TANTRUM01

I read about a riot in Russia

it wasn’t the riot that was called upon

                                                                        but, those who were selling food

Tip

Tip

Class of water, please

I dreamt of this dram job where my friends were my boss’ and all scolded me for not having the right papers to be there in the first place

                                                                                                they called me “tragic”

I’m the square

in the

                                                            lead

me with the green left eye, depending on the

shirt I am wearing

                                    I can’t see on the right, so who can say

watr main

                        as manage

                                                to say the other as other is

indifferent to the zone of

conciseness

and a four method behind it

hey say o’ door’s 24.14

[video story:  hell spent beyond reason [idea #2:  was sorted smoothly [idea $3:  sleep] or wellness well stood] or spent as an appropriation.]

a nice envelope of a dope in a fair reasoning

or, likewise,

the following fire place

                                        as a strut

[or $16.35, plus tax and tip]

US. A – (Star Spangle My Clit)

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/; lawyers left alone and as such soldier on in ways that foam at the corner of eruptive bloat; this timid sense of loss like a face in the mirror alone; pushing back the goan to a shit you not elitist align; bottom of the stairs like a pool of blackout our own puddle left alone as if it were a wretch; schooled sensibility like a flat foos fucked whatnot; arms as huddled as the FDC; let’s call an appropriate ban on banished bullshit a ban against itself; tall told the what the flat fate of gibberish left like a jumping up, grabbing, ultimatum bent; gravel down and heads pressed and all aligned like a bear bent; oil, smells, loveliness left alone; - a ferocious distinction that few find deliverable; barely, wheat, what calls itself a staffing sentiment, the timing of two wars along the last of what we are allowed; and allowed as such as a breech on the public front like a tip of a dick that doesn’t have the guts to stay hard; a better strategy is enough alone a high handed institution by package along; piss over moaning over the cradle; the other twin standing there expelling spit like so much fuck; she shifts shit to one side and as such is a voting issue; talk the frontal truth enough to split the spine of those who disagree; two courts of camp infused with trouble; my man spittle stroking the surface of a date-fuckers lips, framed by the pubic bush of his wife left at home; I feel the bond of his spatula spanking like who’s playing; the boy died of natural causes; left-leaning liberals fagging up for Foucault but saying they only suck dick for cash; boys : dry out my thighs << strike down in the right armpit of the armored whore >> pimping limpid young fleshpod against the behind of a club-footed fucker-soldier; whores counting their dime bags and being unable to go past ten; the boy whores can make it to eleven; shades of puncture and puss rising even after managing to meet the quarterly forecast; << star spangle my clit, officer >> the wonk with the loud honk says to the one with the club stuck up her cunt like a hard black member, only a game in the eyes of the player << quick, quick and grind my bones to dust and bury me up to my muff for all to see, to be planted deep as your seed and see me spurt >> and as such a matter of jury left to quandary when left alone – in a room with state-paid sandwiches and flat Dixie cups of soda

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//; tell the priest I want all my money; there’s now way in hell he has a girlfriend : he talks a big game full of fistfuls of labias flipped through like thin paper; this person isn’t a person kicking & laughing into the light : torn from the flesh-mound of principle and discipline; dick in fist like the tight buttocks of youth; genitals in knots and slipping the boys pants right off; drawing hands, rising bloody & ripping the glans tip off, thrown in the corner : it’s uselessness now deemed excessive and curtailing; buttoning droughts on the floor of the motel room : the bookie’s dead : gum-trummeled cigarette butt end bloody with chomp and hiss; he signs his letters and lets them go; seals the envelope with smacks of shit; sends them off with laughter extolling out of his ass, trumped with a personal seasoning of I-Love-You; pressed down on necks of the recipient, holding wet in the base of their pants; seven-trillion testicles flopping like hippos in tutus; fuck all that says so, she’s never gonna balk; anonymous means being a mouse; eyes reddening behind blind lenses glossed over with Vaseline; cuticle black finger oil : some kind of compliment; free seats at lunch of all-you-can-lick ass buffets of shit-stained beef cheek pancakes and bloat; these mean men mean business and don’t you forget it; hot entrails wrapped around the wrists of their whores while their wives suffer with zinc washes and sickly children with bald heads; men talon-fuck the mice around them, each one split open like a soft walnut; cocks cutting fingernails into garbage cans while the man on the floor below screams into the hallway like a wild maimed monkey; a pillar of the roll-down gait, the monkey’s drunk on malt liquor; beneath the groping around the lad’s fist lies tranquil on the belly of the by who calls himself his girlfriend yet the cock always gets in the way of this declaration of dependence, waving in the face of the lad like a flag of surrender; the lad has gone black and is not going back (he means shoes here, noticeably); he’s the best dressed person here : Italian shoes bought in LA that left him $600 short on rent : but no matter : his adulterous parents have plenty of guilt and cash in their pockets to buy a home in Malibu on the beach and with enough bedrooms for a full weekender bathhouse, enough space for public and private encounters : the kind his parents taught him about; he changes his name to Madison just to make it all happen; the Avenues are where the cherry picking happens : popping and bleeding all across the East 50s; he splits the difference on each coast for when the mood fits : two twins kept in a rimmed vessel on the UES while the boybitch on the beach fucks fine in the water; licking salty flimsy jissom off his fingers later, he stands there tall and proud, daring anyone to say a word

