Stream of Conciousness

[The Hand That Fisted Everyone]

Extrasensory explosion in my head.
I look down to see everything below my pontoon feet has turned into lies.
you are wonderful. i am happy. glass art eyes.
the one that gave you love and you still reciprocate told you that you had glass art eyes.
I try hard but i can't communicate, my brain seeps through my eyes like melted play-doh, bubbling and steaming.
Each hiss of the boiling mind is a cut to me so deep that I fold inside of myself and turn into a frozen winter casualty where my skin is a shade of blue so stark that the world turns it back on me.
I crawl towards japan, but the wind flies fast with the smell of dollar signs dancing on it's wings, trampling me as I weep frozen red teardrops.
The earth falls, stars pierce my lungs, ashes blanket me and my own self destruction doesn't give me the warmth I need.




Bye guys I'm going driving.

[Thyme]

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rG1vktNwsJw[/youtube]

[Socks]

Pfft. I wouldn't even take a piss with that.

[snoorkel]

No heh that the only other way for sch realotya to make a doffernxe in such loves of another little feral man. The heart wales weary on such a pale grey day my mind lacks the sphere for going where I can't have ever imagines, ducks and trees. Inside a fake array, too old for sorry tramadol worries, making solemn wishers out of the least likely little gamma finding out he's never got anything to be sad about, only a broken sill where a cat sits dangling juvenile rants out the window, seering from speed looking wounded why is it like this?  I have a half bucket box of regular goddamn coffee to throw back in his stare so lightly a waxed green maze of envy envelops the head, collides in rust, epitome of rooted cause-effect decline ratio. in the wilderness, wrought from it, made shoved down underneath so can't be seen. vile alchemic portents signal simple but realized truths.

[Selkie]

boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs big boobs round boobs boobies everywhere so many boobies

[me003]

What is this I am not Faulkner but I'm not using commas who are you girl at the door that will be $2.99

ololollolol


where does all that shit and toilet paper go
back into the drinking water I Don't know

[Socks]

i got drunk high drunk high and drove. far. into rivers of asphalt and greens of posts and shit. i passed the toll and covered the bridge. no ticket did i have. $26 plus fee said the lad. FUCK. me. i said i learned the hard way, he said experience is key but tuition is high. student loans i guess. buy. i ate the pie and smoked the tree, gum, wrapped, tongue delight all the way back home. where's your account asked the old man, somewhere in balance i answered. damn, can i just piss first and then dance? the blue shoddy car drifted above the curve, and i slowed into lanes above the turn. watches showed the time and i though wow, my head just might explode!