vomit that dried between the buttons on my cellphone

along with the vom
these were found in my mobile
now I witness me:

“fisting down the night
isolation power walk
none one else but me

sweating out chit chat
car sick stir crazy piss bag
Baileys on me breath

missed out on doz cuffs
i guess i knew that couple?
only eye contact

where making money
none of my pals could make it
gotta love a check

tell me if it’s hot
aint people sleep here either
libido numbing

idiot arrest
top bunk fat fuck perfumer
no more hugo please

quasi arousal
the old world owes me a beer
winding off sheer edge

30 year slumber
logged out pine trim costume lights
stuck in power stance”

all things considered
coherent for a blackout
minus the typos

random bullshit that doesn’t make any sense

Dionysus here
purple wind breaker jacket
facial expression

leggo my ego
downgraded to acquaintance
step mom apostle

never anywhere
is that too played out for you
something to worship

2 cups of coffee
Pour one out for my homies
one for the decline

on the 25th
traditional downloading
please finally die

intern damnation
muffin tops muffin bottoms
flaming tilt-a-whirl

honey not now please
doesn’t play well with others
silent grassy knoll

deteriorate
birthright to dig your own grave
wonder what happened

hungry animal
juice box valley treasure chest
somehow not as bad

sour gummy bears
sanitation job market
bottomless pancakes

Dionysus says
how could you possibly sleep
at a time like this

john booey gamble
gooey ooey cuckooey
bewinged luigi

lick my résumé
California grapes online
word art safari

creature of habit
by my lizard brain, enslaved
and i can’t escape

close oblivion
let’s think about what that meant
air circulation

reminder to die
no new experiences
no new ideas

you shouldn’t be here
take your Shrek™ money and go
don’t hurt me again

mixed unit tactics
people-watching, dejected
firing synapses

quality magic
annoyingly insecure
black light eraser

hardcore dad magnet
listening to the 80’s
should I shave my head

reoccurring thoughts
melancholic wandering
festival at night

extra nothingness
fail to lift the smallest spoon
unrespectable

drifting godlessly
across unchanging landscapes
above average

fireworks smear above
slaver chief’s caravan rides
easier this way

ultraviolet
Dionysus is calling
nineteen ninety-nine

sensibilities
defeated schizophrenic
I don’t know what’s real

giant mechs in space
cheated on her with your first
polynesian choir

solemnly prepared
uncensored tie dye divorce
to the tard wrangler

sadistic milkshake
“let’s do this again sometime”
sleeping wonderland

velociraptor
let me check in with my dad
sand metropolis

iguana sauce house
i overheard the realtalk
reno nevada

lap 199

reached no conclusions
a valuable waste of time
further from the truth

flash photo dark knot
abstract toes in my slippies
human waste story

helicopter blade
keep me breathing through the night
mailing out kisses

image of a friend
I don’t wanna seem that way
react poor no more

lucid blooming walk
get these cuties out the house
self ashamed no more

post continental
somewhere with bouncy balls
maybe sweaty too

7 Eccles street

urban happiness
sapping goat’s milk from the trees
biking through the fields

working for nothing
loogie out her inner ear
fika on the stumps

golden off the leash
narcissist in G minor
go round ground hallow

lusting lost lovers
sins on sins in wasted sheets
amoeba crotch stains

stupor acid rack
rice pudding and precious stones
aquarianos

you’ll never be right
expect things will stay the same
live life anyways

kept hearing humans
big fat grey and spread above
speckled horizon

meaning off wander
thicker into the distant
all fours surrounded

happened to my mouth
caught jellies with your daughter
even less than that

sweetie missed her flight
through softest scottish moaning
blades glazed the nostrils

genuine invite
laced with hopeful fantasies
not too changing life

dreams of sober feel
not the same as different
truth has surfaces

do I drunken live
wandering Bloom’s intestines
for the greater good

fuck smell off jaiken
44 the new report
playing in the sludge

anyway lookit
high ho the Daley oh no
whiskey for the dame

try’na get respect
self imposed diaspora
new broken arts club

back in the day

holy artifacts
beyond the point of meaning
echo wasted years

dragged into the trench
he really caught a big one
moody little shit

rural happiness
five or six kinds of cookies
murder on the news

little fishy flop
addicted to the struggle
I go up da stream

mysterious shapes
paddle to the island shore
summer snack pack gut

mainland under haze
further longer broader pack
there aint no endgame

nonsecure units
painful pleasure hexagons
order rearranged

no happy ending
investing in addiction
cold soul locked outside

tipping point of youth
faking for the photograph
sick of these circles

tar in my arm hair
reaping ignorant rewards
sand dipped cracker crunch

cancer at sixty
wind-powered water filter
two kids in the pod

alone at a place
fortold by the RNG
worth it, probably

time travel poison freerunning

sorry dingodile
cruising w/ ally sheedy
oh to be a youth

dared to live your life
purchased a wizard costume
played bass in a band

trapped in the air ducts
leave you to your beekeeping
secret checkered past

melting rainbow road
slithering in the slipstream
careening through space

decaying, sour
Not everyone is like that
lucid dream backflips

high five misunderstanding

limitless limits
i rot away in my room
am i retarded

serious question
i mean, I’d have to be, right?
like this? wouldn’t I?

baby im cryin’
life is a hard turd to pass
since you left my side

buried in the sand
“we were never together”
let the tide come in

rolled into the cracks
of a large bouncy castle
eternal slumber

Super Fucking Really Really

sweet kiss holy shit
grip that oppertunity
taste that irish tongue

aint no time for moods
nope nope nope that KFC
lie time is my time

American crust
a block of cheese spread eagle
pick and choose the past

could have had a few
drown that pus in absinthe shots
se la fucking vi

jinshan will be real
right after sunday hot wings
think I’m gettin good

how long where and when?
I should have took those truffles
mexaboy got moves

Praha late kebap
will die a flower child’s death
over Dover cliff