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///; person says waa; person says waa-waa; person says waa-waa-wooooool; the person on the inside is stuck, punching walls like rocky, gravelly flesh stink; one hand grabbing balls of fluid, squeezing and causing cramps; the other hand pinching the poor gal with the straight-perm, forcing her to fall down stairs at any chance she gets; a member wedge of driller tongues; bagged backwards against a tight fist, person punches as a prisoner punches fellow convicts but it’s the only one here; bent over and around and licking its own ass for the last time; person doesn’t know this, but it’s true : that’s not just an expression, you can tell the priest; ginger bloodhead ; hunting floor ; dick retracted frigid and fucking its own ; bending brands of enclaves ; good ahead ; drill your way in and let’s call it a day

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Baby Say (You Don't Own Me)

- Baby say Cry.

- Baby say Cry again.

- Baby say I don’t know what to do about it, really. You’re just gonna be you.

- Baby say Let’s have lunch.

- Baby say Let me buy you lunch.

- Baby say Let’s go out to lunch.

- Baby say I wish you’d say something. Something at all.

- Baby say I’ll have the tuna-melt.

- Baby say With a salad and an iced tea.

- Baby say So…

- Baby say The weather’s nice. It’s nice to sit outside.

- Baby say No?

- Baby say I gotta pee. I’ll be right back.

- _____________

- _____________

- Baby say Did you miss me?

- Baby say They had a funny picture in the bathroom. You should check it out when you have to go.

- Baby say You’ll like it.

- Baby say nothing.

- Baby say I want you to know, this whole thing is just a me thing. I mean, it’s got nothing to do with how I feel about you. It’s just how I feel.

- Baby say Right now.

- Baby say That probably sounds stupid.

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- Baby say Huh?

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- Baby say Thank you.

- Baby say Yes, please.

- Baby say Thank you.

- _______________

- Baby say Won’t you at least say hello?

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- Baby say Hello! Hellohellohello!

- Baby say I saw that smile.

- Baby say You know you don’t hate me. Not really. You know you have feelings. You just need to get them out. You need to try to understand. You do. I understand. I do. I know all the things you must be feeling, I’ve felt them myself. I have.

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- Baby say I never told you about the time I dated a total tweaker, only I didn’t know it at the time. He would go out all night long, doing god knows what, and he would tell me he was out of town.

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- Baby say On a Tuesday he would come over and tell me all about his work, how stressful it was, and how he just needed a quiet night, a night with me and the TV, and how that would make him the happiest man in the world.

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- Baby say And I wanted to make him the happiest man in the world.

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- Baby say And so we’d lay there on the bed and watch re-runs of The Golden Girls and we’d laugh, and his laugh would be so tired, and I’d try to get him excited, I’d try…

- Baby say But he’d just fall asleep limp in my hand.

- Baby say My mouth didn’t do any better…

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- Baby say After that night, I didn’t hear from him again. I tried calling, but the phone was disconnected. It was only a few days later that I started scratching.

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- Baby say I didn’t know what it was. I was dumb. I kept scratching, all day, all night.

- Baby say I was young. I didn’t know any better.

- Baby say A week later, I got a random knock on the door. I looked through the peephole, and it was a kinda cute girl smiling right at me.

- Baby say I opened the door and said “Yes” like it was a question.

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- Baby say She said “I believe these are yours.”

- Baby say She left a brown paper bag at my feet and took off towards the stairs.

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- Baby say Inside the bag, was another bag full of water and some sort of buyable crabs.

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- Baby say All I could think to do was throw the bag out the window. I didn’t even think who it would hit, if anybody. But I did. I threw it out the window and went to shave myself clean.

- Baby say Oh, I’m okay. Thanks.

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- Baby say And it didn’t take me long to realize that wouldn’t work.

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- Baby say Anyway, I know a shit situation.

- Baby say I know.

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- Baby say Let me buy this. It’s on me.

- Baby say Yes it is. Whether you like it or not.

The Body In The Age Of Late Capitalist Ennui (Part 3 - The Body You Can't Hide Behind)

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