The BLACKOUT PAPERS

The BLACKOUT PAPERS

Go steal a copy from a national chain. I get cigarette money for all books not returned to the warehouse. You can download much of the now outlawed Andrew McFing material from this time period on the Outernet.The orignal pictures that McFing drew can mostly be downloaded there as well as the many pages of material that may or may not be acutal Blackout paper material. Lots of copycat authors popped up several months after the first volume came out, and a stoned panel of judges must now decide which papers are the real thing.

off I'm lost can't bear to tear myself, off along among no elves, no shattered streets below, froth, froth, all is lost. My mind in wine, play back the time. My mind is vodka, odd and off to yah. My brain in flame, the pain I blame.

we were bairn. barenic. no, er, know if you are reading my words, you are adopting my memes and they will echo out of you and this is my dark secret.

(well of course I'm reading these words... why not say "As you are reading my words you are..." - unless this is more deliberate NLP trickery)

Part one, the mostly burned notebook found in the ditch on 13th street:

Shiver dog tick cluster poor stray, sleeps in hay, so far away. Full of ticks dumped out in the sticks, howling the night away. We pull out hundreds of ticks but never getting them soon forgetting them, dog whines as our truck pulls away,

Quarter Mass freak ass, tunes at the party. Drift fumes, raccoons draws midget double take, brothlustbeer spindles shine me I'm wine laced with mountain dew. Pubys on other planets, roofs of clam clusters, endless sidewalk in the rain. Boxed up, the city full of tall trucks. Jocks amok, candy spittle rattle for the adder-all.

Beams sweaty steam rocks. Interesting trash icons in the alley. A million drink frenzied nights, we foam to the stars , forget what we have done. We burn the sun, we drink everyone, lights exhale, peace now in throbbing fields. Moonlight wine, morning piss in a lofty satin basin. Flasks of cash, no answers , vulture baskets happy biscuits, kitten furnace, nipples on crows. Dodge this meat binge, The tunnel bills.

Wrinkled Tarot folders, emreo the rain, it glows like the phone, wind smear nasty levels. Hairy whiskey beams-Carnival of foaming focus, never under a better forever.

Ditch frost gloom, this bitter world. Find the holes all frozen, hide stuff there. Soft hidaway , chewy ghosts, frisk the chill. Caught numb, locked out again cold hate night. Middle of the road, the bloated grave bellys. Slosh wet embrace. mid-slumber, wake up puking, frost in the sun. Wake up in the words I have been, empty landscape.

Fist fear evening plummet, rays of delight cascade , now blind, now alone, now naked by the silent phone.

Souls reside in the black pool at the end of the room. They grow meat bodies , and are processed by the torture beings. Then they are burned in the ultra-rot ovens of the ultimate funeral death.

Ditch witch, small oily rivers, bouncing slams. Smoking ghosts of the highways. Older times speak thru smoke. Puma wheels, madness spreads from within, fear the eyes of rage.

Flesh broth, streets torn and faded, all is lost. The skin end bones stray dog lays down to finally die alone.

Slip bent candy shack, toys in prison. Dolls burn in protest, -UNREADABLE- , sleek meat, pluck out my soul.

Fishnet babes, skin exposed thru squares, lick it here and there , bite through the net. Fishnet shirt with nipples out, it rubs em hard as she walks about.

Jealous flames jagged brains, walk now to end it off, walk naked in the rain. Musk gloom, ermine fumes, for smoke billows over the river.

My balls fill with seman till they outsize my head. I weave through the traffic, blind drunk and still not dead.

Sadist soda, razor cola, brings blood clots to the surface, brings the bats, the waitress, the traitors.

Trashed fall fall and crawl under the cold spell all is hell brings shakes , teeth clacks during naps, bring pure crystal hate

Doomsday sandwich. Glide skys sunrise with bloodshot eyes. Cold gets in, no friend I will die during the wintertime.

chocolate slave cakes.

We see zeros, loose our souls behind the couch, gone before dawn.

Satin obstacles, bemoan the headache dawn. Broken fingers do the crawling.

Chainsuck brittle kittens. Spittle spa, spit bath aftermath.

Undersoul, foot bridge sainted malted mollusk.

Hunger under the stars I could eat till I split, -UNREADABLE- in everything. No energy, this entrophy strangles me , I'll eat a tree. Eating snow while vizualizing pudding. I shall curl up and lock, the stars form into sandwitches to mock me.

Another bottle , in front of me, smooth cool glass, sweats beads of joy that flank down the beer and gather incircling the bottle. When the cap pops off the world is better. The times are better my favorite cheese is chedder. That primal feeling when the suds hit the skull. The happy rich days , I lay in the hall caressing the silly smooth bottle, warming it with my hands.

Pluck it, puppet, find a muppet and fuck it. Fuck this, brown bliss, mircowavable beer.

Biscuit mornings , cold face wash in kansas- Caffine Christ , soneic pizza. Sink into the shadow head frost webburst lucid dinner.

Under the bridge we can focus, the darkly troll den, the graffetti older than me/history. The slam marks, the violet jizz, the wasted places, rubbing up on the surface of creation.

Becoming the dog, the lion, roar, growl,pleasure and strength fill me up with a wonderfull madness, connect to the everything. Roar this cat , eat rats, fuck the world cats eat bats.

Galatic shimmer, trunks full of binges. Conflict of the cheeses, heartless tunnels, FBI bastard squad. Anti-Karma, piled whiskey n mittens, freeze dried kittens. Cops cross the line, torrid mist, eating coffee cups, licking creation, licking pillers, zero fillers. Forbidden pulse flag operation, value for the doom ridge. We shall over scum. Shrine tinsel, glitter attic, thy liplock, bask in martian foam-meatspikes.

Serated eggs of a velvet dynasty. Pearled pleasure rocks in combs of tough mint. It be-hooves to belittle bandwidth to roll a spliff. Scales without satin.

Part Two: A mostly burned page found stuffed into a out of order soda machine

Eternal or maybe applied to the random till we die. Through infinite worlds around. Stop now chocolate shatter the hits the floor. Unrest tormoil and fuck, This was it badly. The starfish had to walk around, arises in response to My Sombrero. Piss delivered down the middle tasted like shit Dark times are coming. Am a bit sick during sex. Sip a beer Shiver dog. The imposter trying to is lurking here. The warehouse produces a remote control for you people killing me. To each, chaos helped prevent mass starvation virgin. Bright Half Moon, with stimpy will ellevate you. Isn't a system of questions for Argentinian Anarchist blood flows through manipulated bigotry. Where the fuck is the Dildo mask?

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Part Three: The Party house papers

Biscuitscape, lean into disaster, pop up panic blankets. Cigerettes from a earlier age. Coffen take out, alley for answers, sleep behind the strip joint. Eat my throbbing dreams pour out of my head, like coiling spiraling insence. Syrup cherub, carrots bare it, focus loads of strip shows, unload the muzzle floats the extreme teens in suited gloats. Taste this night, masterbating in a hay loft, feeling this vertigo world spin by, carve midgets out of a tree stump, hump the vary air itself. PIckle flung, land over ocean, over the mists of nowhere. Topless cheese implants. Rip apart the mind of hate, eat it's brains, suck up the pain like oozing noodles, help destroy the human race by doing nothing to save it. Solo group hug, group isolation.

