THE EGG...

the egg is an olympic swimmer...who cracks her head against the side if the pool...and drowns .

LIVING AND DYING...

there is shit worth dying for...and living for...do not confuse the two .

ENDANGERED RECORDS...

sometimes when i find ENDANGERED RECORDS...i am reasonably sure that GOD placed them there just for me .

the sting of DEATH !!!

"OH , DEATH...WHERE IS THY STING ??? "...well , to start with...it is in that fucking pine box over there !!!

HAUNTED HOUSE...PART 1

there i was in a haunted house...lying in bed...i could see this apparition in front of me...he looked like an old farmer...and he was bitching about the potato crop .

i woke in the morning...went into the kitchen...there to the right of me was a picture of some old fucker...farming potatoes .

WE ARE KINGS AMONG KINGS

our humanity...is clothed in maggots .

THE HOSPITAL...

i was rushes to the hospital when i was 12...the doctor put on some porn...and gave me a smoke .

LOVE WILL REMAIN...

...love will remain...but it may very well remain on top  of a pile of shit .

HIS NAME IS PRINCE !!! not was...

prince was to the 80's and 90's what young and dylan were to the 60's and 70's...and some may even suggest that he went on to do even better work...POINT...from beginning to end...he was a treasure among treasures...bless his soul eternally .


luv :

stu

NOT REAL...

if the aliens attack us...we will all come together...why ??? because not real is easy .

ALIEN ATTACK...

...when the aliens attack...think of all the times they didn't .

caring...

if someone actually cares for you...pretend you don't notice that they ate your goldfish .

MISSION IMPROBABLE

almost everyone on this planet is not worth living for...your mission...NOT ONLY FIND SOMEONE WHO IS WORTH LIVING FOR...BUT SOMEONE WHO IS WORTH DYING FOR .

THE LIZZARD

...it was november , 2014...i was not held down in my bed by the lizard man...his fork tongue in my ears...speaking french backward...shit steaming from his shit glands as he farts all over my little corner of the jungle...

NOPE , this did not happen...INSTEAD...i could not move nor feel my hands...it was like having a nervous breakdown...without the nerves...without the breakdown...i reached for my yellow duck puppet...to talk to...to stick through the fabric of the universe and pull out some health for my idiom ...

...i have seen the duck puppet...and the duck puppet is me !!!

  

prepare yourself for THE GREAT UNKNOWN

...dying is an art...but it is not to be confused with slitting your throat with a paint brush .

WALK WITH ME...

...so i walk across the meadow...something seems just a little fucked up...the snow is glowing...yet there are no aliens or alabama illuminated cross-eyed pig monkeys slithering around the place on all five legs .

...one of the first signs that something is wrong...but you convince yourself it is something normal...like pissing in a shampoo bottle...or screwing one galaxy into another .

...l sleep silently .