I am alive …

I am alive until the last horn,
and the corn is harvested,
and the scythe is dried crimson truth.

I am alive chasing the muskrat ho,
her diamond spirit a aglow,
her firebrand CHAD CHARIOT chasing the wolf,
and in that bland residue,
wouldn't you know?
A bad fume and gloom,
no one's gonna know.

if we make it to Black Friday ... what will that be like?

perhaps this year's "Black Friday" 
ends BOBLIMPTOCK in a rage-driven thirst storm 
CRESCENDO of monkey paste nightmares 
and cocaine santa clause dreams ... 
hopefully

I feel like I've "remote viewed" this year's Black Friday,
and it's definitely the case 
that the LORDS of BOBLIMPTOCK 
will be revealed as GRINKEN TIME commences 
and the ape-squirrel feeds on dead coyote-bat ....

've seen BLACK FRIDAY in CINCINNATI ...

I've seen the harlot squads, grabbing at FREE MICROWAVES and ignoring the fact that there's been no food at the grocery store for 2 weeks ...

YOU ATE RAT CAKE and DANISH FLU GOO,
you lived off of the road apples,
mixed faerie dust milk

Don't go sulk,
your HURRICANE POWER BUTT
is seated upon the HUTT CHUTT,
of lost blazing boovula steak.

Take a break from your struggles,
invite Mr. Buggles into your place ...

Stand before the mirror in the bathroom,
turn off the light BITCH ...
throw that light switch ...

and then speak ...

"Mr Buggles, Mr Buggles, Mr Buggles", thrice, it's me

and the ice queen sends her mean crab gang,
and her fangs sink in deep
into your buffalo seep

No friends in ELDON TOWN,
only frowns from old dead minstrels,
and the slough wardens of Port Royal

go sleep child
go sleep child
go be MEEK AND MILD

next to the fire of Neverton