john coltrane makes easy listening but we will expect sad parts in his movie. i want to be future john coltrane, yayuh!!!!! but i want to go uhhhhhhhgg-grrrr! grow grow! mo mooooo! but in slow motion. slow slow and permanent moaning. i want to fuck everyone over. and live for ever. i want to be a jesus: i don’t want to believe in Him.: i began telling people i believe in Him: i told my mom: that’s a big deal to joke about: does that mean i mean it?: i’ll tell you… i thought today: remember how you believe in God now, Michael? yes i do, i thought: let’s think about it: remember when you told mom? what was that for? 2 seconds l8r: my Uber rings brake plus immediate stare. 25th street, i’m going down. need an eventual left. AND THE MAN to be plucked doth be named:: : : !: !!!:!@ JC! JC. Jesus Christ… i said: how bout you, JC? how’s YOUR day going? (oooh boy! convo convo convo!) he said: well, I’m sure as you know… i’ve had a very busy week… i said: nice nice, so tight. so dope. love it. what do you mean? he said i guess i shouldn’t have assumed: it’s men’s fashion week here in The Big Apple. City of Stars! i said. are you a designer? i said. no i’m a brand ambassador for a Big and Tall label market opportunity biz, and also i’m a cloth guy. sick, bro, nice, i said. i turned up a Wild Thoughts mix: DJ TORO, so tight so dope! i told him about Nashville. i’m still working on my reason. he spoke weird in a way that made him seem like a guy who didn’t deserve to be thought of as cool or deserving of upward movement? or nah? good guy tbh? sad songs? getting it? people seeing you smile near a dog? or a cat. being a both-er! so new so tight so fresh! thinking youre a jesus. people seeing you read. doing a good job when your pop rubs the leg at 6am? when you’re sleepy. thank you dad, love you. love you too, son. hope it all works out. *rub of leg* warm smile and a drift to sleep. maggie called and we talked for 40 minutes? and i told nick l8r: I’m in a good mood! and he said: well we’ll see what i can do about that. maggie said they hadn't ruled heroin out of my question: in my present, not my future. maybe it’s in my future? this week is the test for me. the true test: lest obliged be god proveth his power? and smash me or an inch of my fender. a little nudge of mirror? even a low tire. i smelt smells today on the first day. rubber and gas and nuts: in the hour b4 the ToSi, (transmission oil spill incident) a beetle landed on my neck while 3 Japanese girls spoke of japan in the back. i found it under my crotch dead. 4 polish men crowded in and were friendly and have never fucked Manon. we saw a cockroach climb onto my windshields. we wiped it back and forth and into my engine cabin. my feet began to itch. they got out and i drove another asian woman to manhattan. jazz was on and oldie oldies. then ToSi dammit TOSI!!!!! naughty naughty lollipop lady with good skin. never getting a redo. this titty painting and this big dead parents on my shoulders mirror. a priest icing my neck in ceremony and a hearty laugh form the priest when it's time to shake hands. is there a heaven? momma momma
knowing you've fell in love again.
megan unfriending me 2 weeks ago!!
elephant itch on a big cheek from a big hand. rhyming seems cool and dope! how different it IS to be happy: to bang bang on the drums walking down broadway with headphones with legs to look at with minds to blow. modern mandatory. let’s ALL be bros. ALL IN FRATS. all of every1 in our own s1ngle rooms in deep underground cities. value gives you furniture and weed (maybe not based on value but a different weed scale?) all the bars at the bottom are dirty dirty and there are brothels and there are brothels and there are tall-necked greenies that show you their weight and provide a pleasant scent and an mean sweat and a tickle tickle tickle. and my brown shirts are loose and the strings are flapping above hogs in the mud and sturdy ropes in the mid-air: jumping bouncey bounce bounce weee! swing! i want you to watch me swing and i want to watch you laugh and i want to be the beautifully rotted out: healing in a twiggly forest hut for a couple weekends, even?