Caveat Emptor, I says ~
The first thing I see when I look down, always, are my own hands - Palms up. My Palms face the sky .
It seems as if my hands are forever extended, caught in the parabolic moment between repose & riposte
caught, as it were, at the web terminal end of their own fingertips.
The arms are less noticeable - Sort of a rope or belt on a smoking jacket, a ring of licorice between the
Here & Now
The first thing I see when I look down, always, are my own hands - Palms up. My Palms face the sky .
It seems as if my hands are forever extended, caught in the parabolic moment between repose & riposte
caught, as it were, at the web terminal end of their own fingertips.
The arms are less noticeable - Sort of a rope or belt on a smoking jacket, a ring of licorice between the
Here & Now
The Able Cables that swing my ape paws across the Jungle.
Let’s take the long road down those hippo like legs to the feat - Mashed boats like potatoes boggling on
the surface of a Sea of Old Spices
The toes are like the crags of mountains, Bitter apple claws highly tempered by the sun.
The Belly - The Trunk - The Abdomen
Continents unto themselves, entire nations & universes containing empires of worms and livid microcosmic
flora
I Cannot tell you how much hair there is on my body, Because none of us can actually imagine - What do you
want, a follicle count ? A Human welcome mat made from a rush rug of all my bodily hair ? What kind of
person are you ?
My face, like every human face in history, is unremarkable. My features smeared across it like some kind of
lazy animator’s last fifteen minutes on a friday. I’m not particularly ugly, mind you, but then again neither are you.
There is a very thin layer of meat & gristle where my Birth Caul once was. The part of me that was that baby lives
somewhere up there, mouth open upward ( Matching my outstretched hands ) and screaming for the heavens to a
tall drink of water.
And speaking of water, did you know that’s what i was made most out of ? It’s funny, we feel so solid & special
yet we gurgle with the slightest movement of the moon ( NOT EVEN A PROPER FUCKING PLANET ) and end up
melting away like so much dirty late winter snow.
And look at those Balloons !
The Water that fills them - It’s really the biggest public toilet in the world isn’t it ?? Let’s move on.
My Finger nails are pearlescent & very feminine. My Toenails are like some sort of wizard’s curse.
There are delicate veins through ought, like marbling in a zesty rye bread - These roads, these veins -
They all lead back to the Kayo Syrup of the soul - The “ Red Stuff “ the tiger’s milk that make all else follow. But is
there family in there ? In that blood ?
or is it a kind of a “ Hobo Blood “ that circulates, like a hawk near a highway, looking for courage and carrying off it’s little parcel
of other elemental bile.
Or is it a kind of a “ Gypsy Blood “ that makes me lay, brothel-sticky and prickly with shards of trumpeted braggadocio and
the valley below littered with battles, valiantly fought .
Nothing quite - Perhaps just the ink of another species ? Perhaps. Indeed, Perhaps. Perchance & Perhaps - It could be.
It could be.
It is possible, if not agreeable, it is doable if not done. It is walkable, sometimes strident, it is finished when it’s done. It is covered in fine graphite dust and the air smell like the metal of wet rain. It is possible, it has potential please mail it to me in a weekend of fun at los vegas.
It’s a dream, Kitten.
The bones are what’s left inside besides & around the various porridges. These things, these Kettle Drums of the orchestra, they follow us everywhere and stick around after we leave. You have to dig really deep to reach them. Genuine Calcium Action for the Ages.
Maybe if you get a wish, you should wish to become a mineral
God’s History ends here.
The rest is outside, my European candy wrapper - Pale “ White “ ( How much wishful thinking was that ? ) skin , covered of course in knuckles & lumps and somehow patinated with the yellow cellophane smoke tint of the ages that have washed across it.
And my eyes, of course, which are portals to a hole in the ground and see absolutely everything. Some people like Blue as well.
What else does that leave, Yes ?
Oh - I almost forgot. Saved the best for last. Of course, I am referring to my Penis. Regardless of what the last thing you ate was, be assured that my very own penis is smaller than it.
