oh selleck! let me boil
your browsweat to sea salt
to season my kale chips.
let me consume a meatsteak.
be my arsonist, and i'll be your
boarded-up housing project.
let's meet local singles who love
wild boar hunting, and take them
wild boar hunting. let's build us
a ranch. sometimes i cry
for the poor kids in africa
who can't even afford ammunition.
15 July 2010
an ode to the inventor of bloodletting
let us consume these multitudes
of schnapps
and heckle people in the dog-dust streets
if their haircuts are insufficient
let us bellow like hollow bells
across the macadam
let us ride Bently coupes
aim for the sky
cock that shit
then shoot
we the motherfucking people
yes, we will say, I am intoxicated on schnapps
and you?! your haircut is insufficient.
of schnapps
and heckle people in the dog-dust streets
if their haircuts are insufficient
let us bellow like hollow bells
across the macadam
let us ride Bently coupes
aim for the sky
cock that shit
then shoot
we the motherfucking people
yes, we will say, I am intoxicated on schnapps
and you?! your haircut is insufficient.
19 February 2010
turboboosting the panopticon
i want to oogle you like a wild boar
with lockjaw. i want to smell you
like burnt sloppy joe smoke,
and taste you like gunpowdered meat.
when the gov'nr declares his prostate of emergency
who do you want sailing that stank boat?
sometimes my love for you
makes me want to set fire to a building
full of schoolchildren.
sometimes my love makes me want to unload
steel in your killzone,
that terrorist-shaped target in your heart.
I implore you, my little porkchop: won't you tazer my guts
in the gun-range of your love?
with lockjaw. i want to smell you
like burnt sloppy joe smoke,
and taste you like gunpowdered meat.
when the gov'nr declares his prostate of emergency
who do you want sailing that stank boat?
sometimes my love for you
makes me want to set fire to a building
full of schoolchildren.
sometimes my love makes me want to unload
steel in your killzone,
that terrorist-shaped target in your heart.
I implore you, my little porkchop: won't you tazer my guts
in the gun-range of your love?
17 November 2009
this dick: a treatise on deontological ethics
this dick is a cold war
this dick is on fire
this dick ghost rides the whip with the kid in the carseat
this dick is a planet
this dick is a gun
this dick is a planet where guns sprout from the torpid earth
like bursting turnips
this dick flosses 3-5 times a week
this dick owns a beach house
this dick acted now for a low, low rate of 5.9% APR
this dick can kickflip
this dick is a baller
this dick is huge in japan
this dick, falling, accelerates at a rate of 9.8 meters per second
per second
this dick is on fire
this dick ghost rides the whip with the kid in the carseat
this dick is a planet
this dick is a gun
this dick is a planet where guns sprout from the torpid earth
like bursting turnips
this dick flosses 3-5 times a week
this dick owns a beach house
this dick acted now for a low, low rate of 5.9% APR
this dick can kickflip
this dick is a baller
this dick is huge in japan
this dick, falling, accelerates at a rate of 9.8 meters per second
per second
15 October 2009
effluvium: wild boar with lockjaw
hrrrrrgggghh!
hrrrgggghh! hrrrggggghhh!
hrrrgggghh! hrrrggggghhh!
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06 October 2009
the invention of love (feat. macguyver)
you make me hotter than a weiner
in a solar-cooker.
you make me hotter than macguyver
building a solar-cooker
out of tin foil and a bowl
and sticking his weiner in it.
let's grill out.
in a solar-cooker.
you make me hotter than macguyver
building a solar-cooker
out of tin foil and a bowl
and sticking his weiner in it.
let's grill out.
28 August 2009
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