spontaneous gibberish

[YABYUM]

swarmy that i beg you on my knees, green go, red right return
fog that covers the lightning wich blasts on forget about what real to real you think it was you even saw
flippant is sunshine on my e mail list send the air, waves drizzling backwards
mahoghany pretzels in the sweet sunshine should it all go to shit, i know i know
superspastic is emotions secrections sweating comungled national anthems running dry
investigate the unruly shady absolute stained glass. transform, remorph never end
rigamarol and fake words still amiss we go
rational phantoms glide through thin air
strike two, out inside brilliant ideals with folk felt as paper feels
checkpoints to check your bags while i talk yuppies who complain about their wine
shouldnt fill the glass half way full if you're gonna spill suds and such breeders seen on borders and lines crossed
dimensions should not be revealed unless unless its slipping down all the way until they mark it
looking ahead directly into the best ever sunset, beer drips Montreal all along my spine
wayward left then right i know i loved what bob dylan couldnt sing except under nashville skylines
mark cortez he feeds his babies prime rib
electrocution stole a life a life i feel alive
spartan is spartan cuz spartan was the best i'd ever seen
seperete forces bleeding those minds of the masses dry, red white blue
blood visionaries decide
bombshell walks, shellings hit me like bombs, temporary mind sets
with loose change never rymes
shots fired, mortar rounds in a sky fourth of july sometime time sums it up
all ways should find ways to be real enough to bring wedding bells sound
when we look there is not a soul around
sorry not sorry sorry not sorry and i am sorry about that
when she writes i bleed drinks
franchises such as love should never have holders of stock draining fluids
from the god motherboard
forget me not as my life ends in cannon fire
exit sign says uphold a middle finger
glutton for what i have created written, always something slipping away every day some thing slipping

[stilltrucking]

gibbish going to gibbons a life time scrambeld back and forth listening to the music vonnegut said whisperering murming sea in my dream homer's eyes phillip marlowe dreams fractured consciuousness things that think on silicon wafers, lover mind comes and sweet little things in her ears, hugging and kissing what have i been missing, if I keep on typing I might get to work but no end in sight compulsive typing and reading on a slipper silicon slope the waltzers who can't say good bye and the devil beats his wife with a silver chain ghost riders in the sky and this is making too muchy sense, telephone rings please hold for an important mmessage, air conditioner hums, deconstruction stops me cold. drwoning in a sea of meaning where the hell is billelectric, William burroughs or someone like him, waiting for this all to pass, lets all take our bibles and cut and paste, lincoln came to gettysburg no to praise ceaser but to get a big mac. yeah if i try hard enough i might choke on the sound of these words an vomit up the great american hypertext novel, lightning strikes studio eight our words are fried all our post melt into one big ball of gibberish, rally round salute the flag, our sacred national bullshit, gimme one more card and I will fold.

[Doreen Peri]

read them both aloud

LRod said, "kerouac on steroids"

lol

[Dave The Dov]

More like Neal Cassady!!!!
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[mousey1]

Give me what you're smokin' pass it 'round and let's start tokin' 'cause I'm chokin' on these words these words are drivin' me insane. I'm thinkin' and my fingers tap the keys and as I'm thinkin' I'm wishin' that my fingers could keep time along with me. I've poured a glass of vino and I'm looking out my window and I'm muddled and I'm distant and I'm living close to hell. As I catch a glimpse of something in the windowpane there's something a glint a flash of pearlys shining like a beacon's warning knell. The laughter peels so loudly in a crazy drunken manner and I'm coughin' as I splutter as I choke on every smile. Pass me over what you're smokin' 'cause I'm serious and broken and I need a hit of something something light to lift my soul. Or maybe thinking over mulling round and thinking over I'll come upon my senses and retain my sober mind. Clarity is calling and it tells me when I'm falling it's best to hold to something that is solid close to ground. So I'm clinging and I'm swinging from a spiderweb I'm swinging and I'm grasping and I'm reaching for a taste of cleaner air. If you see me as I'm swaying in the breezes as I'm swaying please just walk around me baby 'cause I ain't exactly there.