Lick this river froth, gone home in turmoil to the lives of the midgets. The fury of the torn holes. Brood tubes, strain the alleyware. Build comfy leech beams so try a road for fevers. Fury fashion, vegetable hides, turn the faith out, breezes towards turtle drips, the newer views, the candles of the kind. Skip turns, -UNDREADABLE- for burns, twilight in the field, love grows, naked toes absorb morning dew in a vast run.

Nasal razors, dismantled pagers, a farm of arms and alarms. The cakes bake themselves the cow blocks moo on refrigerated shelves, all is all, all is so fucking well.

Boneless pony's graze for lime cheese in the meadow. The fishers cast they're rods before swine. Buckets of turtles are transported portwards. The angels of meat, the greased rainbow the center of the clock. Chive dip for bone marrow , a malted mall to roam, next stop, the gloom room. Cut your milk, switch on dreams, mirrors in the line, the escaping jello, smooth gloats. More ask the crows, they hisper and wisp across the sleeper's floor. More and more the crows implore.

Milky mirror, see the shining streets. Wear a vest made of meat. Fondle the dawn, stretch and -UNREADABLE- go out for a bite.

Tolls tone true undead deep blue old spirit awaken fake broken snake

Truffle herd. Shepherded by puff balls. Soon we all sleep in the same moist cloud. Opinions are not allowed, we are refugees from this death penalty but the bounty hunters get us one by one. So catapult cake into the lake, re wire your horse, water your dead flowers.

Part Four: The journal found in a graveyard

Wild buds, hunters of the midnight. Boxes full of losses. Biscuit train-ride, the other one without a lasting sun. Baking muffins on the grill, none of this is real. I spent the dawn now forever night lingers on. Paranoic applefuck, sleeping against the cinders-dizzy. Shanghai, dirty pie, poke my eyes, tell me lies. Younger bums, slap em, have slinky fun. Train bath, porredge of the dripping reason, mad folds, cucumber chamber. Pickles frisk holes, corn unborn, legs binge pay, photos snapped, then a nap, as a mutter of fact.

Bad day at the meat company. Cross-stitch leave murmer over the concrete steps. Entering the underpass-out. Warm nap in a sudsy bathttub, slipping under the water to drown in dream paralisis.

Frisk the rivers, the cold changes, binges with eagles. Pretty sleep, smoothed skin in the theta tunnel.Bruised ego, push back burning fence posts, cruel redneck howls in the night. Bunny wedges, feather village. Back to the october farm, back to the abuse the anguish of children, just take it they used to tell me when I was little, whenever someone abuses you, just take it, it's wrong to fight back. If you fight back you are just as bad as they are, they said, no it's even worse. Just let the alpha males own everything, let them hurt you. Otherwise you are a bad person. I say fuck em, kill em, burn him, dis the oppressors.

In hell, none is well born then fell nothing shy of want to die and take out this world as well drink death choke and convulse but death is a lie a endless wait just to start the shit again life-death-rebirth fuck it all!

Naked in a see-through shirt

Dust brutal benches, biscuit alarm puppet. Finger-pangs. My photec-hoe down. Bend down the street. Sponge shirt. Catapiller dirges, sonic leaves bloom in sky. Priest eyes stick to asses. Bold priestess, howls with hammers in her hair. Shadey glitter porch dimension, night cigerette.

Black out strung out, float like a kite. Reality sandwitches, low bandwidth, take a flailing bite.

Tone up squirrerl gadgets, teflon masks, screen doors handstyle. Hair bait, hard nips, shakey car ride.

Hump station, we stick together afterwards. Moon bait, whank gate. Special dog sniffing drugs, coke finds canines, puts em to sleep. Stain menu, toxic hearts in sex gloss cogs clowns.

Under the heart, a concrete spiral stairway, a keyhole floating in the air, a smile waiting to be unlocked. Spegetti folds, cold cranks. Hand jobs in hell. Breath light, exhale smoke, sleep folded into a knott, hidden outback away from phones alarms, and knocks.

Constantino hammacks shred those who rest, blood hound alarm clocks follow you, awaiting with ringing ambush the moment that you sleep.

So we go to town wearing only gravey, lick me naked clean, yes save me, pave the way for me to be happy, blow me.

I sleep riding the backs of many turtles, sleep a few minutes which is not allowed at all.

Bent from hell, katsup stubbs. Burger flats. Oceanheart, feather rest. Dirt funnel.

Part Five: Pages found through out the grounds of Unruh Manor

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Unknown muffins. Spider clock, winter wilts stranded duck. Feral dims, lost wristwatch. Middle rugs, bacon path. Terrible mission strength in devision. Varnished ducks clasp your answers in an envelope.

Onward biscuits, glowstick nightgown. Pizza bracelets, frozen cheddar pops. Flaccid pies on evening's window cill. Smokey fingers. Beaks against barriers, birds as saviors. A web of bird nest material stretches for miles, incorporates our bones. Warm porn, pink storm, balony pony riding through a tangle of fingers. Midget inflicted cusps of caramel carnedge. Edges for dinner. Friends remember phobic focus, dangles of the meadows. Harvest fluids we move you.

Dead tummy still writhes, dead thoughs festor bloat like a green gas, dead mask.

Chilled boners, phone calls, blue balls.Teased to perfection.

Fixtures from beyond, squirrels parade on the lawn. Foam amongst the stars, armies composed of silk, distant future milk. Grope doctors, siamease pliers, forlorn green meadows. Midget tax, frozen moods, red batch. Dizzy answers, star meade.

Life is vomit spoiling in a swollen ditch, deflated happy faces. The barn burns, our tears freeze inside us.

Dream flippers, resin stand. Biscuits avenue. Joy powder lined up to swallow with your nose.

Fuckers up, the bad growls. My meadow lays frozen go zen playpen.

Bent badger bladders bathe, grumble, eats the police. Tomb rippers, gives me a ancient pen.

All is fucked. Tone resin, maggot bridge globe, frosted over and over again.

Brilliant doses, branded bandits. Time is tired, it stops when it rests. Brings porn, brings inflatable sex, what's next? USB pussy, touch screen breasts, chilled energy pops, pourable bacon.

Phone adobe, a abobe if you know me, a stream of meaning. Her fuzzy flower, trimmed and licked, it's our hour. Pre-sets of love, christmas fall-out. the vending machine eats change. Lost, alone now, cold dark and strange. Massage your soul, feel the lights go out, then your gone. Now the shower rains snakes to gel my hair, put sticky to my body.

Part Five:Pages found stuck together under the wooden bridge on McGurkin street.

Windmills, windsmiles, budgets notch pleasure, rich steam, mad dreams, payed for being off all the while. Pompous perks, windstained shirts, a basket to catch a cool chunk of river. Prayer books, swaggering hooks, lets burn to place to warm us.

Her white skin glows throughher fishnet.You can see her nipples thru the holes in her fishnet.

Electronic sodomy, birthday crayons, foot puppets. My wild bath, my out of control shank, our last pill and testicle.

My fins my plans, my endorphins. My dreams my visions my sad devisions. My hook my clock, my cock. Hugs for the war, kissing the killers.. The soul sleeve entrophy delivers morbid kithens, brass disaster, whistle ready phobia strobelight

• Feedback amp for a heart.
• White crayon for a spine.
• Wet cigerettes for fingers.
• Cameras for eyes.
• Lips for lips.

• We bleed in the leaves
• American insurgancy
• Biscuits and rebellion
• Naked genitalia
• Plush revulution, jazz fusion
• Nude Buddha swing in transfusionn

It's a Putred river that flows over our collective belly, it smells like stale farts and rancid mayonaise.

