the Mountain Bike Forums 

With the juts and gashes, write them epitaphs.In

some mention the faces you wish you could

have seen, their brothers,the wet

hair from the last time you remember(ed) 

Having seen them,pet your peeves

and apologise for the lack of italics they could
do nothing without the lumberjacks.When you 
want to write a poem learn ride a zebra instead.Hold 


Your love affairs and sweet talk, make a speech on the
dying breed of rare sheep, their scientific
name stuck around the edges of your teeth.Do anything but


This, because nothing is scarier, more
pathetic and discarded than 
the writing of a poem in reverse cause 
otherwise it would begin in the woods,breathe 
heavy for a while and then drop 


There on the knees with the stopped antique
watches buried at different points you would 


never arrive upon.

blogger has

something called 'Undelete this blog'  for deleted blogs.


WTF you cant even feel the triumph at killing something substantial on electronic medium anymore.

I HAVE REALISED

THAT ALL I WANTED TO DO IS TO REINVENT MYSELF AS A SUNRISE AND I NEEDN'T ESCAPE MY SUNSET AND MY DIRTY LAUNDRY.
SO I'LL BE HERE STILL, NO DELETION.

but I have an exclusive tumblr blog exclusively for those who asked, its going to have my artwork and wilder things that shouldnt roam the streets or maybe thats just a lureeeeeeee BUT IM BACK yes highfive

NOTICE THIS PLEASE :)

So most people missed the 24 hour notice and asked me later, so I'm leaving this open for a while. Wont be posting here, and I have a new blog. Leave an address if you want to stay tuned :)

THIS BLOG IS CLOSING DOWN

in 24 hours. i will see you somewhere else if you want to see me that is in which case i will leave a
post-it note on your commode so leave me a note here.