Saturday is a different day.

But it is like every other day.

a day to check my grammar of things i wrote 9 months ago.

a day to sweat out all the stress of work, living, life...the ex, the ex ex ex.

AS IN SEX SEX SEX

booya,

cmon what senseless dribbling idiot would want to hear this mundane crap
at such a non mundane hour.
believe in powers that rub your magical zone at night.
then put a face to that power.
It would prolly resemble that of your late grandmother.
and then you will cut out (insert body part here)
and marinate it in your sorrows and fry it in a skillet
you have constructed out of your hopes and dreams

and fart out the convulsive baby that you have formed
with the father and mother being unknown, and all of its orifices
keep firing hearts and stars and little rainbows
that say
"i want you to fuck me there"
"nice and easy."
"nice."

A friday short

So i keep having a reoccuring dream.
that my brain will dissolve and spill onto the floor
leaving a messy goo
that will transform into a raccoon.

reincarnation.

The life cycle of your psychology

when mushroom clouds start to collide
with Uranus.
you must have a problem.

of which.

you must deal.

and im not talking about taking the easy way out.

oh nonononono

there a few specific instructions i give to you,
and i assume you will not follow them.
because you are a bitch
and we all know that.

but for those who trend the way of the experimental,
the ones who like to tweek their third nipple out of enjoyment
and bring forth a dinner made of the meats from animals
you swore were not edible.

for this day it comes that you the man
or woman
of your idealistic
supremely accurate
imaginative
accordance
that you have with yourself

don't be a stuck up prune.
because those are the last ones picked in
the trail mix
and the last ones usually
get all slippery and wet from chillin'
in the bag all day in a drenching sun.

and

that

is

almost as bad as a person whose wrinkles are so deep
that they are unable to shower through those canyons of flab.
and they harvest a smell that is unfamiliar
to poop flies and maggots

so a message to all.
don't grow old and flabby.

cause you will always be a prune.
and only old people eat prunes.