[hester_prynne]

ripple-ride slide, glide, jus standin on the corner when ooo whee, take it easy honey this is like too much of a good thing, too much of a good dream, why drunk me drunk and slap my knee, bustin buttons wheeeeeeeeee, and this is free, dom dee dom dom, catchin the wave, freespeech, what an impeach of my prison, lison, i tell you this is good, this ride, this surf, straight, no eraser, smooth, man I tell you I wish no corner was safe from shit like this.......

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[Doreen Peri]

never crossed the sunset ride from montreal or perendello, the bomb exploded before cortez could ever check my cadence or feet... meter like that sometimes ain't so good to repeat especailly with mortar misery franchised like skyline drives sold on every t-shirt from bedhead and main, and the same knees i kneel down on are the same as the ones i bow to forget-me-nots somehow, even though i didn't deposit them on graves myself, sunshine ray treats rare on a window pane.... you might think i'm insane but i don't fucking give a royal stained glass gibbon shit.... slipper never fit, slipper never fit... i've hugged the bottom of river basins in an attempt to bring back the dead but ghosts ride on sidecars of bikes i never rode instead and i ain't gonna drown in an email filled with scrambled words because you can't drink in nuances or idiocy or any iota of dignity while trying to inhale meaning and nothin' ain't nothin' when it comes to figuring out syllables and such, in as much as i ever attempted but i'm tellin' ya, i have resented construction and deconstruction just as much as i have attempted to present a viable view of the dealing of cards so gimme your ace and i'll do my best to deal it off the top or bottom of the deck, whichever you prefer, not that i'm a shady character or anything or have any ins with the house dudes 'cause the deal is this, cards get laid the way cards get laid... i take my 7, you take yours, play the odds or is it 5? words are just words are just words are just words and it don't matter whether you're in nashville, seattle, roanoke or freaking montana or timbucktu, egypt, moscow or tibet... fuck you means fuck you no matter where you come from so read my lips, ok, here's as good as good can get... a dream can be a good dream and it ain't no prison to imagine it, it's heaven being there no matter whether you care which corner anybody comes from or not, no matter whether you're drunk, sober, or fantasizin about escape since no matter where you go you can follow yourself there with a ride or surf, curse the daylight outa the earth, reckon with sunshine blinding your eyes, try to weed out garden beds or lie down in 'em with the goddamn spiderwebs and creepy crawling fuckin' below-ground critters, make friends or stomp the shit out of 'em until they die so i don't know about you and i'm still trying to figure out if i know about an eye for an eye but what i say is maybe it's all about mulling it over for a bit, sticking your finger out the fucking window until another train goes by, making yourself comfortable in the club car to watch the world transport itself sideways until you fall asleep then wake up on another platform

[stilltrucking]

the magician of lublin has locked the door to his cell, thrown a way the key because the gates of hell are always open nothing gives tunnel vision like old age with tombstone eyes, and you all are such careful spontanieous spell checkers and surfer mike got drunk and slurred his words, kick my ass for self pity mike cause I aint living long like this. finally walked this morning so fucking hot and humid got up at five before the worst of it walking around the nadny pandy handy andy store bunny rabbit halling ass across about five acres of ashaol asphalt, no more going back to check tyhp typos just keeping on give myself a nother minute of the som compulsive typing, g fragments of others words jamelah has a dialoge of the skin benny walds walks with tented pants, yabyo yabyou yabv yabyum finds crumbs of happiness in a western ocean sunset, geoff writes of limp wrists and hostility to wmen, women he likes to beat up on defenseless old men, people on litkics so so zen but geoff could get them raving and ranting. no fucking way I am going to stup th stop ths this scribbling to they put me in that black hole at the end of my tunnel, doreen could launch a thousand ships achilles was so pissed I want to kick in clays door and haul her ma away, people here haunt my dreams, never thought i would dream aabout hester, in the same dream as jimbo maybe they are twins, LR giving it all away, so happy to see that door fly open, stop stop no words just heavy mouth breathing fo from my morning walk still, poetry such a no no for me, sya syllabels and the sound of words, that thank god I can still hear never will live long enough to s write it, your going to need a truck load of aspirin if you try to read this.