reverse directory diction

For the longest time I thought the stars were made of God.

Tom Bosley pushed his hand up in his face and said, "talk to the plastic bag."

I dunno cannot recall whom I thought of as being god. I thought about god. every name must have a face. there is a sketch artist in the mind. also a precinct with cops slapping billies.

tell them to cool their heels.
we let them drive.

I thought about god. like at picnics and other boring stuff. when I was in the deep trouble, what some people call big trouble or real trouble. when I thought about my tomorrows. (my yesterdays can remain godless as hell.)

I thought about god. when I prayed for salvation from human punishment he was any one of a dozen marginal television or movie actors. I always say I don't ever see movies, but when one comes on and somebody says, "This is a good movie," I always say aeeeh ahhhh I've already seen it. then I wanna climb into my ear. did I say ear? I meant "car".

I've seen my girlfriend, too. But I'm cannot dismiss her so easily. she is not a skilled climber.

She is dismissing me. I wanna climb into a cab. a giant cab which crushes the other cars and wont pick up anyone in a business suit.

I don't have a my car. I have a toaster and a 20 dram pill bottle with three bicentennial quarters in it.

my girlfriend has gone into business with a happy Texan.

So the TV Guide is gonna be the Bible. That's why Rupert M. dumbed it down.
it's all in his face, the actor: the loveable, affable qualities of Our Lord. as well as the unmistakeably

!righteous

vengeance.


write to:
post office box 324
waxahatchee texusss
90214

Texan vegans and doctors without ropes.

everyone said I would love the movie and everyone was right!
I ought let them should
pick out a girlie for me.

my neighbors hate me. I am the loud stereo hermit. I'm too nice to kill and they dont know about keying cars.

courage

pronounced like "porridge" and just as equally a birthright.


dare ya to be the dick who walks out onto the community green or thru the revolving door of the courthouse challenging the daily-do with a sign which reads "porridge!" or "simply porridge". remember simply porridge?
you'll go down
they'll bring you down.
wont let you breed.

then barbecue
-or-
bar-b-que whichever.

Girl bellybutton porridge and
the dance "pour it on my head."
does dutch courage have something to do with each party paying with his own blood? separate lacerations, at least until we've exchanged clear fluids and phone numbers. porridge implied.
is double dutch courage

  • out of the question entirely
  • totally off the hook
  • fuckin' unblevable


?

the cowardly lion owes me a wristwatch.

I am the greatest alcoholic lover of all time. I can say that with both color and candor.
what was I thinking of before I had to go to the back of the bus
why'd I go to the back?
to speak to the gentleman in the plastic bag.

are you gonna read all that?

when in the back,
do as the Patakis would warrant
gaunt girls slide thru the cracks
survival instincts taught us to hide our
puissance and our puffins
from the dislikes of the red of neck
les rouge cous

instead of listening, I fold my tongue up in my mouth and daydream. I like her in her summer dress, like her as opposed to indifference or the "geez, did I marry a something half-man?" creep which overcomes me when she dons her khaki slacks. her flats smack the linoleum as she removes her daily wear, but only goes so far... the door closed with emotion. I am engulfed by waves and let indifference save my digestion. she is commercialized: "my husband endorses Lord Baltimore gins. lower... lower... bend at the knees... there, you're getting warmer -- there! on the bottom shelf: top amongst the benders, that's Lord B! completely lacking in aftertaste, Lord Baltimore parties, people!"

I dont care if she wants to become a Lesbian,
but I want her to be one of those hot action lesbians who does it for the money.

intransitive partying.

the face is my focus
and then the heart

but it never works that way:
she just wants to complain.
nobility was outlawed in the united states
or was it only noble titles?
noble pheasant, peasant porridge. no saltmeat of mine is going to date no blackeyed pea!

think about it: if you let her leave with a mouth then have you ever enjoyed a private moment? insurance, abby, that's where it's at!


as soon as you raised the phone to your lips, you were no longer beautiful.

sensing isolation, the hunter is in the periphery. patterns require mortar for any degree of perpetuity. (another word for hairball is a handy tidbit.)


smiles, aches, and acorns.

she is grounded in fertility.

I am a weedpuller.



slice my tofu thinly, please, garçon!
Walter Konkrite's lisp is ameliorated, along with a two-egg breakfast

Yesterday's somewhat successful benediction (with apologies to Mrs. Horfsdormer)

how tings usta be in Chinatown

awwl full the wet look dries up

secret emails CAPTURED!
or secret Slutina

show me your Jitbag