#111

two days after fools day and not a single trick was played upon the lemonade split by the cinnamon stick in a rainy meadow where nothing stood but a simple stand by a couple portly fellows portentously manned selling wicked chemist concoctions of sugar and spice spiked with a lethal dose of crawling pubic lice but nothing so delicious did this kingdom ever see than their uniquely tangy potion of cracker pecker tea that would split your brain and buckle your knees and bend your elbows back and send shivers shooting down your spine from cranium to crack the queen could soon drink nothing but and princess anna too but king balloo banished the men because the drink gave him the flu and then there was a great revolt from pauper to royalty and the farmers used their pitchforks to fight for democracy and when they won they nominated a portly fellow to run for prime minister and he won the seat and banned from the kingdom the bastard drink censors then he held a free cup day where everyone could come and have a cracker pecker tea spiked with spicy rum and thus the party ran and ran til they all drank themselves dumb

#110

back and forth and in and out and left to right and here and there and there we are at wimbledon at centre court following balls with our swiveling melons intrigued by a match we have no stake in supporting a player out of blind and disgusting patriotism the eighth deadly sin the arbitrary pride america has duped its citizens into believing is a moral thing god and country the contradiction is clear if you believe in god then you should value all gods creatures equally i dont remember any people besides the jews that were set apart as special and holy in the eyes of god and surely god didnt have one of his prophets slip in some line about the usa in the bible so what is this god and country thing other than nationalistic jingoism hammered into your brain to make you more willing to accept the atrocities our country impresses upon the less fortunate and hopefully get you to turn out for the ticker tape parade where we land those mercenary killers for hire we call soldiers and praise to no end just because they work for the government theyre volunteer killers of innocent little brown people upholders of totalitarian regimes keepers of the american world order and guardians of the corporate greed wealth and i dont support them

#109

dry spell in a wet hell morning nothing but boring crustacean land life wavering on the brink of plankton worthless boneyard flavor in the depths of puddle pie crazy as a naked jaybird on the wagon off caffeine sans cigarettes by no means straight edge and by no means mormon or born again just a clear mind to antagonize the world without clouds and lapses of memory and humiliations when someone else can tell my story better than i can whats up my gayness on the soccer field after they scare or oops i just farted as i hit the pitch in golden valley that port of call that layover in my young life that i remember more vaguely than i want to even clemmons fades away lost in the dense brambly forest of tanglewood escaped horses in the yard smoking refires with josh and making out with ashley at the ymca and going up her shirt at the water park and jordans arm breaking during the soccer game like a twig snapping off a high branch and now memory trees fall in tanglewoods wilderness and im not there to seem them or hear them but sometimes i find myself alone in the wilderness crying or laughing or finding fallen fragments of branches that used to mean something but now i cant quite place them