Birthday 44: Electric Booga-lore This morning I woke up on the couch hung over and thought Huh, so this is 44 and after that I thought I wonder if my dick still works? so I jerked off and then, because I’m always on a giant monsters kick again I read … Continue reading Birthday 44: Electric Booga-lore
Month: July 2015
Neon Carrot
Neon Carrot in the vegetable garden of this evening's cracked sanity there's something wrong with these goddamned carrots! the local rabbits who subsist on such things have grown talk shows on their knee caps and their piss has turned the color of Jay Leno's chin a humorless shade of pink … Continue reading Neon Carrot
Politically Correct Film Criticism
Politically Correct Film Criticism Excuse my language I know yr not supposed to call women ‘Tina Turner’ anymore but in Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome Tina Turner is such a bitch
Me Too Night at Love Shovel Ranch Poem
Me Too Night at Love Shovel Ranch Poem for Jonathan Montgomery, inventor of Me Too Poetics, Marcus If, inventor of Love Shovel Ranch, and Jewel Reality makes no sense to me! Nothingness is just another shit bar Death is a bad pick up line I’m sorry about damn near everything! I walk … Continue reading Me Too Night at Love Shovel Ranch Poem
The Day The Sky Exploded
The Day The Sky Exploded What kind of space hero sets out to save the world wearing only a stern scowl, a plaid sports jacket, and no tie? Especially with all these post-impact arch-enemy of love asteroids crotch-punching the sky In a world in which Ground Control can be bribed for a thong-toting trust fund … Continue reading The Day The Sky Exploded
Infinity, Jewel (part 3)
Infinity, Jewel (part 3) (for the 4th of July) sitting at his computer on the 4th of July staring through Facebook at a picture of the pop star posing at the bow of the boat while wearing a bikini he pretended that he wasn’t just staring at a picture he pretended that … Continue reading Infinity, Jewel (part 3)
Fireworks
Fireworks (for the 4th of July) her vagina was an english lit major and his dick was bad grammar their sex was the sort of novel that makes bookmarks unnecessary ‘once upon a time’ jizzing all over ‘the end’ in the time it takes to clumsily microwave a frozen burrito … Continue reading Fireworks
