dammitcubed
breakfast for breakfast again
10/22/22
5/16/22
1/17/21
11/17/20
“mouth receiving beer”
"i am really anxious and need help"
"where's the nearest potato"
"a useless stirrup"
"human with big tusks" 1
"crafted from the finest dust" 1
"heap praise upon the lamb" 1
"congressional medal of funk" 1
"pelican with a stupid face"
"god is my spittoon"
"a plate of craisins" 1
"bring me some lint" 1
"eat lint for breakfast" 1
"infinite patchwork of existence" 1
"i was stabbed by jesus"
"cheese appreciation ceremony"
"greasy landmine"
"a crass dandelion"
"fluctuating beehives" 1
"a cop strangled me" 1
"i'm being a fake version of myself"
"greasiest papaya" 1
"a horrible papaya"
"i'm so stupid that i can't even see"
"i'm so high that i'm dead"
"seriously if you grunt one more time"
"my voice sounds like a fart"
"evil bad snails"
"bread with a side of nothing"
"try our nothing special"
"attacked by an evil koala"
"the ground continues forever" 1
5/5/20
of absolute internal emptiness
reflected infinitely between mirrors
of ancient sacred origin
raise a cloth to reveal
intricately arranged metallic
lizard heads against
a backdrop of a trillion stars
humming microtones
in disturbingly perfect harmony
interminable scrawlings
upon rusty surfaces
in old forgotten hallways
relay distant radio signals
from lost truck drivers
on foggy night streets
image conjuring ritual
over a cup of coffee on a mountain
inhaling the crisp new air
feet firm against the earth
sweet sound of the squirrels
playing their squirrel games
birds jerking their heads
to the great cosmic pulse
slender baby praying mantis
begins first delicate steps
and the timeline expands and contracts
structures merge and divide
tiny agreements and disagreements
propagate the inevitable cycle
of hues intermingling
where there is no light and there is no darkness
( learn about one-result composition )
1/31/18
sleep writing revival ! I write stream-of-consciousness as I fall asleep, not looking at what is being written
breathe in a breatharian as i palleted through a chamber full of magnetic light yields, santa claus palleting the onion rag without bones. trellis on top of a heap of grasshopper pastes shielded from all sides by lava or some kind of extract… bolt me down to a rubber mallet and bleat at me wildly upending my blended throats. barbarians, he said with a smirk. breatharians. brontosaurus jeans without tassels or extracts. bloated salvaging pretending to be oneself for a living, a respectable position, but only dogs may apply. stretch out onto a wide blank slate of practical markups. branding is a central issue in today’s campaign, breath. only some people should be allowed to breathe at all, it’s ridiculous how they let everyone do it, i weigh a lot more than i look like i do. bark bark bark. i upped the salmon levels in this pastry i baked under the ocean floor with my grandmother or someone who resembled my grandmother to the point where i didn’t notice. cardboard cutout of my grandmother fools me for six hours before i notice it’s fake. i am an idiot. i lie under a brick thinking i’m alone. shadowed dog breathing into itself, carbonate campaigner or undone breathing trampoline masks. open ended casket handling service, no rules, just cats walking all over your teeth inspecting their idiosyncrasies. brand me with a branding iron otherwise i refuse to act normal i will simply repeat the phrase “underground retard” until you fucking puke, got it? i carry a solid version of my pants to school and it breaks into thousands of tiny bits. i own a school and a small ambiguous piece of trash. nothing else. my shadow is my favorite thing. crease my bowels or reach down into my shirt and retrieve a hidden key or a handle or baboon bamboo. hi onion is this a one to be talked into? i cannot own my name. to what bowel i own suffer … granite grass. pink shovel. dynamic range of milky absurdity plastered upon their basins of the world, tying strands of trombones to the western hemisphere untied but always in the process of tying. i am in the undying process of discovery or transition. brag until you know you’re no longer. without claiming my parents did get married and i don’t understand what interest people take in me, why is doing certain things more important when i’m in certain moods, i can’t rely on what other people think of my behavior. or i will be collapsing one hundred times into a carseat backwards. identity rewards, or some oven mitt systems professional with a ninety day plus pro internship staffing utensil, guided by a consistent bream of unidentified light accompanied by a breath and a rose held by a pair of barbecue tongs… setting sun . sun setting along the waterfront, spoke seriously like a token neutral party, nothing new. breathing into myself i give myself a new life, nothing done before this one, asymmetrical smile, broken pattern anonymous monotonous circumference and it’s inconveniently masked surreptitiously by dwarves in raincoats, scarfs sagging and mothers weeping together in chambers descending infinitely below art spaces in padded units, dragging their feet to win dumb prizes, everyone is taught to be an idiot, the positive influences are fading into oblivion, memories shrink away and sometimes i like to try not to think about any of this, but i’m somehow contained and need scarves so please send them this way, otherwise the plot would get uninteresting… nobody should ever be unprompted by themselves to go outside and acknowledge the self and buying a ticket to the experience of breaking a piece of wood in a small room by yourself, it costs a million fucking dollars so fuck you. get out of here, i ain’t even deliver anything to you because you’re so sequestered in your zone. crumb cake supreme, i sit in a cloud and question my judgment wildly, sometimes it is scary to be around myself when i’m in a bad mood. i can’t see myself wrapped in here without cradling a blonde child held and her bed was next to itself. smoke the top off a blonde baboon laced in opaque tears crystallizing and generating a profit, a lucrative ailment. halves and pieces of 99.9% pure osmium bark. layered inside a patty of undulating baron to the answering machine messages of 2000 gathering clues about growth and negativity and tilting under on the side
walk off and leave me sitting on the faded crosslegged ;;;; I CAN’T STAND UP IN ALL THIS MESS OF RIBBONS AND FLOWERS, UNDULATING CREDIT MACHINE GIVING SUPPLIES LEFT AND RIGHT. BY NOW IT’S A LNEWONWLESE. BYE.
7/13/17
ink stamp on cloth
windy doorframe
inhale a fresh morning
grasping but floating away
my brush with spirit
brush up against particles
warmth of street light
barrage of shimmering particles
shivering in crisp autumn air
heap of frayed ropes
shafts of blessed light
( a one-result composition )
9/28/16
8/13/16
3/14/16
coffee shop employee announces to a crowded coffee shop: “a tornado watch has just been issued for tonight. also I am issuing a separate tornado watch right now specifically for the inside of this coffee shop… we’ve seen some dust particles in corners being swept up by small air currents… papers blowing around on tables… the conditions are right for an indoor tornado. your safest bet would be to stand precisely at the threshold of the doorway.”
12/18/15
corporeality corp.
11/10/15
B: yep. five dollars.
A: what?
11/9/15
11/8/15
pill that makes you ugly
toy designed to behave
4/9/15
3/4/15
spatial kind of person
chorus of dusts
breath like trains
radially symmetrical smile
eternal torture universe
external eternality
small dogs in my armpits
mandelbrot handlers
2/18/15
10/20/14
9/1/14
3/22/14
and rotating under lights that burn off universal skins
1/1/14
11/29/13
11/8/13
11/7/13
10/31/13
garbled whispers in the dark
8/1/13
7/4/13
7/2/13
we drooled at the spectacle