HOLY GHOST

Sponge my tongue , stick it to me . So porous of you to grab on to my meat . It is plump and it is wet but it is also cheeky  to adhere yourself with no permission from me.  Run along you holy disc  so used to just be swallowed unquestioned , stop it there I wanna know what your business is trying to do to my business. I have given you the charisma no dough ever had , your little fiber is not twisting me inside , could be a needful embrace but not required as a breath . We all can have a little trouble when you insist in passing through as plain air , I will point at you the thickness that you are is not zero , it does create a conflict of friction everywhere you slip along . Remain were you were put , and stay available to my request , no need for you to assume I must have you.

In this way not much will be in need of dusting and not much more will become dust. 

Frankly , all you were cut out to do is being accomplished and there lyes  the base for this sauce being cooked , thank you so very much for functioning so very well . You have reached a godly spot.

TIRAMIZU ( or) ( cago en la hostia)

Three flavors all mixed but never coagulated together. Three families headed by fantastic people , never too gruesome and never too dedicated to have their assess licked by a fourth some. All disintegrated in a faux pas in social life. The nitty gritty of behaviour with a link , with a repercussion while doing your obliterating . The thing that at fifteen you would have laughed at and scorned someone for. So oblivious to what the natural dict amen of steps should be. Yet so influential to the steps YOU  are going to take towards it. This Tiramizu is meant to piss on your mouth , no deliciousness out of it , just crude disappointment and once more a snob from the Yale varsity to the MIT crowd. I suppose I will  lye in the MIT bunch , all the better . A hard condoning institution being scrapped for flux to something they are never supposed to be attached to . 

I knows what am saying

GET YOUR ASS TO PRODUCE

GOOD MORNINg darling , the look out of my window this morning is the same as yesterday , maybe a few more branches cracked or not. This few lines are meant to give myself a kick in the ass and observe around me the absence of needy souls to comfort , twisting my arm to realize there is no excuse to hang on to and blame for my vague movements and lazy head. I am so lucky to be alive and bla bla bla, the gift bla , yes likey likey being alive but those black holes of nothingness coming from within sure makes one feel like undeserving of the extra time . So there , I will now jump into my frozen pool and wake completely into the moment that has been designed for me.

Mornin' to you too.

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Time passing

it is going all over the place the time to run amok amongst people's lives  . So many huffiness and puffiness and goings and stayings , so many of those so absolute to make a statement. it has become a spread out sneeze , a vein to feed a whole desert , a not enough feeding ground to dig on. This words of mine are scarce and few in between. I have so many riding's in this Apocalypse  of a pretty life , my horse is retiring. I am a felon of screaming inside and listening to myself , denying your voice and throwing myself in the batter of the words I  want to be caulked with. time and love for one selves's nothingness has passed to become trait and a lingering i=object of desire, deal with it. 

SUMMER TIMEEEEEE

...And the living is eaaaaaasyyyyy!

FOX NEWS POEM

A poem in adoring prose , or maybe in a rhyme all just for FOX , all from the brine. Such eloquence , such rabid edge , not everyone is born to fetch , the kneading and teething , the o'reilly factor , a bit of a lynching a tad of a crack pot . You must allow , your soul to indulge in their sold crotch to sow. They 've been brutalized by their father's scorn and now is their candor that we get the core. If your eyes were erased by soulless meats  then you must embrace the death of a heart the silence of a thousand screams , a lovely morning will turn again when you turn a knob and the calm begins , the quiet of truth never to be known by such a cold crew in a big toe corn. Pray for our sweet witches and our fix-it-all warlocks , their future goes grimmer with Fox at the parlor. Your cousin might burn , your dog might squeal , but by Thor and Odin , and electra , Poseidon and all the Harlem Globber trotters and your God and virgin and all these cherubs in hemp loin cloths , and by Tutatis and Axterix with his loyal Obelix, and by George and his dog and by all of those that mattered and plan to be watered in a spur of growth without weed killer involved, you must very well bet your ass Fox News will deliver the weed killer straight to your brain . Breath it in if you like or puke in a pew before the all might ,or keep on the channel and kill down the voice , while your four year old voices over good 'ol sponge Bob.