My Penis.
Mine.
Best thing on earth, little buddy.
TRUE FACT : Did you know that if it wasn’t for my penis, I wold have long ago filled up with urine and exploded ? Did you know that
MY PENIS has touched the inside of both Lady Parts, Boy Parts & Been in places it should not have as well ?
MY PENIS Is probably a better friend to you than I am capable of being. Even though MY PENIS
Let’s take the long road down those hippo like legs to the feat - Mashed boats like potatoes boggling on
the surface of a Sea of Old Spices
The toes are like the crags of mountains, Bitter apple claws highly tempered by the sun.
The Belly - The Trunk - The Abdomen
Continents unto themselves, entire nations & universes containing empires of worms and livid microcosmic
flora
I Cannot tell you how much hair there is on my body, Because none of us can actually imagine - What do you
want, a follicle count ? A Human welcome mat made from a rush rug of all my bodily hair ? What kind of
person are you ?
My face, like every human face in history, is unremarkable. My features smeared across it like some kind of
lazy animator’s last fifteen minutes on a friday. I’m not particularly ugly, mind you, but then again neither are you.
There is a very thin layer of meat & gristle where my Birth Caul once was. The part of me that was that baby lives
somewhere up there, mouth open upward ( Matching my outstretched hands ) and screaming for the heavens to a
tall drink of water.
And speaking of water, did you know that’s what i was made most out of ? It’s funny, we feel so solid & special
yet we gurgle with the slightest movement of the moon ( NOT EVEN A PROPER FUCKING PLANET ) and end up
melting away like so much dirty late winter snow.
And look at those Balloons !
The Water that fills them - It’s really the biggest public toilet in the world isn’t it ?? Let’s move on.
My Finger nails are pearlescent & very feminine. My Toenails are like some sort of wizard’s curse.
There are delicate veins through ought, like marbling in a zesty rye bread - These roads, these veins -
They all lead back to the Kayo Syrup of the soul - The “ Red Stuff “ the tiger’s milk that make all else follow. But is
there family in there ? In that blood ?
or is it a kind of a “ Hobo Blood “ that circulates, like a hawk near a highway, looking for courage and carrying off it’s little parcel
of other elemental bile.
Or is it a kind of a “ Gypsy Blood “ that makes me lay, brothel-sticky and prickly with shards of trumpeted braggadocio and
the valley below littered with battles, valiantly fought .
Nothing quite - Perhaps just the ink of another species ? Perhaps. Indeed, Perhaps. Perchance & Perhaps - It could be.
It could be.
It is possible, if not agreeable, it is doable if not done. It is walkable, sometimes strident, it is finished when it’s done. It is covered in fine graphite dust and the air smell like the metal of wet rain. It is possible, it has potential please mail it to me in a weekend of fun at los vegas.
It’s a dream, Kitten.
The bones are what’s left inside besides & around the various porridges. These things, these Kettle Drums of the orchestra, they follow us everywhere and stick around after we leave. You have to dig really deep to reach them. Genuine Calcium Action for the Ages.
Maybe if you get a wish, you should wish to become a mineral
God’s History ends here.
The rest is outside, my European candy wrapper - Pale “ White “ ( How much wishful thinking was that ? ) skin , covered of course in knuckles & lumps and somehow patinated with the yellow cellophane smoke tint of the ages that have washed across it.
And my eyes, of course, which are portals to a hole in the ground and see absolutely everything. Some people like Blue as well.
What else does that leave, Yes ?
Oh - I almost forgot. Saved the best for last. Of course, I am referring to my Penis. Regardless of what the last thing you ate was, be assured that my very own penis is smaller than it.
My Penis.
Mine.
Best thing on earth, little buddy.
TRUE FACT : Did you know that if it wasn’t for my penis, I wold have long ago filled up with urine and exploded ? Did you know that
MY PENIS has touched the inside of both Lady Parts, Boy Parts & Been in places it should not have as well ?
MY PENIS Is probably a better friend to you than I am capable of being. Even though MY PENIS
