144,000 will be saved
fallen heroes by the grave
morbid tones will be played
every pilgrim has a shave
Don't forget the thing he saw
grab your woman by the bra
break the door and steal the car
drive to RENO
see the SHAH
Mountains fall
ravens call
mothers bawl as tears rush down
the ground breaks
the world shakes
kingly serpents make blood cakes
Dumpling deal
stew congealed
crowds reel from the clown
brown flows
the city glows
families executed
at the center of town
A sea disturbed
by the squall
pirate ship
standing tall
taking turns
lightning urns
a wicked churn
the mainsail stalls
God is standing
He sees the storm
forming
arriving
leaving
returning
breaking the wheel
He doesn't care how you feel
the toil and sweat
every bet
through their loss
it is revealed
A wind will blow
starting soft
the wise men smile
the bitter scoff
the light is warm
beyond the storm
all with conform
to the TRUTH HE KNOWS.
Boiled Frogs
Boiled frogs ...
Boiled frogs can jump out.
But they don't know what's happening.
I know what's happening.
I can't jump out.
Boiled frogs are remembered.
They don't remember themselves.
I am not remembered.
I don't exist.
Boiled frogs endure.
They die but there are more.
Always more.
From that WHORE called nature.
Bounding forth
with hopeful arc
swimming and playing
always sure
the boiled frog endures.
I do not endure.
I wither away.
Dust that is discarded
someday.
What can I get for 49 cents?
What can I get
for 49 cents
can't pay rent
my truck has a dent
I committed a theft
woman done left
dog in a hole
I can't smoke a bowl
for Christmas there's coal
for 49 cents
what do you think of that gent?
What would I do
for a bucket of goo
that feeds my whore wife
and brings her to life
for goo
for me and for you
we'll work in the caves
and go to the raves
for a bucket of goo
What would I do
will my balls turn blue
will my woman stay true
or coo coo coo
with another man
like uncle Stan
her works in Japan
that's what SHE'D DO
What would I do?
What do I smell
like hell
sulfur and TIN
copper and WET
you BET
there's a crimson stain
near the brain
leaking tea
don't you see
what I smell?
Where can I live
where the sieve
can give
that purer WINE
that's fine
in summer
and never a bummer
forked women
laying in wait
by the pudding grate
too LATE
something has to give
WHERE CAN I LIVE?
How do I BREATHE
after you leave
and the lake turns cold
and I drink brown mold
the juice of the earth
from birth
to death
every smelly breath
snot on my sleeve
HOW DO I BREATHE?
How do I run
when the fun
drains away
and we're shuffling
all day
lurching
and crouching
slouching our way
sustained by fire
we never tire
we never stop
are you a cop?
How do I run?
WHERE IS THE FRIEND
when you're burning
at the end
you descend into HELL
ring a bell
and say "hey friend?"
oh well
only silence in the hall
grab a ball
do not tell
the sitting prince
he condescends
WHERE IS THE FRIEND?
OMEGA FORCE!
Omega Force is beckoning
a landmine going off
shake off the dirt
mortgage your soul
smoke that last BOWL
because OMEGA FORCE
has arrived
Don't be snide
don't chide the whale wrestlers
if you're reading this
beyond the track
in the waste-zone
near the dying seas
YOU ARE ALSO
OMEGA FORCE!
OMEGA FORCE
soldiers eat fast
when we make love
it lasts
long time
the bitches swoon
like a loon
she screams
not mean
"I LOVE YOU!"
OMEGA FORCE
loves you too
boo ...
