i can't;

suck it.

try again,

i can't. 

oral pain,  

tongue only, 

squish it  to swallow it. 

i wish i could use a straw.

Denial is not a word

Is that Denial? Ha.

I crack myself up.

Sometimes I talk too much. Tell too much. No filter, no breath. Pour it out all over the place, really just the feet of a select few, I catch em while looking down. I know it's not cool. It thins out like steam. Hits like foamed milk. Someone's been spendin too much time around coffee. Gotta get back to internalizing sometimes.

but I crack myself up.

Humpty Dumptying all over the place.

On some quest. I'm sorry but I cannot sell the book about the boy I loved. He always said Realize, Real lies, with Real Eyes.

I'd rather get shitfaced, but not really. but then i do

Practicing Dementia.

but this week,

well,

there ya have it. 

feel this, 

stay over there, 

it feels like i am falling, 

falling or failing,

my feet are on the ground, 

it is happening slowly, 

stay put, 

don't  you see this going anywhere.

i don't know what to say, 

think about it, 

i don't know who you are;

i am going somewhere, 

we are all going places.

you answer me.

never mind, 

never mind, 

never mind, 

come here, 

i'll take the roundabout route

take one.

has anyone ever told you,
   i hope he doesn't tell me.
you are beautiful,
   jesus.
   i'll take that into consideration.

take two.

i am sitting here with a girl that i think is a beautiful babe,
   i am sitting here with a babe too.
when can i take advantage of you,
   nervous laughter,
   now.

pulling teeth without words

i forgot why i called you the other night there was a reason it might have been the four loko lol are you coming? i am getting the teeth pulled out of my mouth then shit got real in there oh no ! well you need to send me some mail last night i applied for a job a music venue by writing on th recipt i"m real good at doing dishes then i went to dennys and tipped a lot and had a good meal met a man named faysa and then i vomitted next to a cemtary and continued triking home then i woke up at 7 oh but i spilled water all over my floor and trix cereal for kids you know im thinking this is another joint post with your consent i really like "shit is about to get real. never come too soon, liquid language. exquisite." i was just thinking about coming because i asked you if you were and sometimes my mind goes to the gutter but i never cared for the term "coming" in regard to sex it doesn't make sense but liquid language does language can it be contained like the riddle of the glass man in the house i mean i the man who hung himself in th glass house and all that remained was a puddle come as in to arrive, or come as to arrive to a point of pleasure too soon, its all up to you

it i s

kathleen is typing...

you don't know me, 

let's hangout, 

again, 

and again.

i am in no condition for this,

am i, 

no, 

maybe i am ,

i am, 

shit is about to get real.

never come too soon, 

liquid language.

exquisite.

All in a Day

Outside is an early Autumn mating call.       The WARM air, the COLD air, 


batting lashes at each other in Flirtation.   I Feel




like




A BAROMETER. 


moved by the pressure.




Excited




 even. 












After work but Before the above, still in transit:




I blow the gnat off my left arm. 
Poof, the itch is gone. 




I turn right, onto Thomas ave because Thomas is my father's name and Today, my habits are made of
Sentimental Logic. 


Entering the Garden of Poetry, is a small Task.
a corner, off Tom,  off Hamline,


I'm Laughing through the Fence.  It appears to be a private park. Quite kept up and desolate,


So, I feign I am in the one of Eden, you know. Because Eden rolls, runs,  off the tongue easily 
after the words "Garden" and "Of"


Naturally, or Something, Besides, I got words to grow. So I guess it makes sense. My logic. 


Feeling  CHARGED. but I don't mean to project. but I feel the storm.


approaching.


And sometimes. 


I feel like            Lightning. 








Today I: exhausted my mind in the good way



played chess, 


lost count of the change,     


found two more hubcaps, a run-over paint-brush on a bridge, a playing card- the joker.


biked all over.




Vagued my day






These pictures are simple.  just some of what I see, what I ride on, pass by. Some are not from today.


Angles and what not. tracks and shit.

let's start all this over;
i'm running away.