a fox

some time ago, when i was slightly younger,
traveling home, I would cross paths with a fox
in the heart of Los Angeles.
a giant tail chasing a tiny frame across the street, under a fence and out of sight
once or twice a week,
sometimes i tried to follow it, or get a better look
the neighbors all said it was a coyote
but i knew
it was a fox.
i saw it.
but its been gone for years now.
and I'm still here

conversationwiththefugs

boner abound with pleasure
8:00 PM

one eye creeping for the vaginal tract
yes!
creepin on the kremlin stairs

one for the g spot

painted walls
of the painted paradise

cicle and hammer graphite

orangutans giggle, in golden cages, soft orange bellies, begging to be fondled

or juiced
dranked
drunk
spunk
trunk

mules
licked by the fathers purple tongue

vestibules

donkeys pissing in clover

crimson and clover

writing out a message with the love sick finger
a thousand voices
begging for the flesh flash

that finger bleeds for you

8:05 PM
and first flesh, fist

life

inheritance

a brackish sky, a barren hill, an empty street
a land
raped by railroads and gold
a nation, bent to the will of a people and a movement long since dead
and wasting away
cast aside the decaying carcass of your forefathers.
there is nothing in your history but shame.

what came before us, was a culture that traded in deprivation,
whorish chronic masterbators and self delusional con artists.
beware the old,
a child may steal a pack of cigarettes and fuck up your credit
but the giant, gaping wounds gouged out of your hide are bites taken by the generations before you
those who were strong when you were weak
those who protected their self interests by
destroying yours.
our world is in shambles,
and every self entitled
maniac wielding a drivers license and a right to vote,
every liquor buying, porn reading, loan taking heart attack
is waiting in line to suck your blood the moment
you become a man

EAST COAST GHOSTS ARE SCARY
WEST COAST GHOSTS ARE NEW AGE
AND SOUTHERN GHOSTS
STILL BLEED REAL BLOOD

I keep thinking
The world is full of signals,
head nods, and winks
but the idea of a plan
and the world
is the mixing of sweets and harsh whiskey
THE PAST WORKS BEST
because its easier to remember things
that have been there forever

ALL

THE WEST IS PRIDE AND SHAME.....
THE MOST POWERFUL REALITY IN THE HISTORY OF THIS COUNTRY

BOOTLEG HAIR CUT

something else

DROP FORGED

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