Take your mayor w you Your pimps Your whores Your civil engineers Your baseball scores “Welcome to the wood-chipper” Same … More
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Abandon. Azimuth. Now.
Take your mayor w you Your pimps Your whores Your civil engineers Your baseball scores “Welcome to the wood-chipper” … More
In the days before the Large Language Models sucked our brains out through paper straws
Annie nailed the notice to the cross . In the days before The Large Language Models Sucked our brains out … More
Handwritten-her
#tseliot the self-loathe the superior-self the stupid fake accent #eecummings threw majesty mastery in our faces like wings yanked off … More
The Battle of Minneapolis (as any ass-bone)
Welcome to the pre-party, party-people, be proud while you may of your post-apoc trenchcoats your inflatable-doll dystopia your Il Duce … More
The Battle of Minneapolis (resolve unencumbered by hope)
. We be resolve unencumbered by hope unstained by innocence . cuidado amigo .
The Battle of Minneapolis (meaning survives in shards)
With you face-down, head-first, in the Waffle House toilet bowl, I will show you your fears in handfuls of broken … More
The Battle of Minneapolis (war in the great north woods)
THEN: stock-still monk in sun-spot flames concentrate his skin, our illusions flayed by the flames, left him relief from belief … More
The Battle of Minneapolis (Bovino v Ghandi)
You brought Wagner we brought whistles . you brought acid we brought nana’s umbrella . you brought pepper we brought … More
Oh, yeah, she looked right at me as she took a bunsen-burner to each my totem in turn
. . burning sensation, boo . baubles few . ¿ et tu oui, non plus . fuck me, no fuck … More
? Is it such a crime i think more of you
than you
Get the gestalt first, pixels later
Be the de-Deconstructonist Be not the Engineer See not the pixels at the expense of the person
Ending like i lost a friend i never ever even thought to have
It’s been a wild discovery ride on a lunatic horse, through a hall of mirrors inside and out my first … More
In Loving Memory of Our Own Buddy Holley. September 7, 1936 to February 3, 1959
Someone nailed the notice to the cross of the apex synthesist In the days before The Large Language Models sucked … More
Syncretist-she
#claudemonet brush-strokes #preludeafternoonofafaun covers of #Gauguin running for death among the lepers #vangogh losing her mind time and again and … More
fast as #Ebola .. twice as messy .. spill on Aisle 9
? remember #themonkees #imabeliever 10 days in i so am fast as #Ebola twice as messy spill on Aisle 9 … More
as if she effortless’d ghosts, gods, blessed devils, violated
as if she effortless’d ghosts gods blessed devils violated angels shanghai’d them to get down in fractal-ass symphonies of her … More
Man-o-man, I feel like William Blake, stunned like a ox, struggling to rebuild from the criminals
Man-o-man, I feel like William Blake, stunned like a ox, struggling to rebuild from the criminals, to hang onto the … More
If only the thrill were gone … thrill begone
Kill my thrill. Kill me. Kill ELLY MAY
Kill my thrill … out of my … fuck me
Pretty Bernard Purdie, go’an give Miss Elly May Clampett a full pound of ’em fatback drums
Swenys Pharmacy, Dublin
Elly May, Dylan n Roald, woodshedding monks all
ROALD DAHL’s writing shed DYLAN THOMAS’ writing shed https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-37342271
Dear Diary: my first week as an Elly May fan
Just got home from work. Walking FRODO-THE-DOG, who has just taken care of bidness. Listening to John Stewart and Rory … More
Elly May’s the courage, the carriage, of Katherine Hepburn in her Rooster Cogburn pants
Elly May hit a note was a Monet brush stroke
Love-child of Joni Mitchell (vox) n Sister Rosetta Tharpe (axe)
I missed a whole job interview here in DOGE-time head up in Elly May Land
Wild week here, my head up in Annie-Land, man I missed a whole job interview here in DOGE-time Mgt got … More
Elly May’s the grace, the carriage of Katherine Hepburn, just without the LL Bean accent
40 years after hearing “No Blue Skies”, one time only under a Death Valley sky …
40 years after hearing “No Blue Skies” One time only Under a death valley sky The harsh one Under the … More
Give me back my knife, you fool (she taught me tricks i never knew)
Infect, Shame danced on the front room She taught my dogs tricks I never knew She shamed me This not-classically-attractive, … More
Her forest-fire smile
Her, and Her forest-fire smile Raged Through California For A While