Grabs you by the shoulder while you’rent expectoring it and Badbreath He says:

You ever find you a old shirt in a second-hand store smells like bygone chemical death?

Put it on.    Hey.    Put it on.    Hey.    Put it on.    Hey.

Then you slug up some greasy coffee, and you spill the coffee all over your new shirt.

                       Now you’re a real mess.

And what have you got to say for yourself, balled-fists?

                                Sαყ:

                        “It’s all a bunch of slop, for clods!”

    Sick of this boring f*****g click music for stores.

                 “I see through this s**t!”

             𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚.

               “AAAAAAAAUGH!”

                  𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐮𝐳𝐞.

   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙾𝙸𝚂𝙴:

        (nice one)

     Enchantment.   

     EN CHANT MENT.   

                It’s right f*****g there.

                  𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

                         It’s religion.  

                            It’s not sequiturs.

It might be contagious.

(it is)

IMAGINE every smudge mug in the world refreshing its own

            disappointing view count.

                          Imagine disappearing off the coastline.

       Imagine raging.

                  Rotted out demolition dandy.

I’m so f*****g far outside I’m in glitch mode and it’s all clipping and I’m all jagged edges and the underrendered soles of my feet just clop ceaselessly on starved air.

  山乇丨尺ᗪ new bump on my arm.      Everything’s cancer now.

One year or another’ll put you down.

      Never do look in the mirror . . .

                   Been-sitting Shiva my whole life.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬’𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝-𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠.

◎◎

Hello I am an Energy-Book. Thank you for using me.

Hello I am a urinal. Thank you for using me.

          — M. RUTT

             tummi-tuckt,

                  𝚅𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎  𝙼𝚃𝚅  𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍  𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚝  𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔  𝙰𝚛𝚝

▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬

abrupt cut,

 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐗:

   Sobriety

      balk.

   Sidewalk

   chalk.

    Detuned arps of neverwas sing of your sulck.

❥❥❥       Exquisite gulps:

FRAUD PRODIGY! PLAGUE GENIUS! DRUGGLOOMED OVERLOAD!

      Dark matches   and   exhibition dumps:

          “Pass me around amongst yourselves.” — Christ Aperitif

                     “Pass me.” — Diabol Digestif

           Deadly valleys   and   sick bumps:

           Dee dee tee.  DDT-123.  𝙳.𝙾.𝚃. 𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚊.

                COUNT IT.

       I’m the champ!   I’m the champ!   Put the strap on me!

                          Hit my music! ‣

               ▣◩▩

Accept a preparation of chaos or feign the imposition of order.

  Moments with majesty!             

     ᶠʳᵃᵍᵐᵉⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗʸ!

       Travis Tritt with three rubber tits on a balance beam.

 ▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭▬▭

The demand for consistent predictable returns STIFLES INNOVATION.

HEY!  Hey, I —

I put asses in the seats.

Listen.

  Hey . . .

ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴄʟᴜᴄᴋ.

Take 2x daily.

                  New  strange  invention:

              𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐋    𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐍.

                            Echoing Zappa:

(perhaps a grandson,

great?-grandson —

you know, this being a gossip column:

     I was-once-once-was in a yoga class with M.U. 🌜𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁 🌙, AND —

                                              𝚃𝙰𝙿𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵-𝙳𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙲𝚃𝚂)

i am dust seeking sunlight for a momentary dance

the accumulated wealth of a colony of ants

ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅᴏɢ’ꜱ ᴘʟᴇᴀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ.

ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴɪᴄ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴘᴀᴄɪꜰɪᴄᴏ.

                All hail unspecifically.

                   Set sail on an indifferent sea.

   Unindented intentionally?         A wet editor.

                        A scat fetish for a jazz shredder.

          Unfettered 𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳,         to the hilt.

   All cut up like a fresh check.

                  Holographic foil in the upper deck.

Now see, now see, now see — 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨’𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺.

      I’m an inputter.   An upbraided butler.   Bjork.

         “ᴚƎ˥⊥IH Ǝ˥∀ƆSԀ∩”

                       With that come wither stare . . .

                               𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲.

                                              Isn’t it though.

                    Press the lips.

               Compound tongue’s greatest hits.

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                                          (deinstall)

  Bang-for-your-buck       budget       horror-comedy,  

            m a s s i v e  returns.

                                 Atta boy . . .

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