my novel

i'm writing a novel about the world. it only has two lines and ends horrifically, here it is!

-Everyone is full of piss and shit. Everyone dies in the end of my novel, The World.

I'm not sure who to dedicate it too yet, but i think it's pretty good.

Maybe you should come over and eat some ice-cream, or some freezer pops. I bought some reduced fat ice-cream on accident, so i need someone whose watching their figure to demolish a couple bowls guilt free.

I also feel the urge to urge.

urges are a hard thing to get a grip of.

i'm urging all over the place.

it's not like a grasshopper

it's not like anything.
it's a blank page until now.
your a yellow monkey suit wearing jump-rope tying handstand having heaven,
oh well.

i have one pb&j to get me through the day. maybe four quarters. no wallet. no nothing.
capitalism is a raw deal.
capitalism is a raw deal when your wallet is in the mail.

been reading a lot of kenneth koch, and a lot of the now defunct 90's alt-country magazine 'no depression'.

been reading a lot of emails, asking questions.
i've answered some questions and left others to the cosmos.
who holds space and time?
well it's nobody silly.

welp

this serves as a method for me to un-incumber myself from the wheels of academia that have been circling my skull for the last lifetime. everything i do in this blog will be in the vain of rebelling against academia and any other establishment that once scared me into the ditch i now thrive in. to start here's a nonsense poem i started.

i hope to have as many grammatical mistakes as possible,.

CHEERS!

THE ANIMAL KINGDOM
on the inside of the anthillare the limelight linesof lime juice traced to my kitchen sink, faucet dripping the day old news,60-gallons a day. wasteof wasted days.
now think about armadillos.is it a leap?not for them, i've only seen them smashed.migrating northward, only to meetsteel and become deadmeat. lockers of armored fleshflushed out by 18 wheels and a willie nelson song'on the road again' playinglike a possum: dead
lion, you jumped the list big cats are last. get backin line.