Sparkle blouse, horse girl love bonnet green whicker checker stand. Closet full of meals, of reel to reels, deflated bagpipes have crawled here to die. So many guns, shooting meth coolers in the evening sun. Fun stumble by the river, chased away by soldiers. Day lock mirror, strip throat, buy a virus, kiss a loser. Caffine lines me, through me, once a stranger, now it knew me. Citrus puppet shits in amber dawn. Early ride with nothing on, oblivion bus. Vehicle of the dead. Chilled moths flutter out of focus, pair of dice lost, home in ruins.

Birds cross the crest, people pound they're chests, roar for more. Shreds of licks, tastes on sticks. Tugs, moles, thugs with antennae. Greased moth stutters, butterheart

Bile shrine, molar movers, midnight meat mess. Buttfolds, april beards, streets of mold.

Toxic face temples, angle wild pride. chin range, tips and purity. tugs resin thongs off, wets white cloth.

Outernet goat forgets, closes browser and now is boozing.

Mollusk meats, racks of red flesh, rents gash, finds peace in pussy breach finds signs of a yellow shade finds fear and is vary afraid. Milkshake mollusks, risk an interview with a crusifiction or two.

Global masked Parade Lips of trance gone and fondled, farms and meadows brisk style, not let go. Dial up katshup, garlic net, soft bendable cigarette. Leg cuffs, stiff sacks the entire back catalog of Ben Mack. Cones of pumice, whispering rain flakes, expandable milk files.

Let go wilder, storm heaven with a vengeance. Lets tear down all these old embedded lies , leave a fresh pure hole, ozone streams out , cleans the world.

I am not here , don't ask for a bear, I sleep now under the bullet spell. I sleep in hell.

Part six: Pages found in Andrew's old brown coat

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My jacket is made of pasta, and I grin at the sun. I nap in a orange peel hammock, it drifts back and forth like a boat on a breeze. Don't outrun the starshine next time, instead find a tall shed and climb. Fondle her donuts with a mouth full of poker chips.

Whipped crumbs, powdered steam. Crunchy melon cakes. turquoise liverbox, chicken crusted lolly-pops. Muppet ridge, fuzzy ankles, nano-biscuits. Toffee vacation, strawberry law suit. Mullberry steak. Crayon cassaroll. Jerky pie, cantaloupe kettle, katsup pudding. Jelly bonnet, taffie traffic near the sea, the sea of the sauce to please. Plumm pasta layered over hot potatoe hearts. Creamy couch-crunch. Pollenated donut heads and a hot cup of suicide. Onion grenades and molotov rotini. Chedder dishonesty served on a veal carpet. Sodered meat spread, buttered hot dogs and cracker-cocaine. Poached leggs, surgical sandwitches, combed gravy.

Rubs her on the rug Back rub, crotch pressed against her ass Weed and booze in our veins A way to spend some time Working her flesh, feels just fine And teh night rolls on and then away.

Winter bread, eatly piles. Fingers in the broth. Plums and guns. Talcom where you come from.Inflatable pizza fits. The year that everybody has a swimsuit calendar

Part Eight:A page Andrew gave some girl at a party

Subtronic elavator waffle machine. Coal burning internet connection.

Sharp pains, love for the couch and the sounds that careen from the speakers slung through slinking spaces. Moan away from the phone's candle forest, fuzzy spiders, the size of cats. Roam many wet leaves, fresh as new spun honey. Sweeter smoke puffs, canned smoke soup for sub-supper. Kettle bridgade, blind finders, chained binders. Mummy lungs, fossel tongues, a history lesson that winds itself. Odd apples, mild tongue rests, floppy pengiens. Dove meatdinner with cherry whips and chedder piles. Cream mint cookies and august pasta.

Orange resin in focused rain. Puppet savior, minds of flame. Chatter up the ladder. The day gets lighter as we get higher, we get brighter above the pyre. Dancing dice accross life's table. Bring your fingers, don't leave them at home. Starve your pedals, hide them in the meadow,the ivy gate, the better way. Fudge miles, golden crows, bearded beaks.

Meat special, plier binge. Soft hair in the moonlight. Skip turns, reefer burns, twilight in the fields. Love grows, naked toes, absorb morning dew in a vast run. Funk heart, cleat weaver, fills with the brisk mop. Times we aligned the mimes, fine the fish fried and sour on the vine. The cloves the groves the windows, the mildew. Hatchet baronary, visions of cough drops, cum in silent slings. Begin the breast fetch, grasp leaves. Crawl over the endless driveway, lost in confusion and bubbling brain sickle. Bricks stops us, we exsist.

Another batch, another latch. Seel it in apple skin, lock in away for a day. Shrine crackles, garlic ozone bench. Fetish colony, swifter cars speed away. Prehensile market, domes of tan glass, birds are bulding rockets, odd carved marals wash up from underground one rainy day. Sodder-biscuits marked for return. Cops of a feel, the wheel feels real, but so does this meal, cones of lettuce, vegitable steak, pearl soda, celery cake. Cosmic burn-out karma leech. Nappy highway, Do not saliva on shoulder.

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Part Nine: The few salvagible bits left from a notebook found molded over in a basement

Tasks of butter, masks a shutter, belly on hemp, fuse words spill the slinking ship. Crumble bath, cigerette sofa, lucid breath. All is spinning, drawing thicker energy, all is packing itself away. Chisled rat flippers slap the strippers. Peanut hold-out. Man made pizza monument. Lost in candy wrappers that stack to the cieling, all emtpy, some sticky. Piles save us, join me Hooker, Bee Bee Keene.

The salty layers, the turtle belt conveyor, the saddest anti-depressant. Drunken candles spill light and wax. Saw horse falls and breaks it's leg, has to be shot. Armned shadows with trained dogs. Sub moron sandwich, crys into the butter. Lumps of piss, milky thongs, toast empires, fleets of lettuce.

Cubes of nachos, pain parlor, midget rapist.

Burns through stomach with knotted rips, bubbling peals, tearing by liquid claws Green and rotted chem lab, manufactured dreams. Seethe-postage. Waddle to town. Buss of long pubes.

Lancets pokings choke wards, noodle vault, snot symphony. Mean thorny heart of the mid-west. Glisten spikes, smile shields, burning bell-thrills. Dry heave department. Smoking stomach, up-set belly storm. Feet bellow acid universe.

Echo fuck, magnet spears, cosmic brunch. Asked for flasks, my cash is ashes. Prince of Pumice, lots to plume us, we the fungous, the ball losts. Fuck the boss, shoot him in the torso, be burps up blood, feels wronged, goes into convulsions and dies.

Mugs of steam foam of the unknown. Pistols against clowns. Endless planitary parking lot. Varnish our three wishes. Badgers risk the guest list. Fish target, painless oblivion chunks. Sober moles, troubled tits, trolley frisks. Wooded clover, master glover, ridged plumes. Anvil-American.

Golden crows, bricked beards. Pudding hedge, frequent licorice, popcorn over-drive, mink flaccids. Pucks, towells, towns, dials. Quicker off flippers, busicuts rinds. Peppermint jump suit, odd hours, clean cheese on wheat in a topless bar. Grapefruit fornication, they they go too far.

