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Drinking at the Bad Daddy’s Bar Before Watching Godzilla
Drinking at the Bad Daddy's Bar Before Watching Godzilla In this new film like he does in the old ones Godzilla's fighting multiple monsters and while I prefer the old Rubber Suit versions and prefer the Stop Motion kind over all else I'm excited to see Rodan and Mothra again Even … Continue reading Drinking at the Bad Daddy’s Bar Before Watching Godzilla
Human Flesh Is A Gateway Drug 2019
Human Flesh Is A Gateway Drug 2019 Human flesh is a gateway drug to heartbeats and cartoons, getting stalked by Oblivion, and everything ending without the splash to Trump America and its un-repressed love of Fascism and tight pants to falling asleep at the bottom of the pool again to leaving the … Continue reading Human Flesh Is A Gateway Drug 2019
Trump Drives On Deep Into Twitter (watermelon 3)
Trump Drives On Deep Into Twitter (watermelon 3 of a 12 watermelon poem) for Richard Brautigan I have two cheeseburgers, Doc Holiday said to Trump, in his dream, One for each of you. and the President had an erection, because he really wanted both of them cheeseburgers He'd fallen asleep … Continue reading Trump Drives On Deep Into Twitter (watermelon 3)
Trump Drives On Deep Into Twitter part 2
Trump Drives On Deep Into Twitter for Richard Brautigan (Watermelon 2) (of a 12 Watermelon poem) March again?, 2019 it’s such a bronze medal-fucked year already Everything worth winning stuff keeps getting kicked in the truth, its face ground into the gravel by random gangs of rowdy assholes with Budweiser breath … Continue reading Trump Drives On Deep Into Twitter part 2
Trump Drives On Deep Into Twitter
Trump Drives On Deep Into Twitter (Watermelon 1) (of a 12 Watermelon poem) --for Richard Brautigan, on his birthday January 30th, 2019, another irritable-balls-syndrome’d year inside which Brautigan’s still dead and the entire goddamn world has tossed itself into the paper mache pit where memories thumb rides with their elbows … Continue reading Trump Drives On Deep Into Twitter
2 Years Without Nickel
2 Years Without Nickel Time moves like a drunk in an old suede jacket that won’t leave us alone Whispering in my ear tonight, shit like: I ain’t on your side, Columbo. Something in German that sounds like fate choking. and Your cat is still dead. 2 years gone and I … Continue reading 2 Years Without Nickel
