sweden, main for old gerald george “grumpy” helwig

[surprised or unannounced re-print of the first take, may one, 9:06pm for there might be third version…]

amanda’s eyes in episode six
began this dropout song

                        under seven it was all i sighed

And the press was muted: “i suppose the agency gave them too many instructions—(sounded

                                                           

                      see six dead”

and i said: “without a revolutionary option we are enslaved by a tyranny”

(it is you that will, I think, disappear)

This was about hypocrisy in Washing to n

                                        in 2020 and in 1945

or about the nag hammadi codex

                and skankbang was told: “too political tbh”   to be honest, that meat

i lived in the laguardia restroom

                                        waiting for them to dance

(i did not have champagne

                in those then hypnotized by them,

imps of the school high sorcery

and lynching cost a penny,

                         porn star dead and go go dancer,

lied as a retired on air ahgression

       failed to mountain away evidence

And emergency reserves: “but putin,

       calm though hunted held firm”

as if a hawaiian birth certificate wouldn’t show if divided

                        (she slid at the locker

and brought me here) the other in

mesmeric pants, they said: the heart is hip but not a virgin left in poland

as palestine stabbed at jew

               got milk king Lear all right

                the sniper grinned: left for the

greatful dead

                 (it is bond, the dead are alive)

when i say skankbang, i realize you will not

with a  border know but imagine a few girls,

       oh yes , and one he

“We call all faggots as they want”

and then suddenly the vice president had a daughter,

                thus making her always stay

to joeys left or he will get touchy to feel

till all the souls were in danger

                 (simple russian girl)

and tattoo above the knee…

poetry over that vroom local veer then skankbang asked if i would

was diamond still kneeling well i cannot say all the news is the russian oscars in oil

                so political it must be…

the tequila shots of corona beer

                 zofia at pasta (after fur., we note)

“the bio” said old anyone,

proved every him in blood (american airlines,  visa)

has not bothered to edit since

                        “fsg manuscript”

                        not even read, not even glanced

yet  fears talked always trying to walk in

         into his lost  green room

(To break the pope john paul, that was the first history)

or as he says:   a curve, yet liars, colloaborators with insect people

as if baker could concierge regardless

               it is yet for later and degab linder film play were the latest photos.

“is this a love song”

                              “yes and emilee”

In less than than a drive to virginia and dc

                                      said mistrust

“Some spy, some do not spy

       some snipers cannot be genitals”

’puddle.  .  .  .  . ’he feels the contradiction

blatant as a stuffy nose

        yet the truth is strangled like we are

        “all icbm strangers in the long coded night”

                     i hear lovechild, diana ross and the supremes but

“i prefer the voice of tina turner”

                      no relation to ted…

And then news twenty four seven we are the world

except for russia, but then you saw the

south africa

                      and understood,

yes a system, arriving systematic

and theme  kept like a promise to the page his page that now skankbang muse the girls

of the boy

                        as yet i can only pray

as did see how men might thrust

oh  said joyce the male womb grief was a full gas

              repeated beware

working up to a climax.

as those pants said she could get the libation” (no please not a blow job)

But a hand job like james at nora ark and he noah two of a kindness

but peter got in the way by as if niggers

and retarded comedy  neither words one can blow

                        through trumpet

and or strumpet but i believe in freedom of cancel culture speech

       and use the words regardless,

come across the river spic

                why  cannot you his panic see a wild rabbit

or rabbi oh there is antisemitismism

            mayaI!

            not the overrated poet on american stamp

                                           no my great other skankbang

______

libro-there in law

______

 

hail

emperor! the gaul had no goal

epilepsy upon a vertigo

legless shouting against truth

                               yet all lie

                               Do you think he does,

Has he, he has but not to us and not here

To hear  both the shadows and the light?

Has he captured it?

                               often it all seems to recline

                               upon rape

in the rapt ha of hubris,

       in manipulated dream headache?

How dare America pretend!

        When I can take mexico and canada and you!

           

                                me and skankbang, with this one make it new canto formed verse

                                 If only  it was not all about the big lie dollar,

           

                   buy you cannot: the slogan of a campaign to steal is sealed up stitched

                    there is more freedom in moscow than in manhattan –

 

And this at 244 years almost 245

 
we have become araby, the bazaar closing as we arrive…

        my lines partly destroyed by the entrance of all the bull shyte to borrow the whale dick bone cane from caine

not for mutiny but for love words

            for love longs

or at the very least commercial free thought

                                  nike as god not sneak in

            tennis shoe but nothing is less

or nukes at kentucky fried chicken

      eleven mel gibson herbs and prices

   rise the colonel a work in progress

no wait a reference too obscure

is that the occult penetrating

      casting weist i julia happiness

              seen bookstore memory

              dark despair she vanquished

              i viewed dame collins

              shopped for a work of art to give the bitch

so random house might hold it against me,

                                                  but i went the distance

although yet i wonder who approves or applauds these unedited scribbles and sayings jamming the regularly scheduled nonsense

talking heads we are vain and we are blind

bound to bind ourselves to a false present that has no future save for the grave

                                            lily at the rave?

of course in, writing then i must think of you

        reader, through my heaven or hell through this purgatory or do you not dante instead the purge…what was it some sort of kill spree zombie apocalypse reel i did not see all of…
or some exotic call of finger video game as the case may be,
reader with his or her pov or pod or hot rod
still the road is less taken, here
notice it note it no difference except taxes
as it was  never meant to be we the people
we the poor deluded fools
more like it
The subway a train that stops at our front door.

Main street has not seen Skankbang, no not a Ska band although sometimes there

was jazz or even power puff girl music

yes of why would it matter to you

for me the importance lays in tomorrow

like education or history

                                        a vampire movie

The blood that can only be from the living

 

“ventriloquism, it is a global danger”

       parrot folk following other birds

this poet flutters, flies over reptiles, ants

A writer that requires himself to,

what is in front, always in front

the frontline is not ukraine

proof has been provided

                      a  providence of prudence

love song of fear in the time of democrats

                        smoke mirror

shaking planes and rattled helicopters,

is it an i love you

                       or julia wanted me to pull
an edit away from sex bomb

                     it belongs to skankbang and the kremlin

although i could propaganda there is no need to as the english press attacks both andrew and vladimir with equal insanity

everyone can see the lack of coherence, like the word stunning

               killed to redefine celebrity  tradition

plastic surgery dictionary how queer to gaily
question the mean-ing
storm a plenty yet the five hundred million is not for the midwest but for kiev
since they say it is period like
menstruation is not womanstruation
hurricane earthquake volcano and the air itself along with gravity i am floating

         did i find love’s groove did it get away, and go, again and again to go

or is there a hum yet humming so  .  .  .