Gothic cough drop, shaped like little black coffins. Flavored condems made from skink skins. Medical rape, legal hatred. Global salad party. Sad tonic poured over heart shaped ice sheet of lazyness, covering the ultimate project, gathering brown sugar dust, day after day.

Bath tub made of hard candy, pirates of the sodium seas.

Chedder noose. Half naked prudes, dancing on a tomb. Glitter sponge, full automatic doberman. Mircowavable misery. Spookular fusion. Bleeding curdled futures, microphone inserted into head. Milk back, toast chin, getting out of control on ginseng. Visit my foam collection, in jars, insane, a foam for every shade of brain. Volital surge, whiskey breath.

• lets ride
• lets ride
• Hang with a missing link.

Hard wars, crane beings, pullchains, plant vines. Puppy engine, sleep stars. Parade on holiday, moths with asbestos fists, glue funeral, caskette full of joy. Subliminal seisure. Molten meat wagon, horses eat lobsters, lob them into space to aim for the stars. Crusted mumbles, bubbling highways, cars sink into the road. Burning wires, digital meltdown.

Soup rivers, posatge wedge islands, canery breaks, vetitable lords. Spon on onion fields, bark like a fish. Lock up your heart and remote control. Kids on crack methan the tamen. Taco mesc and oxycotten candy. Raining dawn, wake up still drunk, raise the curtain to see that mean world, cars stream by competing for the front. Bandit mask at the party, meeting people only to forget them in a blackout haze. Stolen been when I'm not looking got to guard it. Eagles circle overhead, marking the end of love, reptiles in the life poor eating bugs.

Middle of the road, bloated grove bellys slosh wet embrace. Mild slumber, wake puking, frost the sun. Wake up in the words where here I been, empty nightscape.

Sledgehammer crib, ballooons Bob forwards, skill and lost bones. Stab fresh, frisk the stance, sad mornings , out of beer, world hits my brain sends foam towards the drain. Billow wierd. Hated lay with the room spinning, textile turnsyle you grope so incredibly high. Melted ideas, drugs bloom in unknown rooms, many nights, many wilds.

Part Ten: The Three pages found in a copy of Naked Lunch by William S Bouroughs.

Flecks of dying. Tomes with feelers. Bad thong magic, burning infictive cellophane skulls beside the road.

Dinner crest, brilliant fest marked for rest. Friskathon martial piss. Telephone prol milkdust seman weed. Liver furnace, pickle pricks. Tunnel flaps chedder naps. Lesbian plume, dark room, she's a coffee poet, she's a wave. Spuckers, free flips. Pop up cubism nudists brood with new fists. Blunts in the parking lot. Rabbit chick with cotten tail and sythe of hell. Scrotal packets, crotches of fire, a puppet burn out. Fickle bath, dirt beginnings. Dobermunch, taco porn, mental floss. Brews the thick tea in a dark room. Multable skull shags. Squirell meals, boxed fuck ups. Curb cupid, widow barons. Nightly fix on magic. Sea bread rafty cancer.

• Cancon coyote nuggets
• Fish and chicks
• Apple fucks
• twead Brownies
• A-Pasta-cyplse

Pillow plummet, ostrich over-drive. Winter pie wars. Hostage flecks, flotsum headlight, brine shield wipers. Tainter-tots with cheese and yearn portal. Fuck net, tween years. Funky pickle night. Norms among noodles, trick hunsters, chili baton. Labelled fingers, merchandised soul whiskers. Kitten tangle mood flux.

• Tickle meats, round swells
• Love map, coffee churns
• Arowse bumps perfume areas
• sensation chunks

• In hell none is well
• born, then fell
• Nothing shy of want to die
• And take out this world as well
• Drink death, choke and convulse
• But death is a lie
• A endless wait
• Just to start the shit again
• Life, death, rebirth, fuck it all!

Close up focus and frisk. Vomiting, intangible rainbow, lock out the scrotum. Fetish for freedom, fuck through this wall all the way to peace. Frisk the police, cusard workshop, fly while blind, sexual muffin ranch. Envelope the wallets, the mercury dose, the closer and the grosser, the locked walls, feasible mid-riff.

Flagjob, total extortion, potion in my knees poison in my meadow.

Perverstion tubes, choco-breakdown. Aztec bricks, build tall bony dicks. Petal phone, sexual bones, keep your fingers lost.

Sex cult, dry fuckers gloat, timber glands. No one cares, vapor whistle, golden bees, cupid views, little roads. Alert with sands, master focus, pagan mints. Dinner marcist, fascist pasture.

In your list I don't exsist.

Roads of sinister gravity, toils of logical breakdown. Masks fastend to the wall with nails. Glitter cosmos, direct orgasmic synergy. Lions of the heart. Frost clouds in formation. Singing rain drops as drums. Terrestrial gravy light trimmer. Moustaches covering drug stashes. Herbal heath risks storms of rot and vomit. The planet de-constructed. The magic of cutting utensils, the pies of the rivers. The daughters of cannibiss.

Hand journey into a tomatoe ranch, escaping kittens within the dance, is Satan happy to see me, or is that a pitchfork in his pants?

Hunting Pinata's in Other Redwoods with a shotgun. Don't let the sun go down on me, its mouth is too hot.

Part Eleven: Message found in a whiskey bottle

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• Clouds are not allowed. The monsters in the shadows, contained within the night. Teeth gnaw my skin, the pain is light. Now under a sad streetlight, a pillow floats in the bathtub. Bails of hay for a matress, a tarp for a sheet, I'll sleep on someone else's farm using my shirt as a pillow. Flirt my death, drinking up the rest, stumble and mumble down the phone, the conversations lock, why even talk?

Prairie dog peace commune. Shelled by hatefull cannisters, kill all. So much magic drains from the world, blind for a time, wine and then find some dark hang out. Smoke my meat bong, curdle my worrys, flow down the meadow. Fucking reality bell chimes in my ears, jangles my tears, eats the last crumbs of hope-Heres to the next world, heres to the brighter afterwards...

Shotguns in a circle, whiskey flow count the dough. Four bucks sandal Ken. Nite foam, blister bouncer creative smirk, seeing double stay out of trouble, drop kick Barney rubble. Morning doves charm with magic, powerfull chants throught the prairie. Under the leaves, I pop up in the morning like a mushroom. Tuba format, brass shuffle skipping down the unusual. Drag marks, the muddy never stops, clay so far away, bathe in dew drops. I'm hunting for fiction, infliction, reflection. connection insipid, rejected, left here at least theres beer, she tryed to take it, didn't make it, left intact but frightend. Don't hesitate to kill who-ever restricts your freedom on the spot. Thats my measure, thanks a lot. Down the road with burning mind.

Part Twelve: What was found spray painted under a bridge

Boogie merchants, makers of fancy pants. Pill takers, shaking off another day. Village of regret. Post modern art scene killing the patience patonted flab, mushy scabs, boring loads of vapour shrdder. Napkins for the conceded. Armoire armys, cyrstal methodology. Scanky doormats, sadistic shower curtains, pornographic perfumes.

Pill menu, fuck your documents, time spent getting bent. Welcome to planet Asphalt. Umbilical underpants, nocturnal party-dance, carrots stink up from resin. Blowjob dispensor, insence intencity, pretty picket fence. Nightmarathon soul less folledge. Sawed-off Thought-gun. Child proof internship misty miles file on you and all you know goes on for miles. Icky angels, generous gentials, puddles of befuddlement-The unknown scent the buckets of bufferin.

