some said he always had a cloud over his head
Satsuma
Satsuma
Satsuma!
Haha
S atsuma
Orange
blossom
flower
tree
Feign
Stupor
Stupid mirror
torpor unfeigned
slow to the inside
And He's a Hoarder
For the win!
---the degree of fortunado
mc sidewalk
streams
of solemn silence
in the wake
of the noise fronted
cartel
you are a bona fide
tide of wishing
the sunsets are
gorgeous I hear
somewhere the song is heard
in a corner bar
or in a car radio
on the highway
with the windows rolled down
and the AC blasting
we can get away from this
we can fly away
or we can sit tight and
listen to the glasses clink
and the laughter
for tonight
and again maybe
tomorrow - supercilious
---the degree of fortunado
mc sidewalk
streams
of solemn silence
in the wake
of the noise fronted
cartel
you are a bona fide
tide of wishing
the sunsets are
gorgeous I hear
somewhere the song is heard
in a corner bar
or in a car radio
on the highway
with the windows rolled down
and the AC blasting
we can get away from this
we can fly away
or we can sit tight and
listen to the glasses clink
and the laughter
for tonight
and again maybe
tomorrow - supercilious
cunt load
yer tales of whoa
are dimly lit passages
of a nincompoop nabob's
interior bastardization/denial
bereft
of the bequeathed
with airs
of flour
and turpentines
an ascot de t bone steak
the cook is remiss
in his
\great god grill\
we have newgenerationfinance
and chili crabs
-contiguous
cheroot-ski
bailing on flooding
sinking in the gloam
smirking with venus
the apple is far from the tree...
- - - cold dead fingers.com- - -
sez
yer guns are for the taking
yer gunz are doing the killing
yer guns
are killing yer own children
13 9-11's worth of dead Americans
Thirteen 's
an unlucky number, see?
----pledged
mortificently in the hallway
the towels were laid
to catch the water
dripping from the ceiling
dripping from the
stoic glances
your car refused to start
and your parents wouldn't call a cab
we stole your cousins bike and rode to the
bar
we played Loretta Lynn
and The Cure on the digital jukebox
and drank
until the rain stopped
your cousin called the bar and said the car was working now
tomorrow we would catch the ferry
back to the mainland
The grey
Angels
Breakfast
Kafe mit brot
She said
Baden Baden
But the trains
Were not running----
the state is a dry match
waiting to be struck
years of brush
years of dry
turned everything to tinder
you walk out into the sun and
the air sucks the water right out of you
we had a giant fire at a campground
the wood was hard and dry
we drank whisky
we got into fights
the pine needles laughed at us
we were stupid----
I doused the fire
and stood
staring at an orange cat
it was 86 degrees
in the shade---We had a house in town that my dad had rented. It was late August when got there. It was hot but overcast. A man and a woman who lived nearby told us there was going to be a lightning storm. The man had thick glasses and was wearing polyester pants. The woman's hair was piled up high on her head. She said they were going to drive up to the hills to watch the lightning. My sister and I looked at each other and then we looked at my dad. These were the kind of situations that my father did poorly in but I don't recall what his response was.
death defying acts of wastefulness
incredible stunts of unsustainable energy consumption
mind boggling displays of everyday cruelty
greed of biblical proportions
it's really not much
fun
jews are not you
its never any good to talk about
unless you know, isaac bashevis singer
his magician lover practical
wander
GOP in a Mayonnaise Sandwich Islands
sing
of the munumunupukupukua'a
sweet silent
standard bearer
for the
islands
cheroot-ski
bailing on flooding
sinking in the gloam
smirking with venus
the apple is far from the tree...
- - - cold dead fingers.com- - -
sez
yer guns are for the taking
yer gunz are doing the killing
yer guns
are killing yer own children
13 9-11's worth of dead Americans
Thirteen 's
an unlucky number, see?
----pledged
mortificently in the hallway
the towels were laid
to catch the water
dripping from the ceiling
dripping from the
stoic glances
your car refused to start
and your parents wouldn't call a cab
we stole your cousins bike and rode to the
bar
we played Loretta Lynn
and The Cure on the digital jukebox
and drank
until the rain stopped
your cousin called the bar and said the car was working now
tomorrow we would catch the ferry
back to the mainland
The grey
Angels
Breakfast
Kafe mit brot
She said
Baden Baden
But the trains
Were not running----
the state is a dry match
waiting to be struck
years of brush
years of dry
turned everything to tinder
you walk out into the sun and
the air sucks the water right out of you
we had a giant fire at a campground
the wood was hard and dry
we drank whisky
we got into fights
the pine needles laughed at us
we were stupid----
I doused the fire
and stood
staring at an orange cat
it was 86 degrees
in the shade---We had a house in town that my dad had rented. It was late August when got there. It was hot but overcast. A man and a woman who lived nearby told us there was going to be a lightning storm. The man had thick glasses and was wearing polyester pants. The woman's hair was piled up high on her head. She said they were going to drive up to the hills to watch the lightning. My sister and I looked at each other and then we looked at my dad. These were the kind of situations that my father did poorly in but I don't recall what his response was.
death defying acts of wastefulness
incredible stunts of unsustainable energy consumption
mind boggling displays of everyday cruelty
greed of biblical proportions
it's really not much
fun
jews are not you
its never any good to talk about
unless you know, isaac bashevis singer
his magician lover practical
wander
GOP in a Mayonnaise Sandwich Islands
sing
of the munumunupukupukua'a
sweet silent
standard bearer
for the
islands
