April NIneteen NPM

April NIneteen NPM

April NIneteen NPM

Dogs do there business all around me. Time is a relentless vortex grubbing the worm under the tree just wants so badly now to sleep to dream of better ideas perhaps to ride his fanny in the horsey cloud giddy upp granny oh wait you knoe this was coming eye got so confused what with time tick tick tocking and should eye stop the poem long enough to ride perhaps to visit outside to get greedy gain to get the things eye need to live for one more day the sustenance every person desires is rice ok is one bowl enough for one deserve or is more then rice ok with ewe can meat can meat make a dent in my hunger do you knoe the differance of then or than does it not matter much to me the poet has the edit if eye chose to change the tenses it is not the classroom as eye enter it is text belongs to me in Texas thiz is my nickle then it is my byline than today it was a funny tradjic mess the corn chips eye have been paying one dollar for suddenly went up to 1. 25 and the man in front of me got behind me while he was paying out he pooed me and told me to pay the 1. 25 why are you complaining then THAN the woman behind the counter got even by charging him FOUR DOLLARS for one jar of peanuts and the man went nuts oh himself and placed the peanuts back where he got them than he left but not until eye told him to MIND his OWN business when he left eye went back to the counter and tried again eye asked the woman why and she did not answer me she was too timid or eye was too angry and she offered to pay me for the corn but eye refused ahha eye nearly shouted the chips is mine eye refuse to give them back to you. It was a majic magic moment. Than then the woman smiled cause she thought she had won but eye had really won eye need the salt on the corn to survive the Texas Heat is smiling in the shade. My Pepsi has less sugar and it is almost good for me to drink it . Meanwhile the man at the apartments sipping drinking whiskey noticed that eye noticed him he was enjoying his pain he was decidedly uncomfortable to be discovered is whiskey the only cure for a broken heart then than mine shall brake to a stop then than start upp on time for ewe she is sublime the lemon lime of my extant extensionalism frozen in the time on the clock face says the little hand is on three and the big hand is on your knee omg what were we thinking on APril NIneteen NPM vext with problems the keysstick

April 122012 Paranoiae Fear of paranoia

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April 122012

Paranoiae

Fear of paranoia

People cause people to be afraid of people and they are at fault and wrong to begin with iff someone say a man a macho blooded man threatens you makes funn of you speaks in a derogatory manner at you calls you a DOG for accepting help of any kind he is probably living in fear for his own life he must be scared perhaps even a coward himself to speak such things to a man for no reason his reason is his mind is full of himself and full of fumey whiskey admitted to me he drinks to get drunken then trys to help others it seems he mostly wants to be feared to walk the Earth scaring others not related to his religion or his Nationel Heritage he is a member of the paranoiae club of drunken fighters and he will hit someone who can hit him back and he will stop his nonsense when he is flat on his back and paranoid for it will come to him what any man does to others comes back to him this is karma and happens to us all sometimes or another time MANSON is disliked for a reason he has been denied parole again they are hoping he will die in jail his time of life is gone they call him a coward when they call him at all but he is never late and always at there beck and call BECKON CALL I e beckoning def. adj. calling someone to come over where you are and finally this brings me to my NEED to wonder why the Preacher has not tried to help MANSON to recover his Salvation for the Jesus has portended to Save us ALL ??? Not for the Righteous but for Sinners did he come ??? Here is my plea not sure just why it comes to me to ask manson to say Jesus one more time before you die give it a reason even cry eye promise you he listens to the worse to the most twisted soul in torment can you tell eye seek my rest in him someday my christian duty eaten up and seized from me by brothers who pretend to love me hiding behind the fist of gay sordid hate Jesus died for charlax Jesus also died for manson come on Charlie get back aboard the train say Jesus and be saved in April 122012

April Four SOlyant GReen

SOlyant GReen

SOLyant GReen

or Crackers is People

is there anyone missing from the group

Vallhalla is not your stomacn

no one likes the idea of eating people it seems retarded when there is still so many Cattle left in India and so many Africans choosing to abstain from eating anything we should respect the dead leave that meat on them bones in them coffins all alone they should not be part of the food chain gone is dead and gone not back for breakfast back for supper in the crackers is the relatives we bury resurrected for the nutrition this is the ultimate degradation how could anyone keep living eating Bessy Sue and Uncle Billy with the soup breaking bread like breaking Daddies back passing around the plate take some IN- Laws out to dine how do we knoe the substance in the food is not just me and you inside the cracker feeding others of our kind eye for one would not eat a human cracker without pickles without mustard without soup complete with Uncle Billy makes me sick to think of SOlyant Green residing in my belly after eating you would be the next one taken to the factory added quickly to the cracker meal its YOU the homeless sick and lame the queen the queer little thing the cracker box lists all the ingredients the gradients and the graduates leaning by the fridge go see iff it says Solyant Green anywhere on the Label you will not see Lopp eared Mule iff u feel a poem should always rhyme feel free to disagree with me then go see eye will be the next cracker found in SOlyant GReen on table