• Drifting , body melting. I feel your hair. I stand in a waterfall. Sleeping beside you , your hair billowing out like magic , I wrap up in it warmly.

• Electronic shelter. Biscuit horizon. The tubes are foaming, bring the letters on.

• Happy gleams. Foam poem, wicker library. Unsaintly desert.

• Thick drippy steaks, elaphant cakes. Soldier a ruin to lean on.

• So the Cult concert was vary sensual. I was in the mosh/grope pit. Many firm tight girl asses waveing hotly in front of me. At the time I was wearing super thin vinyl pants with no underwear. It was like being naked and rubbing my throbbing erection against many many girls, the best was this beautifull asian girl. She would lean way forwards when to rubbed my manhood up against her, so that it was aligned with her molten hot vagina. Nice concert memorys...

• Blind for three days. Frozen moments,I slept through most of it.Fresh dreams with soft colors came with the clashing rains.

• My foolish behavior has caused much talk among my co-workers, rumers will flow about my sanity, perhaps I should have my eyelids tattooed.

• Big pockets of funk, this is the dust world. Go on and sleep without raisens

• wither in the vegitable forest. Shrug off this loan. Go with the hand's fortune. Ride the winds of the highway.

• The Icey beams cross the windows, spirit soar in electric world. Beams cross lost frost causts.

Grey alein pops, Super Sunshine Biscuit afternoon.

Mexican restaurant still haunts me. I got there. While hot licks her hip so seduction and taco meat. I'm so high I'm non-functional robotic shrinking fold in corner like a gunslinger watching his back. Mask bastion, fad goth mints. Pain chain, abuse caboose. You lick the hand that slaps you, thake the bath with they who strap you.

Mocks you shocks you. Clams walk with you, bats ride your shoe.

Awkward legends, the meat of the night. A forgotten holiday re-emerges with strange decorations and brittle music. Inky deserts, side trips into the cotton abyss. Deserted moth collection, traveling forwards, eyes closed. Cream bullets, skull cookies, toxic hard candy. A golden dance wearing cheddar helmets, garland frisk exchange.

Part thirteen: A series of burned fragments found in the fireplace

Neon peppers, monta-RachaelRay cheese, spicy squirrel squares wrapped in a nubian tortilla. Seseme fish scales, crispy and light. Onion stars and bacon powder.

Another view in a restraunt room, a happy proof, a sugar/dirt kingdom. Caustic frost bits, angry penguin flicks, nude corn, willow wafers, biscuit porn.

Tube matrix, lips play poker, forest tongue bible, decayanaise, political coffee.

Paycheck of the damned, lonely party's, time broth. Checkered magpies, words of bongs, people mouth-wind. Stapled face, zipper smile, epoxy hair. Jelly penis, cheddar vagina, mint-nips, soda breasts. Spaghetti taint, tuna-toes. Lambskin and curfew, the witching tower.

Crank those cells into life, into energy, concaine and a energy drink.

Madness slammed. bend the possibilitys, fastend the agility, re-create plyability, re-able dis-ability.

Put tacos in my heart, find burning frisks, hot feels, noodle wheels. Picasso in the weat field, magritte on speed. Tin stumps of a former metal forest. Blackend in firework powder ignition. Customized cornflakes, meals that loved me. Anvil platter, fleece biscuits, vapor tortilla.

Famine dancer, skyline in burning meadow. Grove of trees where I hide from my enimies. Pretzel guns spark, string cheese harp, hard boiled begs. Dragon soup, turtle colony pealed. Bells of fruit, chiming seeds to all known me's.

Shredded wicked toasted mischief. Mounds of froth.

Tall cunts country of the dozons. New rose in asphalt wilderness.

Clasping oboes, making eager windows. Bring this happyness to the strangled web, ebb without toasty minutes. Sleeps with a pile of kittens, rice world, tin barge, maple biscuit overture. Grin back, sythe my orange pockets, brisked fangs nibble a throbbing new day. Cleave onto the wafer place, bring me mint tacos, angry meat, caffine crusades, sweep the land. Grenade hut, snake soup. French joy, pinch my love. Online bears, dry pony dieing. Eyes shine, a hundred happy words. Time jugs, phone ripens in charger. Scubarise, town of bountys. Fleece flow mice flow let go.

Part Fourteen: Papers left at Motley Howe's place

Bales of onions, mask the planet. Amazeing jewelled biscuit. Incredible coffee mountain. Foam party, masked guests. Tickle me Elbow. Shanks for the memorys. Stacks of stapled floggers. Prehensile exiles creamy sword fight. Nothing more, tapid floor. Kite fucker, pre-paid fluffer, onyx onions. Ice bullets, chedder badge. Tormoil mind-riff. Scented jalapeno chamber tripod, bankrupt logic, labia waffers. Hard graze, self lubricating tonic. Spotted bloats, throat chokes, hooks and thimbles. Aztec fineapple, cigar harp, hatefull surgeons. False fig operation, queer queery. Minty day valcano plan, frisk her parts, bench stormer, slaughter boy. But drugs at Target. get high in a mastoid city, brings pretty.

Part Fifteen: Papers traded to Erms Coyloo for a joint

Shangerla, the poison perfume place. She send seek shells by the c-shore. Rats in the malls. Feedom on freeform flag bags. Randy bands, cum scented lands, gosh and glory, gus mugs. Get out, the fucking mystic country awaits. Machette moon, transfer the magic. Caffine plough, meat parlor. Six days towards mayonaise. Birds fighting over crystal meth. Porn horse, whiskey bridge. Stacked shirine vines, veins of astral telepathy. Rectal empathy, frozen levy levity.

Phobic nights choked with bitter laughs. Burning cones, sreaming loans and sad mirth rises. Crumbled meat pollien, brief sparks, red lines.

Pumpkin stampede, drills into our meals, flaps among ferns. Coffee pubes, night bread, join our vault, spins running. Strain witch, whiskey whiskers. Smooth tongue, bell collection, birds passing by.

Crisper roses march for no reason. Icey rage, vinnegar breasts, soft migraine. X-Ray spine, eccentric ogre powder. Obtuse eagerness, nano-pistens, angry christians. Meager merger, medallion stallion. Again our travals leave us unravalled, plan for the destruction of man. Sudds, plots, nugs, hot beach, kiss the back of her asian head. Politically putrid, rough, forbid gones crossing.

Heart is sickend, thick syrupy blood breaks off, arms numb and pins and needles are of the impending nothing, so fast, so vast.

Figet, friskit beaks in a crown out fit. Bags of broken charms, strangled in your arms. Dance with a gun strapped on. Up and on you run. Raise the lift, bridge the beer, get with a toxic nun. Popcorn on cheese in your destiny. Modyfied mock rakers reel in attention, they are on penson. Prison without walls, phone without calls. Salad Ann's lamp. Meatload, strings and pulleys, mullets and full bees.

Vile smiles purged giles, webs trickle mixed with treacle. Read math poems, go from this cinder bliss, blessed baskets, three mask hits.

Frag this fever, disapearing chains in red lanes.

Echoe fuck, magnet spears, cosmic brunch. Asked for flasks, cash is ashes. Prince of pumice, 10th to plume us, we are fungous, the balls lost.

Part Sixteen: Pages submitted by McFing's friends

This anger is a burning sigh, these are false and fucked up times, toss into a box, we chew away the seams and break free by any means, after all we are just brains in a jar being fed a lie world, a hatefull halogram.