currently
the STRAIT of HORMUZ
is controlled by
OMEGA FORCE
FLASH TROOPERS
SENT BY SPACE PLANE
totally insane
armed with knives
and hatchets
and rusty chains
their triumph
is a moral victory
OMEGA FORCE SKY NAVIES
dishing out brown gravy
making a lazy susan
and an old HAG
lose their legs
as OMEGA FORCE DELTA SQUADS
show off their bods
on the hot wheels
display
OMEGA FORCE SOLDIERS
are always ready
ready for FREDDY
ready to get rocking
and take the train
to funky town
crimson gown
worn by HER
just a bur
in your foot
but keep running
and soon you will see
VICTORY
OMEGA FORCE TIME
is not normal time
it is measured in bullets
and brine
and cotton weave sweaters
and bloody old tampon factories
where it gets messy
and your home
burned and buried
is forgotten
in the slime
OMEGA FORCE DRESSES
like the streets
nothing neat or fancy
just chancy hookups
and love quadrangles
made of power puff pudding
and red jello
we are NEVER SEEN
or believed
because we skeeve on the edge
near the ledge
where the rat curdles collect
and doughnut masters relent
before the coming storm
if you are homeless
YOU ARE OMEGA FORCE
X-RAY BLEEDING EDGE
NIGHT WARRIORS!
OMEGA FORCE is PLANTING CROPS!
soy and corn
porn drops and cum apples
peach butt fuzz tangerine plaza
with cupped inserts
and plastic end caps
we planting CUKES
and tomaters ...
potaters and gravy ...
old navy piss beans ...
sights unseen
by cantaloupe sailors
and salad foragers
and turd gerkins
OMEGA FORCE SOUP
is spicy and exciting
containing mint worms
and lice bandit sausage
the kind of glue goo
better than stew
made for HARD FIGHTING
and lightning fists
and last wishes
before the flood
OMEGA FORCE PATROLS
are in your town
right now
ready to POUNCE
for the last ounce
of rainy night FLIGHTS
and grease raids
and stripper banshees
separate from the beast
unleashed
and fresh
OMEGA FORCE KINGS
are hard charging stallions
carrying GLASS SPIKES
and NAVAL cannon moss
no special colors
just regal and proud
and they're ready
as the sun goes down
to put on that crown
and beat that meat
raw
OMEGA FORCE BURRITOS
are made of BAT RUB BACON
and chigger-cheese
they please your belly
like a jelly turnip dancer
and the answer
is POWER POUR
and sweet gravy
and old tired murder
OMEGA FORCE
NEVER SLEEPS
we're up all night
what a SIGHT to see
for you and me
those warrior cats
roaming
foaming
unstoppable and angry as FUCK
never taking a rest
only the best
put to the test
OMEGA FORCE SUCCESS!
OMEGA FORCE RAINING
from above
like airborne dagger hawks
stocked up
on hooker wine
and the race is waning
and there's no feigning
disbelief
because it's a relief
when the ceiling fails
and we go off the rails
and drain the wound
hear the sound
hit the ground
like it's training
OMEGA FORCE MOURNS
for the scorned whiskey travelers
and gypsum gentry
teaching wasp class
catching sea bass
as the wind sweeps the plains
and their gains
are a forlorn hope
a big cope
because the enemy is near
crack a beer
eat a burrito
it's neato
when OMEGA FORCE
is finito
Several of my OMEGA FORCE comrades live NEAR YOU ...
On the streets ...
Hiding out ... in plain sight.
Watching your house at night.
BURRITO MASTER!
I am the Burrito Master!
My power fork
with spork yoke
and broke-back grease
I will never cease
to bring you
the ground meat
from the seat
of the sweet treat
alabaster.
I make these
slime tubes
for less than $2.99
and it's fine
because my girl
my woman spirit
grabbed the onion god
and her BOD
was HOT STYLE
picante type
ever after.
The flesh burden
it's hurtin'
and your own cost
to the boss
and the mayor
is too much
so the factory churns
and burns
with old Aunt Mabel
from the stable
to the abattoir
a craftier cheese.
I can't stop wanting
that frothy wheel
after the meal
my teeth yellow and raw
stuck in my craw
the bone mantle
the grizzle
the muscle gird
and then the SOUP
from the poop pipe
one swipe
and it leaves
with ease.
I make burritos at midnight from the discards of Texas toast nightmares.
My WOMAN demands HOT POWER LIVER OINTMENT type burritos, for prices that make sense. I use the old meats, left at the CHEVRON in plastic cases and old dirty Jesuits.
I can make you a burrito for $2 ...
It's guide-sleaze and you smell the breeze to find that chugger-loot.
