Put A City In My Name.

[izeveryboyin]

Buy the children pearls to break. Buy them gold. Buy them whatever they fucking want...
toys.
clothes.





shoes.
buy them whatever they fucking want.
I can't afford to be cheap. Within my name there is solice for you all. Books don't answer any of my questions... they give me more.

why are you writing this?
who the fuck are you?

how do you know, you wormy little prick?
I don't buy this shit for a minute, where's your proof?

My assistant drank herself to death because she needed some exictement. Wait, hmm. I don't have an assistant.


well shit.

I suppose that's it then.

[stilltrucking]

I wish you would not make me think
my head hurts

leave me alone
don't disturb my equilibrum
you fucking poets make me sick
a sickness unto death

everything is swell
don't make me question my assumptions

gracias
I hope you understand the spirit in which I wrote this.
because I don't
don't let me die
don't let me fossilize before my time

[izeveryboyin]

St, I think we are all lost in this thing. Sometimes I feel like this writing business is a poison, surely to be the end to us all. No one likes us anyway. what's the angle here? How do we fgure it out. Wrtig loses me, and I fear in trying to hard I end up not trying enough and the end result is something that confuses people even more than it would have in the first place...

what does that mean?
--k

[jimboloco]

lost in the labyrinth of laughter
lost in the labia major
penetrate the labia minor
do a back flip and a jumping jack
head first without a splash
barely a ripple on the silky smooth surface
of the lake of dreams
she has a headche
how about some distraction?
some pelvic contractions?
i volunteer as your assistant
i only drink to survive
yo ho ho and a bottle of rum om
shanti
your questions are jewels in my heart.

[izeveryboyin]

My questions are no more jewels than poisons, they serve as the platform for my undoing, and no one ever answers them anyway.

--k

[stilltrucking]

speaking of cities
of wormy things

what came to my mind was
rotting black corpses
New Orleans
a flood that washed my illusions away

that is what runs through my mind which is probably nothing to do with what ever you were writting
this just my verbal doodles

my assistant lies speechless and paralyized
wait a minute...

checking out
it has been fun
see ya round sometime

speaking of children, the most segregated schools are in Illinois, Michigan, California. New York. Sounds like a southern problem to me. Lets haul out our southern racist red neck stereotypes.

[izeveryboyin]

Haul them out indeed? But to where? Where shall we put them, when there is no more room? Where do we force them to go? Strange this life So many scary little people huddled around one another, all failing at their respective tasks.

--k

[jimboloco]

My questions are no more jewels than poisons, they serve as the platform for my undoing, and no one ever answers them anyway.

daggers never chilled a heart so swiftly, m'damme

[izeveryboyin]

the truth bleeds hearts, but it touches them just the same.

--k