Sunday, May 3, 2026

knocks your skeletor socks right off

 

in a perfect sensible color coded universe organized with virgo precision by marcia brady
we would have met when i was 18 and you were 31 and you would have fucked me harder than a motley crue marathon on mtv loved me deeper and better than a sappy mixtape made by an emo teenager stuck in oklahoma "if you leave me now" by chicago followed by "you're in my heart" by rod stewart then the greatest hits of the smiths and the smashing pumpkins and i know for certain i would have wept in your big aries daddy arms because goddamn man oxford education combined with that cock and that welsh accent and that crazy venus in pisces adoration can sure enough discombobulate a bitch from nowhere, texas but the universe is not perfect sensible color coded organized with virgo precision by marcia brady there's an amoral manic beast bitch in charge of the whole goddamn thing i am convinced and as it is i am 53 and you are 66 and we are laughing and crying spun by the monster tornado that brought us together as if we were made of straw as if anything could happen at any fucking time and it has and it will yesterday black and white kansas where pigs squeal for mas mas mas and no little dog is safe tomorrow rainbow saturated oz gay dwarves sing songing navigation it's so easy really just follow follow follow follow the yellow brick road to everything flying monkeys rapist trees poppies that make you not mind so much then the shimmering heart chakra city all the green we cried for bled for when santa was blind and deaf absolutely of no use available for us surplus stacked to the benevolent sky we're in the money we're in the honey mutable modality is the best take the tacos where you find them london paris mexico city wherever we land baby there we are and you know it's a picnic it's a fiesta it's a clam bake it's a funeral it's a carnival clocks melting on beaches sponsored by dr. pepper the ghost of darby crash urging us on fuck fuck sweat sweat scream scream sing unto muerte because without the ruckus what the fuck are we doing down here surrounded as we are by such a curious audience?

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