Tuesday, 13 August 2013
Notes for the Wild Wood
Deep out of Value
I saw the sun. You stupid fucking sun. It was clearing over waste. Waste products. Don't take care. A single form. I sew its weight.
It is German coloured. You stupid sun. You wreck of a man.
Now I'm beginning to agree with the women who shut you out.
Stay away you stupid sucker
strip her. Clothes peeling dangle loose. She thinks she's a bitch and so
do I think
battery. Guess what
I am not given to kindness to poets, poets suck such jelly
poets get my gild mind hears the cracking toes of words
spilt in my gelatinous frame rate split with head piece wish
me well foolish cunt of a singer wish me fuck like well.
Across the lap
of value my
credit is fallen
we will watch
take a dung
hole back to my fort darling
wanking and fits of coughs
she closes behind and silks
secrete her sweat I am yes gaining in love
and no gaining in anger what was it saying
you scratcher beetle 'sink your fingers down
to the knuckle' pull
hair lament my.
MINE. MINE. GIVE ME MINE. MINE SOFTENING. GINGERS.
put skins labels permalink frosting I write this
for the web log, suck it up, O fused mouth
capital groan I am not a comm sick as I am
not Options Options Reader I marred my process.