ull new transflations — Rosetta Stone hypothoses

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I was so stupid
Now I smart
My head know blood go
through my heart
My head know poop
The end of start
And all the answer
Now I smart



How I wish my
How I wish my
ever never sometimes did

Turn my head to
Fight the urge to
Watch the didn’t come undid

Selfie Pedestal

Poof me me
I create me
When I was borned
I ever been

See pee pee
I splitter pee
My story torn
And paper thin

Me Me! Did it did it!
Me Me Me I did I did!

My my my me know it know it
I know all there ever did!

Stoopy me
My stupid me
We’ll never know
That we’re just men

TV Screened

OH my
TV Screen
yep yep
crystal sheen

he teach the preach
but we reach for peach

He points direction, but we
drink the bleach


bottles in row

bottles in row, baby
bottles in row
each one the like of the last

gamma blast

but we knew that, baby
but we knew that (haha)
each one the like of the last

devil caste

Thorn of the kate, mama
prick of the steve
we worn the world of our SLAMBROKEDOFF sleeve

Pie Pap

She pull the pork mama
She pull the son
She got the rips on the run

She ripe the type, but that
she spawns the grime
Alll the tvs that tap into our waiting minds

Crapshoot Groop Scoots

She run the groop scoots,
We plant the skew.
She win the crapshoots
and we…map-map-map

She hop the TOP DROP,
We stretch the seams–
fabrics that mop all
our crap…clap-clap-clap

We milk the (clap clap)
We milk the (clap)
We drink our own
dirty tappity tappity tap

No Point

Who wasn’t

No he doesn’t

Turn rip


Dip it in the baker’s dozenth.


Rip Rip



cummmmmmOUTTA CLIP!

Get Get


In our skin we

steer the ship.



Time is Now

Feels like an eternity.
Seals like phlem and dramamine.
Drops of sand that lie
One moment and the next.
As if the past was gone.
Counting clicks like

Feels like. Is.
Steals bike. Whiz.
Stationary pedaling.

Oblivion Remembered

I once saw cadaver dogs searching the back sides of my eyelids. They were highly trained, but pooped out the back end. They died when there was no life in them. They were buried.

Sometimes when I bow my head and pray to mankind, I can feel his limpnipotence emanating from the flesh of my tailbone and glowing out the top of my head. I usually break out into pop hymns about whores. I feel cool complacence in knowing everything and I high five the mirror because I will never die. Straight up, I am awesome and I buy cars to ride the tails of other awesomes that have broughtten their cars, but then I poop out my back end and when there is no life in me I die. I am buried.

It wasn’t that long ago that I felt very strongly about something and I felt others should feel the same strongly about that same something and picked up some boss ponies and front row hecklers to hold signs and bother people until they liked my signs. Then I pooped out of my back end and realized I should probably just start a website talking about the great big pluses of my plight–instead of being mean and feeling deep down inside like I was the best and better than even myself, who was crowned king dumpty of even everything in the sky and beyond it forever. Then they buried me when I died.

Last Saturday someone was ┬áhip hip hip hip hip hip hip hip hip hip hip hip hip hip hip hip hipping me the wrong way–like in the tailbone or something–and when I awesomed his car at the red lights he mix emotioned me with poison and strawberries. I was like, “Meff you stingin’ sweetface. You don’t know mister blister. My shoes are not even six days old!” Then he just check check checked out my kicks and we’re like buds now when we poop out the back end, burying each other when we died.

Then I opened my eyes and

Freakin’ out because

Zombies on the parameter

and I’m praying to the mankind who

limpnipotence when

Britney Spears

Greasy teeth smiles and

Video surveillance caught

Slopping posterior when

Stored all these plethoras of data and knowledge and succumbed to

Superior closets

Diamonds and yelling at people and

Pointing shiny fingers like

Big silly anuses with tails

Hehawwing over frankfurters and

Ground complacency

And this great big world like

Zipped bowling bag and shoved in a closet

Minuscule dust fibers and

Fungus forgotten.

Death and bury

Ingesting like kings

But scat like squirming vermin

Walled and in between the choicest of dead things

But surely

Chance the answer

Stand askancer.

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