You'll scoot on down to the EMPORIUM and buy some gut-slab, then go to the razor-bakers and purchase that 50% asbestos flour for making fine style tortillas ...
JOOG-FLESH and pond-walnuts are the toppings, and these grow near the abandoned chemical plant ... the one where those nuns went missing 5 years ago ...
The whole thing takes no time to cook, using arc-welders and acids ...
For two bucks.
When we were young hunters?
Chasing the milk-sow and the journey-ass of S'compton?
OUR BURRITO MASTERY transcended the fecal pleasures of LORD CASTRO and the other incidental subway turds that girded their loins for tender metal flesh.
We'd add AVOCADO, but it was jungle paste and paint flakes.
We'd add lettuce ... but the lettuce was strumpet-skin and hairless dog lice ...
We'd ask for ICE in our soda, but our sodas were imaginary and our water was brown and real.
Our burritos were cheap and plentiful.
Our women were full of crabs.
BURRITO MAGIC?
That's what she called it, when she grabbed my nuts and shoved her free hand up my ass.
In a spastic clutch, we'd hutch over and share the mule offerings of mortality, as the anus bled and my balls turned blue.
After many minutes of pain, I'd shake it off and leave her happy-valley replete with cave gifts and gumbo-grease and milk-duds.
Many of the septic tank babies came by this way, filled with hopeful din and then dumped on the sidewalk for the creepers to feed on.
And all of this was for burritos.
But the doob freaks, the ones that eat brown-slick, they are the worst of the GERGEN-TORG wiggle farmers.
My third burrito wife?
We thought we'd mated for life.
A strife world,
bejeweled in vibrant tones,
and boned beef,
as she queefed,
leapt past the dome,
and then we could roam,
like nightmares,
at the county fair,
made for two,
a burrito wife for you.
For the heat? - we eat burritos made of saffron and bear-steak.
We spend the mornings hunting boar-salamander in the curry swamps, as Pajeet finishes his shift at the Country Inn.
In the evening, we wear bornet-gowns and douse ourselves in pigeon-whiskey and burn away our sorrows.
My last burrito was STORM-ICE and glazed hornet wings. We ate these damn things under a blazing orange and smoky sky, as the MIND-TIGERS told riddles and the fiddler calmed the crowds.
Ministers in torn clothes sing songs of coming days, and the haze breaks and beyond there is a DRAGON called BURRITO MASTERY 9000.
Women, forlorn by lost love, point their naughty fingers at the smoke and chant "he's woke, he's woke, he's not broke" - and the golden shower commences and the women slather themselves in goat urine.
So we say goodbye to our burrito nightmare.
goodbye
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FRIENDLY RANT:
I need friends ...
friends made of
glowing hot titanium
and if they held your hand
it would turn to ash
in a flash
I wish I had these kinds of friends
friends who could melt people's hands
I grew up
in the time
of whiskey-apes
we ate cat pudding
we wrestled our fears
in the hope
that some NUKE WAR
was near
I wish I had friends
who remember those times
those years
we'd throw back some beers
and dream of being
ATOMIC WARLORDS
with 50 hooker wives
and a million lives
as the stone breaks
these would be cool times
and great friends
I need to tell you ...
I love you.
I love your halitosis.
I love your diseased liver.
I love the fact that you poop blood clots.
You are my honey-time franchise winner.
And with my SKINNER I'll harvest the world
Cuz ... you know.
I love you.
There's this new thing
called water dieting
you rapidly lose weight
and then you die
and then the REAL magic kicks in
as the pounds melt off
as the worms burn those pounds
you lose a lot of weight
I'm on day 3 of the water-diet,
I've already lost 15 pounds.
I'm feeling woozy though.
people are telling me
the "water diet" is dangerous ...
WTAF do they know
did you know that MOST
of YOUR MASS is WATER?
why has the weight loss
industry and other fitness
edge-lords been lying
about this
for so long?
they NEVER talk
about cutting it,
they always EMPHASIZE
having MORE
MORE WATER
What if the SECRET
to LOSING WEIGHT
and GAINING MUSCLE
has always been
cutting out water?
One I lose 50 pounds
on the water diet ...
I'll send you pictures.
