vuts in my bayg?

procrastination.

“how russian!”

overly grand

stingy

kind of prejudice

i’m really amazed, child

you said “i think what i meant”

you know… spring coming out this year

collage of facebook status magic.

please jump.

carefree. it’s going to be great.

man movie roll.

wing it. period.

heart beat time machine.

freakishly large bang.

dried voices and clumsy reindeer.

stapled insight and ouchtown at war.

happy birthday lone ranger.

so inappro.

cover your floors

cover your cough

cover your nipples and toes

cover the fugly things of your past

but mostly just the naughty bits

definitely cover the bathing suit zones

you know… the privates

no one wants to see that shit.

and just to be safe… cover that tramp stamp too.

cute.

kittens in wigs.

long luscious and short bobs.

blue. red. black. blond.

all kinds of wigs.

for work for play.

laying in grass or typing a paper.

kats with hair and wigs with whiskers.

glamor meow

glamor puss

dogs in clothes and cats in wigs

and maybes on leashes.

sharities.

less dominant males make the best partners

modified sticks and such

but you know those wolf females…

what the hell else are they going to do? THEY’VE GOT PAWS!

my little boy having sex with that beast woman,

but few people are upset about homo erectus.

lecture notes collage poem: i thought i knew but...

they confused spoken language with symbolic behavior.

a dynamic climate change dizzy with success.

a world of photoshop and an opaque black box

—conscious control.

nothing is going to work but owning everything.

canaries no longer singing.

where is gondawanaland? what happened to eden?

monogamy, grooming, and the harvest of despair.

“oops, we got carried away.”

but anatomy is made better.

church remains, but collectivization failed.

what if all the men stayed home?

stakhanovites and frat boy life

being judged by proconsul africanus.

and then… the emergence of the transitional question

but no answer just argument

all human-like and everything

but all the while getting lucky

(but sex is just a social mechanism).

bitter.

oh. hey judas.

oh. yep. weather’s gorgeous today.

yea judas, it is a great day for a hike or a cup of coffee on the balcony.

yea. welp, have a great day.

good to see you too.

"sing about your own time"

we make art, we write, we make music and movies. we make and create to commemorate those that bucked up, those that spoke out and commented about what happened during their time. we watch films about people that changed society, that made movements, but we go back to our cozy beds or chairs and eat our tasty foods. we think of these people as heros but admit our surrender to actions like ones that made these people great. we think it’s incredible but we don’t think ourselves strong enough or (most rawly) enough in general to speak out like this. we make monuments and memorials and holidays to celebrate times and changes that have taken place but passed. we spend so much time on where we’ve been that we don’t know where we’ve come. where are we? what time are we in? the time of silence? the time of “shut up and get it done”? the time of “go here and do this or you’ll never amount to anything”? the time of “shhh, just go with it” and ” take this. it will make it better”? who’s going to speak up because they’re told not to, because no one wants them to? who’s going to say something’s wrong when they’re told it’s in their head and it can be solved with a pill? who’s going to speak up and say that ‘peace’ doesn’t have to be just a fashion statement and that ‘change’ doesn’t have to be just a slogan? who’s going to say abundance isn’t happiness and doing what most people do isn’t original? when will we see why we enjoy celebrating heros and fathers and mothers of movements? when will we stop celebrating and start learning from them? when will we learn to wake up, stop fucking around and look at our own time with honest, undrugged eyes? when will we realize that there are things in our own time that could be celebrated and commemorated if we change them, if we make this world better with the lens, or perhaps, tunnel car wash or our time? go. do. speak. change. then… celebrate.