AAAAAaaaaaghh! what what what is gooin' on..what the hell's your goon on?...nuttin...notatall. hepl me peasle heplmepeasle heplemeatpeasle heplement peasul heaps'o'meat peezool heaps of meat pea soup helpings of meatpeas...heat seeking meat pistol...heedless of me pa's stool...hell me lease...elephantine...does it hurt to have your face like that?...wipe that smile off yer face..i can't..do it..i can't..wipe it off... oooOOOooO OOoooOOWWWwwweeeeEEEEE...that meat-eating-grin will get you nowhere. i said that me eating grin will get you-know-where...bugs, it's all bugs, bigguns, little uns, any uns'll do. do it to ya, that is. that is, little flying flecks of meat dot the air with their protein-filled succulence..suck a meat popsicle, you unemployable clown..a clown sculpture, a meat sculpture of a clown. the clown sculpted your likeness in meat and everyone liked it better than you...no tenderizer for your meat son. nah, eat it raw. raw and frozen. or burnt and frozen, better yet. or freezer-burnt meat sarcophagus through which undead gods ejaculate vicious propensities into this carnival planetoid..your sideshow left without you and you're a mad cow, your meat worth little. go to bed at noon and wake up in dark toilets, bums dribbling vomit over your nasty meat balls, mmety balls, meaty ballast, meet us last, meet us first, meet us here, anywway just be sure to meat us..speaking of meatus, I shore do miss my baby's meatus..look up meatus. look up your own meatus. we are led to believe a lie when we see not thro' the eye which was born in a night and died in a night when the soul slept in beams of light..our farter who art not yet in heaven, nor cares much for art anyway, deliver us, our mail unopened please, and for beer give us our money, as we would like to give it to the bartender, who trespasses not on your property, where you kill little meaty beinggs with a high powered crossbow, and lead us not into any place we don't want to go, because we'll get very cross and deliver a roundhouse to your kidneys, for thine is a powerful ignorance now as ever...a man..hail, mary, she's high on grass, this lady is with child..no good not mine..we are led to beat up some guy when we see through drunken eyes which get bored at night and get high at night when your soul sleeps in beams of light...go away now

The moment of desire! the moment of desire! the virgin
That pines for man; shall awaken her womb to enormous joys
In the secret shadows of her chamber....
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Can that be Love, that drinks another as a sponge drinks water?
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Such is self-love that envies all! a creeping skeleton
With lamplike eyes watching around the frozen marriage bed.

But silken nets and traps of adamant will Oothoon spread,
And catch for thee girls of silver, or of furious gold;
I'll lie beside thee on a bank & view their wanton play
In lovely copulation bliss on bliss with Theotormon:
Red as the rosy morning, lustful as the first born beam,
Oothoon shall view his dear delight, nor e'er with jealous cloud
Come in the heaven of generous love; nor selfish blightings bring.

Does the sun walk in glorious raiment. on the secret floor
Where the cold miser spreads his gold?....
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...sing your infant joy!
Arise and drink your bliss, for every thing that lives is holy!

can you write so small. small thoughts. no mo' be angry keepit tight keep yer meat stapped tight..strings..thats how mom kept the roast together

Your cock is a mesmerizing toy..hold it and giggle each day..all the day...

intoxication makes for strange bedfellows, but that's better than no bedfellows, you only get one brane so dont loose it. i dont have penis envy but my penis has man envy..after all i'm quite happy not to throw up every day...an ode to the death of my cock..we are led to believe a lie when we see not through the snake eye which was born for the night and dies in the night while my hips heave with all my might...More! More! is the cry of a mistaken soul, less than All cannot satisfy Man. Whore! Whore! cries the misshapen troll, Les and Paul cannot satisfy Ann.. my medical friends tell me that little things live in my ass--i didn't ask if i was alone in such condition--but that's a good thing they say..i say hey maybe you like a live one up yer ass but I but I but I ... BUT! these little beings in my butt prove I am meat because they are eating me..I am being eaten by little beings..better yet, my butt is being eaten out by littlelittle beings..I am a butt-feast for them, and so big..they must be thrilled, an unfathomable palace of food, yes, but oh the stink..must be a bug's sartrean hell..everything all good and happy..bug's got nothing to want but food..the whole world an unending fertility yielding total unceasing satisfaction..but my god the stink..here sits little bug man at the cartoon wood table with forkbibknife and, of course, shit eating grin..and the biggest goddam butt roast anyone ever saw, an unseeable immensity of roasted buttbut my god the stink --or-- it's a meat world and you're a metal man..cant grab things, not same consistency, you are crushing things, stop...crushing meaty goods, heedless, naive..your eager little grabbers programmed by jerry lewis..youre all fucked up..got tv screens on yer eyebulbs and its playing five minutes ago yer yer yer, yer stuck ago ago, yerago stuck. yer a ghost, huck. yer goats suck..a year goes by too quickly, im dying im dying. five minutes ago? my mind digesting experiences like a thick pea soup and too much, really, too much, thanks thats enough.enough,thanks...youll eat the goddamn pea soop till you burst goddamn it, i mean it eat eat eat the pea soup breathe the pea soup fill your sinuses with the thick rich soup of the pea and enter yourself into the pea yes within the pea suck the pea in until you are full of split pea soup immersed in pea bursting with pea splitting apart combining with the great pea soup of all things and you are in the pea now in one little pea my god the pressure no smell anymore uneyeballable packed into total static pea-ness yes you are insufferably dry so uncomfortable my god would you like some tea..yes yes..oh yes a little moist mooist mmmm mmm a seed yes that's right, remember, a seed..mmm...a little water on the tip let it sink in, remember now…a seed...grow..unfurl..awake..remember, and wiggle a little, a little wiggle, why not? we like a little wiggle now and again..a plant! a plant, you're a meat plant, oh so good, you're not a seed everything allstucktogether you're a plant, a plant of meat to be sure, but not a seed...hey wait a minute, youre supposed to be a animal, a totally self-mobilitating meat creature not all stuck in stuck, in stuck into the..you know...hey man, yes a man! you're supposed to be a man not an anima I mean an imo, you know, not a ,youre supposed to have ideas man, ideas, think ahead, make art, make Art think ahead, make Arthur King dead..female tarts and spring bed..thats it..female tarts by a spring bed, female delicious-for-eating golden deliciousyummy broads in bikinis with each your name tatooed on her body, yes and you gotta find out where and its spring and golden females are feeding you delicious tarts by a spring in which it is really so lovely to dip in and all the lovelies are dipping in their lovelinesses into the spring..and remember theres a bed here too..a springy bed..lets not loose sight of that...hey hay halo a halo you got a lovely halo its good its all right youre an angel, an angel? hell no, a god a great greek fucking god and, my god, it shows..the color on you, youre glowing..yes giving off light, you glow and a halo a god a god because its all good and all the not and the knot nyat nhat is..is..is who the fuck cares where its all good and were glowin haloeing, yes we..the so.lovely.looking.for.to.eat ladies are goddesses it is now to be seen yes individual glowin haloeing love goddesses as well..and each so happy to find herself a goddess..and each one in love with you..better, each finds you and one another equally personally savory on this lovely spring day at the spring so lovely to dip into..lets..yes lets all have a dip together, a dip in the spring, and we'll have a chat and that'll be so lovely seeing as we're all gods and it's spring and the seeds are stirring....

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