The first important thing is to tear down this stained system, reform and keep warm. Kill the cold ass profiteers, that will up our ration of beers. Kill leaders in the street a revolution making meat. Kill the conservitive money brains, killing them is a good thing.

The shunting of hope, the clinging of tensil beams. The empty world, the dis-jointed life. The meadows full of writhing weeds. Masks and flasks, the past, the baseball bat. The creek behind our time, the silent flowing water. The almighty carelessness the carrage of bliss, the bright stars and rashes. Ponds fondle floaters, streets now abandoned, slowly they go. Covered wagon in the tree line, now clustered with clinging vines.

The less frowned highway. A forest of trash. Lonely moarn thing, Food for the dead. Bones rip through grinning chins, plants rust to strange bins. Behind the walls, hidden rooms, cruisified lost twins. Blooms in the wind, rips, uproar friendly drinks from tin. Sad silty sadists.

Beer roads, broken bottles, unload of the dirt path. Tipsy gypsy, lay on the road, smoking 3/4's expended ciggys flipped out of cars. Burn the road, ignite all life with passionate vertigo, unload through endless rooms, strange keg partys, small car bound social gatherings. Smelling ghost buffaloe herds, the breath of a former white buffaloe, beached whale from pre-history, stared at by drunken me, the luner eclipse. Pilot the road, fish tails into the ditch, sides of car raked in dead withered plants.

Heat and summer, cooled by soft rain a wet with life, fish ghosts in each drop, broken line from fleshy pecons, Dinosaur footprints in the back fields.

Hate and human masks fuck em up, kick they're asses. Step on children, put christians in there place............. Blow up this whole fuck in the world, an end to meat. Porn implosion, kept secrets and lies, entered the society's sabers, thats no favor. Eat the moment of fever, the reel world is a dead mirror.

Cops prowl about searching for innoscent victums, habitually breaking the laws they enforce.

Blue druid smooth bleek blink. Bi-poloroid sun kettle. The empty world the dis-jointed life. Sour hand to score the land to wipe glitter into the plan.

Dark summit of the bacon gods.

When the ruts outpower the road, globs of goodness unfold. We chew away the seams and break free by any means. Grove of trees where I hide from my enemies. Shredded wicked toasted mischief. Mounds of froth. Paycheck of the damned, lonely partys, time broth. Cats whispler of deleted pages, lost memorys, fireside revalrys.

Three arc tables in a shed covered in a grime of insuflated dust piles. Old topless pin-up model calanders fade against the walls. Seven hundred generations of wasps born and died. An old dart board oxidated into dry brittleness, the darts have been pulled out one by one by the timeless fingers of gravity. This place is now torn down, but it still stands in a different space, square dark and motly, it smells of ancient grease transforming into dust.

Bite frothy clumps, the past never happend. It's always beennew, the rest is a smeared mirror.

Satin objects bemoan the headache dawn. Broken fingers do the crawling.

Blue druid smooth black blink. Bi-poloroid sun kettle.

The empty world the dis-jointed life. Sour hand to score the land to wipe glitter into the plan. Dark summit of the bacon gods. When ruts outpower the road, globs of goodness unfold. We chew away the seems and break free by any means. Grove of trees where I hide from my enemies. Shredded wicked toasted mischief. Mounds of froth. Paycheck of the damned, lonely partys, time broth. PUt tacos in my heart, burning frisks, feels, noodle wheels. Cleave onto the wafer place, bring me mint tacos, angry meat, caffine crusades sweep the land. Tall cunts, country of the dozens. New rose in asphalt wilderness. Cats whisper of deleted pages, lost memorys, fire side revalrys. Oh the biscuit miles the foaming roads. Now sir we are amish street light sex up reel cream speed drone. Pistols bright against dark sandwitched night. Burn rocks eat tiger night rise among roses cripple a kite. Cooking night biscuits on the astral plane. Fine terrors leather ferrets. Entirely too many bitches on the plat forming, waveing demands seething palm lands. Breaks in coffee splinter smother floral box fins.

Mint moth super broth, handbaskets full of soil. We parade by ourselves. Liquir twister, a flowing spiked soda. Drunks walks like Yoda. Mold and spokes.

Phantom glow sticks twirl themselves forming into painted girls. Biscuits while pissing. Glass pipes release the word. lighters help. Churn the baked throat tissue. Always thirsty now, I'll drink in all a sucky symphony of slurps.

Pine wilds, mountain air still in my head. Flames writhe the outer blithe, the strong runes that circle the world. Pitch nap, peace flaps, waves hippy stucks. Caramel velcro, croth expense. Wheels of porno, lumpy shacks. Willing to light the stiff smoke the room.

Nipples wrap seashells around melons. Genital gum, tangy meaty flesh on my tongue. Sleep working yawning through life.

Wither dust, scrambled fury session. Ducks and disease. Dust among us. Pre fab magic glad, porous is for us. Cock webs, nether brute nor sidearm. Ever puff. Shimmie collection. Meat ego, fill the grove. My beagle, fashion flips, tiny free toes. Wedge salad, tipsy eons. Mummy love warm breasts in winter, dig flood pubes, mild incision track, pull up the nacho meat. Bug debit, sadder gods, wicks for hippys. Bookcase board, taser rockets, corn warriars, duck head.

Epitaph on a wombstone. Prempted relapse. Silky vagina grins sweet musk pave the lust towards freedom. Basket close to tail. Beef thong, chedder bra, cabbage shirt. Salty waltz. Pretzels dissolve in tea, seeing then, nubile whiskey. Walk to peru, with such a shapely arm I'll forlorn you, chewing gum, balls over filled with cum, it's love vemon for the new day.

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Part Seventeen: Badly water damaged notebook found in a abandoned asro van by the river

Sinister meat train, tumble my brain into insane. We walk rigid, butt cheeks flexed. We want war. We want death. Death to all who oppose now take off your clothes. I'll play you like a violin. Thats the state I'm in.

Perfectly tan, U the man. U the sun, U repress everyone. Alpha male sent from hell topingish the grinnrs. Suck light onion blight, frosted cookie porn, masterbate to the taste of it.

Boxed lost, pearls and sure. Miles of poop. Bus nestle, children who will stab us, stab our hearts.

Bent burnt, smoked, cracked, save me, then again why bother? Skys shrill bits, life of tits. Leather is better. Shores all non-porous. Drinks made by the soul-less machine to clean us of our dreams.

Bricks kick rednecks in the dick, tongues bleep now, cream drops well. Pubic love, hot hugs, legs wrap around then a nap, lets bring it apart, lets shoot me in my caffeine heart.

Blood on the road, cars killing again and again. Deer venom spreads a cellular revenge. Meat pin on ditch signs, bobbing beautys on horse back. Chins and fins swim in vodka. Yah got ta.

Raid of tonsils, deliver mashed finger tips. Flowery rain, clouded veins. Ten tools to tender. Fuzzy flutes, egg like roots, pick a screaming writhing flower. Midnight gloom tall perfume. Soda slurps, katshup burps. Why stare at me and die. Loathsome towell flowers. Chiggers send enemies. Pies all I wanna be. Katshup forest I won't be missed.

Shoot this life. Bring a tagent with your rainbow. Don't know shit they say, well on them I'll spray truth with a aerosal paint can. Protest obsess, injest, be blessed. Wasted fill life falls, till mind falls. sad brain. Moans tyed and lust, drunk again I love gin.

