The Mezunian

Me olvidé de guardar los platos. Ahora están infestado de cucarachas para siempre. Bien hecho. I forgot to put the plate ‘way. Now it’s covered w/ roaches forever. Good job.

Tea chokes melaughing‘bout the aforementioned blasting-up-the-ass.Now there’s blood in my nose.

Tea bag bouncesdipping in water…Isn’t it just having a blast up the ass.

Rainbows spread its fingers through granite gray & silver liquid crystal screens that always plume in the rain that makes it fidget. Should I splash my feet in you? Does it feel like smacks or pets? Looks as if you always snooze, slowly swaying white light flecks. Puddles never make me frown, always soothe me […]

Morning springleaves fall on pumpkins–all black text.

Accompanying music. Toxic berries:flush red & mint greene’en in spring.

The spoon’s too big. Ha ha ha.

Now it’s finally time to use the spoon. I was saving it for the perfect day; but it never came & I became impatient. Perhaps I should stop saving spoons for fudge coffee mugs that’ll never come & use them for the sludge that I have @ present to make them less distasteful than how […]

Sometimes I shudder @ the thought o’ a world without peanut butter.

E’en the moon wants nothing to do with me.