Or the coroner will.
I will be
next years
beach body
surprise ...
The EYES will turn
to me ...
From the sea and the spray.
My JUICE BALM
SEAFLOw STYLE
CHEMICAL BUTT
OINTMENTS will
SELL OUT ... soon.
We're going
to the moon.
Water diets are challenging.
All your friends will say you're crazy.
Your family will distance themselves.
They might even call the cops on you.
If you do the water diet.
But I promise you,
you WILL lose weight.
A lot of weight.
All of it.
My doctor said
I was MAD for
doing this water diet.
I asked him:
"how much
of your body
is water?"
This shut him up,
he froze,
he had no response.
What I really want to do?
- focus on my body.
And that means
drinking NO WATER
today ...
none.
None tomorrow too.
My goal:
a week
without drinking water,
and I think I can do it.
Then two weeks.
Then 5.
Some experts
are coming out
OPPOSED to water diets.
This is apostasy.
These heretic harlots
must be STOPPED
at all cost ...
Even if it means
we all get herpes ...
"check under your chair",
as Oprah would say
it's okay
it's herpes
Did you know
water kills thousands
of people
per year?
but BIG WATER
doesn't want you
to know
how poisonous
this shit is
the mega floods
that hit Appalachia
a few years ago,
that looked a lot like "Popeye"
on the Ho Chi Minh trail (iykyk),
that was water too ...
Sharks? - live in water.
Ted Bundy? - drank a SHIT TON of water.
Jim Jones
handed out
the COOLAID/KOOLAID (Mandela Effect) ...
The big Tsunami in 2011?
(that was water)
Bloated?
inflammation?
what do you think causes this?
(what if you knew it was WATER all along?)
Full disclosure: water dieting has risks
There are many
that say
you have to
have water,
every single day,
but some think
this is hydro-centrism
and racist.
Would it shock you
to know
ALL THE NAZIS
drank water ...
DAILY!
That's right ...
There's a LOT
of prejudice
out there,
when it comes
to non-hydrotarians.
We choose
NOT to hydrate
because we know
where most weight gain
comes from
- water.
Water was always the poison.
Stop drinking water,
and start drinking in life!
We have a training camp
coming up soon for people
who really want to lose
a lot of weight ...
The secret was always water:
stop it,
stop drinking it,
let it ooze out of you,
and you will be free
The power over thirst
is the power over weakness
Thirst: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=29742
18 days: https://www.guinnessworldrecords.com/world-records/67607-longest-survival-without-food-and-water
Where it’s headed: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=29563
Attendance: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=29645
What’s on the MENU: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=29639
Dystopian mathematics: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=19704
Price of water (a tale of an economically inferior good): https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=29622
I.G.Y. REVISITED ONCE AGAIN SEQUEL: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=29617
How is this real?: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=29613
Enough time left to watch Doomsday?: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=29553
Super El Nino: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=29548
Love is: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=29707
Guns and problem solving: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=29704
Patina of courage: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=29700
FANCY EMPIRE: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=29721
NEW SCRIBBLES T-SHIRT: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=29661
Old Man
Old man
awaiting the clock
don't balk
don't flail
summertime sets sail
scan the seas
eat your peas
bend your knees
to the KING of FLEAS
Old man
burnt by the sun
having fun
on the run
carry that shotgun
BANG!
That's what she sang
on the STAGE
with RAGE
she's a sage
of the trees
Old man
hurting from the fight
it's alright
the sky is turning red
but you're not dead
remember what
the old shaman
SAID:
"Keep calm
keep clear
have another beer
let your
dear one
go ... she was a HO"
And remember bro,
she gave you a disease
Old man
your wife is fucking
your dad
you've had all
you can have
your world
is full
of twirling
nightmares ...
So stop
look out
no matter the season
you'll find a reason
lock the door
throw away the keys
Old man
regret torn
forlorn hole
find your soul
lost on the streets
grab yourself a TREAT
from HOOKER JANE
she's insane
she'll let you
grab her TANG
for a slab
from the jab
and the herpes sleaze
Old man
go to Japan
find the STORE
where the WHORE
hit the FLOOR
and her GORE
red spout
all about
it was a rout
no time to pout
just SHOUT
as loud as you can:
"No more land,
just sand,
and dead trees."
