Blur

At the end of life
All that I can hope is that
I was a good dog.

I picked up a penny off the ground just to flex on my haters. Ended up a crooked man.

Gives me the willies. Any way I hold my phone, they’re still looking at me.

Plucked and fried like a chicken, before long.

The palace of Versailles was once one of the most beautiful buildings in the world. I went to see it once, but they couldn’t get the blood off of the walls.

“…[to] subscribe…”

“We must dissent” is scribbled on my tomb stone. I was a very good boy, for the lot it did me in.

We eat the fat of the birds to remain as long as possible. The rest is so much to waste.

The will of the people is heard. I will remove my head from this upside down beaver dam. So many tunnels. So much pain.

I flew straight as an arrow, with all necessary speed and precision, to the front desk of the liquor store. They were closed, so I left an imprint of my face on the glass door.

The Oval Office will look like a Fabergé egg. A gaudy, useless trinket in the pocket of a Russian oligarch. All before my landlord fixes my fucking refrigerator. It takes two seconds to call someone Linda.

They were so polite when they shot me in the face. Such nice young boys. AND ONLY BOYS.

Ashley is a superstar. Rachel and Will are superstars. Vince and Morgan are superstars. Everyone is a star, and nobody can hear what they’re saying. Life is sooooo good without context.

Every new account is one more pixel in a screen of static.

I wish someone would call me a good dog. Instead I’ll remain lingering around licking my matted fur.

I had a slow cooker once. Some say it’s still broiling to this day. If I follow the map I found in my attic, I can imagine it’ll be the best pulled pork I ever tasted.

Currently looking for the smallest poems I can. Used to have a guy for that, but the snail in my backyard isn’t returning my phone calls.

My problem with my social game is that I convince people that they’re paying too much for their car insurance. I can’t help it, it just comes out. Not an insurance agent, just an agent of chaos.

Watching the cars go by outside of my grotto. Who is still driving a Suzuki? I thought they went out of business years ago. I’m getting old.

The lion does not concern himself with the opinions of the ATF.

Is electricity a human right?

Do you think about death often? Nah, me neither. Just thought I’d ask.

What a stunning family portrait.

“It’s hot this morning”
That’s all I can think to say
“Boy it’s hot out there”

Reality as depicted is not reality as depicted is not reality as depicted is not reality as depicted is not reality as depicted.

I know god loves me. Whatever that means.

Nuclear Summer. Can’t stop the radiation.

You’ll make me a king, so you can chop off my head. #Guillotine

They’re creeping into my brain. They found an opening underneath my fingernails. Little legs are crawling over my veins like spiderwebs. They’ll have me soon.

I’m not an intellectual, but I play one on TV.