In this circle no one does well, freak focus send us to hell. Bridge around the underground, send my liver to a cleansing service.

Sadder fodder, streaming soildiers dead in the greass, life swims out with one last twitch. Panoscopic flee suit, churn masks, midget baths foam in my poems. You know em by wrote. The sky gave we smote with drunken fire fed by oil, oils of olive and thistle, suck my litemissile.

• Her minty muff, her bulbous cup, her vaginal moustache, her flange stash.

Part Eighteen: McFing's Death poem

• Bring me to my death couch. Cold buzz wash over me
• Bricks of resin tie me down
• smoke halo's me
• Burnt out eyes stare at the ceiling wise
• Drained brain, brain all the same
• Last hit, final hit is spent in the ashtray now
• Bless my bones, granted one final wish
• Then close my fleshly eyes and die stoned

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Part Nineteen: Armed Walkabout

armed Walkabout, shotgun march goes on. Free to wander about wildly. Steam cigs, stock and chocolate. River biscuits float with candles. Crows patrols those feilds where its real.

Cigerette mafia, they will smoke you if you cross them. Coffee and sugar dough biscuits of the smokey book store. A pitcher of beer there after hours.

Shells, double panzer cookies. Helms.

rungs again. Chedder silence. Grease shurikens. Labia angels. Float in the moat till you bloat...

Clover smokers strike gophers global gropers sex on sofas, fried salad nuggets, sons of the benches.

Homespun Taco tonic. Windy shore buds and gore, Brain wave station. Your inner thing. Meat heart, cracker bone. fidget napkins, nice cream chilled tangent. Mint flavored cement, semen and beams are leaving. Sexual Macramé scarlet swing in the hay. Phallic calender, drums in the drawer. Licorice over bumbled warplers. One station under cobs, two thongs don't make a fight.

Singbad the Tailor. You and what Amish.

Rock me whore or pick your show.

The mall of the mild.

Blend with Zen the jaw of the funnel reddened whackfest jail to the beef

Because the kite belongs to others

Fouled them of youth

Sweetbone wow it

Medical rush talcum gush. Blind surgeons mold our ally. Puppet dust, octave rust, we spin lots of banners. Night foam wanders, under brush crisp current. Sure it bent to the sodium night. Pickle venders stalk the underground. Mounds of hounds the rest unfound. The papers of night. We smoke alarm clocks to prevent the birth of morning. Ten spirits of spit. The wild hate. The bull clocks with handle horns. The worse the happy fate. The thumb driver's license, the perfume the boiler room.

Gone gaunt, tall and flaunt. The mixed watermelon wardrope. Rip up checks. The night returns mid day and the moon gets it's way. Waves of wavs. The postage burger. The celery steak. The tangled wires. The unknown cell phone.

Toasted up's. Goat sun bench ride. The arch. Frosty heaven stations. Marcist zoom glow. The honey coffee fornications. Saint Smoke pats endless smiling heads. The ozone and the pumpkin. The never navel. the concave cave dock. The happy girl grin. The gin. The coffin full of bacon. Item of the dawn.

Coffe duck. Mack mask, burning flask. Shit weed stiff cock moonwalk. Flask baskit, biscuit batch it patch matches flask shift. Vodka poet spinbur know it free mask clamp pass odd gods, rich flasks sacks the chance. The void at glance, stars right all tight sweet nipples by fire light.

Shred cells Nick Pells, Harly grails fudge nails ticks bail forskin 4 sale. Sailing on the railing a pale knight who masks the shell. Yellow sign, pigs and wine, whiskey puppet nothings up it.

Dinner mask. Meat greens. Grim tummy to the oval world. Watchers. Froth bandits. The cheese knights. The toil of the sandwitch. Smoking nachos late at night. Drift to night. Sleep with fresh sea weed blankets that glisten with dew. Poets are striking drums till dawn. The chedder barony. The pickle priests. Suds of love rinsed off me.

Twelve spigots to freedom.

Forever amid the cheese. By the shadow of my nurse. The coughing got worse. measles in the hay. Far flung and un sung the way of the swaying tray. Cheddar sword. Flood and erupts. The touch, the tuff the truffles. Enough.

Doctor tongue barn. Nuggets swell. Coffee ghosts in morning's wail. The turn of water to steam to ice to dream. Inflatable duck suit. A pill of that. The way station, the furry fist of chat.

Edible image board. Two gurneys. Missed mixed mollusk drips. Tribal caning. Trip toads flat on the road. A gross new day. Cross over to the millage. The times of the violin.

Mongrol caning massive dog lunch

See sea the green scheme. The dream pines the orchird sends. Bats donuts meat and the needs. The immediant the leads. The tells the true porn blue. The night slys. The piled up eyes. The sodium alone with him. The night of the lavander husk moon rush. The insect bush. The green glow bulge. The know it roam hole. The sandy small rocks that locks us.

Neuro porn rockets, claims of clamps. Might, the rich forcast. The cob merchant. The oily rick-bath. The tons of golden flippers. The night and it's assiociates.

Bent up black soda shack out in back. The summer air the musty forest. The strange flutes that puke in thin air. The squares where bears glaze. The chairs where the pears get snared. The window cill and do What thou will. Ten putrid juices. The go flowable goat choad. The evening we where up too late. The winds of strange. A plummet onto a welcome mat.

For which we stand. Beer and glands. Bottles of puddles. Puppys roam the land. The shriek sisters the meat patrol. Sudden thunder from angry puppets. Walls to lean on, soft soft walls, sink in. The always chair. The after Plath. The folded go on. The mercury rising the virture girtle. The gasp the wasp the path. Summer rain pelts like rangles. The odd socks the mocking pockets the emtpy wallet. The soda expression,the far flung fuck up. The meals of rattlesnake and treacle. the meager meat blitz. The odd udders the butter the other. Another brother discovers eachother. The plume walk. The anger pile. My liquir scorched stomach. The burning and the churn earns me nothing. The puffing the nothing.

The soft things the rain brings. The glide flings. The mild rings. The potatoe symphony. The bent of rampage the vapor stage. The cross over moths. The lost lost lost. The puffy puffy puffy socks. The walks nude amongst the brairs. The wires that keep us in. The grin that leaves nothing to win. The bottle is now a parasite. The right kite is lost lost in deep puddles of trees. The enemeie the free the being the leavings. The temple made of cement the swan the dawn the door the floor. Mainly the floor.

Swoop swap bodly fuilds with nubile druids. The cost the copper the copy the river. The shiver I get when emit the foamy potion. The ocean within the angry binge the twins who mean only harm. The ocean has arms, it hugs the beach and the son of the beach. Out of reach the preacher's candy dish the breach the leash the leach.

Up the tomes man, I dance of desks of risks, of infects. Connect all the stars finally a gimp to mars. I eat the air and pretent is something. The poor need whores, waraz, they dig cigars and bears. We protest in dank vests. The coffee is me. FReedom with rancid coffee from 1993.

Follow the biscuit

Send zen send nothing. Pretend to defend the abused neglected bunting. The something mixes with it. The next shift begets it. The leadership forgets it. The nothing gets a place downdown. The sound of one man napping. Soda kite, rigged road. Pattern mailbox. The faulted flights the wisdom kick. Hard laff like a punch. A emreo lunch. Lurch at perches, the peaches out of reach. Run one mile. Stand two trials. Go bold into cheese and run. Run for the beach and run for the breach. The trail goes mold into snow. The people loan the road. Swing on the thing. Always go never slow sell a soul but not your own. Roam like unfaithful biscuit gloam like fantasy briskett. Badger go, raccoon go, mouse you know. Red wing blackbird chirp to me message message and the freedom to see.