Poor little G1NJRBR3D …
Whatever happened
to poor G1NJRBR3D?
He was here,
such a young scamp,
running about
chasing butterflies
and dreams …
WTAF ever happened
to that little
BEAM of LIGHT?
Did some monster
take poor G1NJRBR3D
in the NIGHT?
Little G1NJRBR3D
never hurt no one
no how …
he was a moon child
of the darkest emerald
and in glaze
his hazy ways
would transform the gloom
from a tomb.
No one said
nothing bad
about poor
little
G1NJRBR3D …
but is he dead?
Did some force
grab him
in the woods?
Is he gone
for goods?
Did I kill
poor
little
G1NJRBR3D?
WAS IT ME?
Or was it cinna-bun …
on the run …
he’s got his gun.
If you see him
you are done,
cinna-bun-bun-bun …
cinna-bun-bun …
he walks the Earth
driving his hearse
where there is no sun …
I was able
to remove
the ear worm.
It was grey
and brackish
and sad and lame.
It had scab eyes
and a walnut brain.
It was tearing
at my temporal lobe,
chunks of brain flesh
and girg.
I am left
as Mr. Potato
made me,
full of zest
and robusto.
I am ROBUSTO and so is G1NJRBRED.
Robusto
extravagante style
VOLCANO YACHT
CLUB SEX TALES
type living,
with dolphin wine
and raccoon cum
and gopher sunsets.
Hammered and hungry,
we’re breaking out
to find new possibilities.
We’ve been STRUCK
by the LOVE CURSE,
and our HEARSE speeds away
carrying our flesh burden
and our desires.
We fold
into the ground
like hound dog
warriors,
and the mountains
bend
to our new
fire posse.
TAKE HOLD
of your emotion
and FIGHT
for your LIFE
until
the cities burn.
And among the urns
labeled red and black
somewhere near the back
of the bus
for the rest of us
sat little G1NJRBR3D
He mutters still ...
"whatever happened
to poor
little
G1NJRBR3D ..."
SLENDERMAN: Library Volunteer
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UPDATES:
- still looking for work
- shit still looks too fucked up to talk about
- I think I met SLENDERMAN at the Library
- I am accepting donations again, fuck it … I suck …
- I want to figure out a way to sell my t-shirts
To fight back against SLENDERMAN, hang an egg carton outside …
Alan Greenspan is DEAD (Hamburger is no longer STEAK): https://www.nbcnews.com/news/obituaries/alan-greenspan-economist-longtime-head-federal-reserve-dies-100-rcna42286
DDDD: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28732
EBOLA: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28729
HEAT DEATH: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28725
ALBANIA: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28720
HIKIKOMORI: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28703
A lonely death …
A lonely death
not best or worst
as cave snakes embark
and the park
where my body was dumped
is now empty
Spotted crane
leaving a stain
the membrane torn
by the scorn
and regret
a last pet
left at the vet
a note in the cage
"no rage, no sadness"
just stale
and a body melting
at the veil
Auto-deposit
zombie finances
aunt Sally's fruit cake
for the bake
holding out
months and YEARS
never fear
it's still fresh
with a cat feast
off the leash
and bones do all the rest
The smell is washed out
by Filipino hookers
workers and builders
sweat and blood
and piles of crud
cover up the stench
of the bench
and the body
it's so naughty
no one stops by
The cats are full
near the dried pool
vomit and blood
desiccated and dry
maggots and flies
bones yellow and old
covered in mold
the landlord stops by
"hey, you okay inside?"
but silence grips
pursed lips
"I'll come by another day"
that's what the landlord say
A lonely death
split with fear
no one to remember
no one holds dear
empty clothes
forgotten friends
bitter ends smell sweet
one last treat
for the demon
with a cheer
Dump the body
some place nice
not on ice
not near a church
not under a birch or a pine
find the fine
wet sand
at the beach
under a log
so some coyote
or man
can find it there
in the sun
tomato paste fun
place a gun in the hand
I'll pay 100 grand