RUN SWINGER RUN! (Don't Worry, It's not safe for work...)

but I think you'll admite

that the human animal 

is an ear

or near to an eye

I have no identity

no breast tongue

to admonish death

or to lay

this herald down

and so I swing!

like a hangman

over rust

and my monadischism

is a manacle

an opera

It says here you shall have a tanty

about the infinitely long single spaghetti

which has already left the bowl?

Nice and packed away.

undso

where the wild and tinkling green must go

there the sobomile shadown skyl

will finger

alwn ny red bawn munderbonnet's

tool

the motor holds the soul

its ceremonty

err, money

the sleepy way

that transgresses

both reason

and unreason

and makes success and failure

a collective glass mothball

an ontology of space

whose large silence

is all philled up

with incandescent racketts

necrop woiamk rit hdon laetes bat maln

"I delivered the invisible football to a bird

whose head was a poor trait of myself.."

rinse freely

with 

no neck

would you mind storing my cherry here

we've entered a totalitarian period

so my monkey is becoming a hipster..

If abstraction is a sphinx,

then to riddle

is to promote a cowardice

of totalitarianism.

I am starring you again,

in my deeply disturbed movie of no self

but myself (yourself)

together

we'll never quite learn

to totalitarian

glove, etcetera

(diagonal ellipsis symbolism-self)

Your turban is both racist

and totalitarian

and beautiful

and fake..

It was a long journey to become a totalitarian beatnik, but now that I've arrived,

I guess it's time to get back to

where I came from.

(I never left)

"only write"

Let's see if we can get the deluge to move a little to the left or the right..

of fuck it, the medium is all principles, all junk dna,

all bozo the clown head's acid total wee muse..

Do you remember when Arabia was synonymous with jazz and fruitypants?

Just wait, totalitarianisms come in sixes..

I never would have guessed that I would be the lead singer

of 

THE BULLET PROOF BEATNIKS

POOR TIRED

BROKE SAD

OLD HORSE

NUMUNE

A

VO

KARL MARX MANSON

(think about totalitarianism as a cryptic poem about mandog monad damon)

I'm ignoring the little magical beatnik, are you?

(snaps)

(claps)

In this cave of sesamun

there is a shoe

of tongues

a treasure 

for thieves

or just go straight to the vortex

where you discover other species

other ways of gossiping

among your unbridled self hoof

as a plan that

pleats

planets

at time

one at a time

each moment planet

is a total emblem

representing its own sculptural self

hello,

could you send up another order of curried squab

for my bride's maid

words are stairs

words are men

word is a sea pipe mustache

and as a woman

and a praying mantis

I poemed a prayer

for mantic monads

wherever they are 

or if they are

which even if they if

they may be aft

to this raft

I'm sproating

long about the waste

to the break of dwn

it's a long solar cell goodbey

complitated sharon

my extrapolated tale

everyday

like a math problem

but it isn't a problem

just a sink

a bright and vertical hyphen

of AWARDS

a new idea

or enclosure

an instance of taxis

proceeding calmly

in the elegant

balloon of color

even pollution

and stupidity

are at least

hand drawn

Salvador Dali

was at last

an Arab

from France.

cocaine

in a lemon.

perverts

falling like snow

over a gentle hillside

of totalitarian

shopping

and emu noh

I'm just as happy as you

to be expressing all this tragedy

regret

and suffering

What if Jonah

had found once inside the whale

an electrical outlet

and a shoe with a po'er chord?

Desire

is the suffering of travel.

The sky

is an eternal vehicle.

The One.

The Heavens.

The great burden of knowledge.

and the wild debut

of stupidity

in her final

denouement

as him.

I give you

a weird fucked up singularity thing

with nothing else to compare it to!

have fun with that

fun house mirror

devil circus

etc

let's wait here for a really long time

then continue to do nothing

and then

do a lot more waiting

for nothing

then die

wait

I play you a song while you wait!

ok.

Let's go see this amazing old castle!

Do you see it?

Instead of a royal crown on a blank faced head,

it's a bug sticking out its enormous tongue!

THE GATE OF BUGORGON!

I wish to study atomic mystery sun and paracelsus!

Does it turn off by itself?

I think it works like a one-sided coin..

If you are one of the COMPANIONS OF THE EVERGREEN

why is everything you wear and own

BROWN???

Isn't killing pretty?

It's like art that actually upsets people

but for totally mundane reasons

like love and feelings etc..

Your job is to make communism

more like green beans..

Something people can trust on a webnesday night

before Wrestling starts..

I'd like to have a word with my good ol Mammy

 great spirit, tell her

I've put an olive shaped radio inside totalitarianism

and it is broadcasting

pure MARTINI

(martian radium)

ZARDOZ SAYS,

CLEAN UP YOUR TRASH!

the greatest spirit

wears a long pink plastic nose

and that buddha

is the total lily

the bag of soap lily

the emerald candle

whose greatest film

was

THE REIGN OF VERTICAL HYPHENS COMPLETE:

RUN SWINGER RUN!

orthography = vortex