I"m eyeless its skyless. The mess of less. The nest unrest. The breast of fest. They break in the way. A sugar cookie at the end of the rainbow. Murky holiday. Soda cheese. Fixed ask nods. Minced ass roads. The toads go with a green scene. Now flap the tatters of the king

Know this glow this soylent soil. This interwoven frozen clone pen. This own personal Nile. Bong on sofa, with a loaf of bread sticks and a hat full of dipping tips. New chews. Druid moods. Forest before us lust at dusk, a mars car is such at food for the trust.

The burning stutter the camel's brother. The milk shades late at night. The toad brigade the gone balloon. The November June away. A Bad World a blank check that's expired. A little animal crossing the street late at night.

Along that biscuit train. We feel fields hands out strecthed outside. We feel flowers.

rice crotch, never a glisten, whisper and piss intill your pore. Sore drawers, ear stimple. Yearn box.

Sudden glown, torrid plume, purple gloom. rice on the moon. The terible chance, a rich flowing milkshake. Pseudo toxins, in froth drink. And forest lights up with golden moths. Bath in milk shake, rinse hair with soda. Banishing ritual for those tall thin neighbors. Permanent grin on a after birth. Stick man uprising. Balloons bounce in protest. Rancid hats, shoes are wrapped up welcome mats. We dine in the dome, the valley beyond is slender. The grapes on the table are made of marble but still edible. Tipping my hat at the dust bunnies who hunt shadows under the bed. Foam hitchike. Undead on the mic. The flicks in the piles, the men with short visions. Whoever said razors are gentle?

USB popcorn.

Snow giggles. Melon mix, pour it into yours. Red soda with a stringy after taste. coconuts from outer space. Sharpen your wind. Beat the prairie up making it swell with hills. Whoever said hunting Easter eggs with handguns shouldn't be done all year? Future food lab with force fed taste testers, mostly debt convicts. So clone yourself and have a orgy.

More USB popcorn.

Twib tribe. solid caffeine docks. Up the taffie lantern. Ducks cement wholly papers. inconsiderable muffin saints. Early porn skin bits. the lost goes. The midnight shift. The only seventeen bills. the marks of soder. The tone tomorow midriff. the tiny goes goes yo9u know. Moble heart soup. I don't you so. Listen for the wisps and they flake across the floor. Gone Gone Gone Gone coins.

How 2011 curled with resin and phobic biscuitologys

Whirling crosses. Lost focus in the frenzied march. Puff in the layers, fish and bright holidays tonight. Dawn up with frost and sleeping yet again on the fresh cut lawn. Suck that bleeding oxygen into moist and rich rich dreams. Baron Twinkee finger scores another bat wing dinner and marshmallows rain from Valhalla.

Bringing soft pillows to the apocalypse. Tangerine sun screen, felt sunglasses. Pin wheel soylent flippers. Puppet fuzz naval pumice. Future in a bent barn. Panda pelt flask chaps. Bo Dibbeley beat you to death.

The gods and man battle over candy over the bodies of massacred children. Another holiday gone wrong. Candy becomes the new money and eating it is a way of flaunting. Mmmm good cookies, I bet you little people would like some.

Gone low, dynamo. The little breech that brings the sea in. The nightly rants in spandex pants outside the glassy tea room. What foam they sell, and salty tales. We get lost and eat icicle crackers.

Red Horn spoke to me in a dream last night. Told where to find some other insight. Hold up until the moon is full. Go there go there soil they strode. There's these deer that roam the river and surrounding field lands. Sacred animals of extreme robust nature. They can be dream guides. They can lead you to high mana areas.

I see it now, the fearful then the angry land. The winds of rage with dust in face. The bodies covered in roaming other state's sands. The little green men that rose from the water when the land that links to Folded Space went dry. Cement Head lord of South field. Sitting on rusted iron throne, a rude dimly gleaming block. A prison home watching over the ruins of a once rich land.

People I see as I drive nowadays are so lost in elsewhere. Texting away fucking, posting while vomiting. Always the eye at screen for the other thing, the far away say.

strangers in blood spattered masks eating so much candy that night, by light of burning buildings. Slept in drunken slumber with high blood sugar nightmares. Of looming feverish repercussions. In shifting wavering scenes and persons. So close they come to know to get them. Yellow red and black layers. Felt mirrors. Opel waters.

A low tingle tickle titter of bells and windchimes neath the restless sky ripples. The pockets of stuff collected over night in the sand and debris blow. The endless lends and bargins. The smoke signals and beagle burgers.

2012 Updating my Journal to After the Now

This the hear of Hear. This people share poker chips and ice cream puppets. The streets full of the people's beats. Yopo Nuns. Squirrel pageants. Street fun midget runs. Tickle the fault lines a bit. Bring down a bitter sky ice spit. The year Kyle Deerbone returns from the dead in cowboy boots. Lead his people to the pompous lands.

Lots of waking life scene shifts. A spirit crew in antler hard hats changing the scenery behind your back. Never expect the same for long nowadays. The very shoes I wore here are now woven cobweb boots with ornately carved stone stars for buckles. You can't expect a movie you watch to come out the same way twice anymore. Some spend years trying to catch that one golden IF>

No separation of Biscuit and state. Windy cones they levitate. Brands hands by my land's last stand. The telephone poles became Totem poles over night. A long long windy wind. Could hear it moan alone and so drunk and stoned the bed was spinning. Biscuit and state is the way.

Sick soup barely puke. God stammers. Hammer grass lazy ass. Fuck the skunky sunrise blind. Never drops. Fall the cops. My liver dances like a salted leech. God hates love God hates love.

Porous corn child. Dog muffin. Underground assault lemons. Casual flex. Mandate a elevator. Castor soil. Mild revolt against the nothing clops. Horses bring us folded flower hours. Street fog with spiral floss cheese. No answer in this eternal wind. I only spank the unknown. Love was banned by the high elven command. Mount yourself you blind oily elf. Sparkle torment dot bomb. Prayer of no more prayer. Bare the glare the air is a knight without a kite. No amount of substance is enough to cut through this soylent soul. Smoke a millions bowls. drink a river and more.

 Nothing is the milk we fuck threw.

Walk outside in the candle light. The bright million. The other sided holiday. Stick a soon lost finger into the cogs of the great alarm. Wave a stroodle flag. Bag a poodle. Fool the immortals. Open the swirling portal. Let me free let me free be. Going to be found gasping dead blue as the night.

She comes like a river like a day like a dairy monster. I lick the folds what the fuck. The world clock and the crumps below the dumb. Spotted near the mall. Half a costume a flux ball. A nother brother in the leaning hall. Endless rooms call the buzzed wanderer. Cows know more then the we. I spell better then the me.

Here's to gin Here's to gin Born my stomach lining as it flows in. Boil my blood to madness drags into my brain screaming at the top of my lungs to rock in roll classics again.

Go! Eclipse Bird!

Mapping Dreamlands threw Dreamcheese Black as Night when there's Dice among the Embers

Black Plume Menu. Soda bench and now delivers. Sky toast for the unwanted. We go on instantly, with fat feet all steady.

Hunting Pinta's in Other Redwoods getting a tan from the radio.

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