I’m an almost dead roach lying on my back, legs up, kicking and squirming after inhaling too much “X”. Ive got a tattoo of jesus christ on my golds gym trained washboard abs, got my daytona tanned johnson pierced dick in a pickle. My stripper/escort/actress/model/whatever scorpion gorilla golden french fried coffee bean girlfriend has the best fake tits in town, 2 well surgically placed and partially skin grafted translucent gooey tomatoes bullzeyed on her insect like spider pea pod chest. Dig that you hepcatz! Fucking hella cool: I hear platform shoes and bell bottoms are making a come-back this year along with LSD like belladonna helium balloons. My larvae have undergone extensive circumsization, but I’ve got bigger and better things to worry about, like ray’s banned sunglasses, and tooling around town in my BMW with with bleach blond STD’s looking for martini bars and chicks from mars. George Hillary Rod Ham-Bush is really a defender of life upstairs for the “Widgets” and is thus receiving radio transmitted signal instructions through Chelsea’s little cock-sucking braces. Hey, if you want to check her out live and get your precious little porcelain espresso shotglass signed, she’s over at Starfucks doing a 3-way jam session with 2 of the dead kennedy’s while Richard and Gene Simmons stand on the sushi bar and act out skits from gone with the wind and full metal jacket in full make-up. riot gear, and grass hula skirts. If your going to San Fransisco, be sure to wear a flower in your hair. The chef here is a VIP friend of mine, man. He and I used to play racquetball together and snort lines of summer’s eve fresh from Oprah’s crack. I smell roast teriyaki donald duck wafting in from the kitchen, and I’d go for a few wings myself, but ya know I’m a vegan and a staunch animal rights activist this week. Is that your cell phone ringing or mine? Hello? Hello?

Hopscotch hip shot
Mellow
Face embalmed
Like a crazy glue gravy
Cactus juice,
Masquerading as a masturbating margarita
One side of my face does not match the other
2 faced
I can show you whichever side you want
Juts remember that when all hell breaks loose, you asked for it
When jack daniels and the dali lama have you by the balls
You will happily sing the star spangled flannel
And sometimes I dream
Of groups of naked women
They feed me grapes and rub avocado juice on each others bare nipples
Alternately servicing one another and removing the avocado juice by tongue
Other times I dream of pure horror
Like grapefruit and guacamole

My wrist
Is killing me with a soft hybrid plastic fork
Lest you not to make hot water music tonight
Throw my monster soul away
Or at least hide it in the attic for awhile
While I pretend I am not an addict
Pretend I am not a retard
Diamonds for nipples
Set the hair on fire with your world

Pulled muscles and my head is on a spinning axis
Torture myself physically to reach that mental and spiritual crescendo

If you truly love yourself as in a full being, you will be ready and willing
To make painful physical sacrifice
You see that the body is a hollow shell
A hull of nothing
Potential 80 year ash

The ecstacty stills waterfalls rush

Beautiful there by the side of the river
Take a bath you swine she said
I love her so much at be that moment wanted to kill her. Pinch and destroy like a mosquito.

This is my brutish fantasy although not overly wanton, said the watermelon to the list of amputated body-
parts in mom’s garage
Rub against my leg with your insect wings

Hear them flutter and fuck and see them twitch in the shadows