economaniacals and the moot-man scribes

she's my only true love
she's all that i think of
look here, in my wallet
that's her

HEY WTF lady. hey ok yeah let's have a thing. wordword blahthink pipe-noise-make because its fcuk'd. me and you like lawl bIIm speakpart at the end of the gay feelings songs (all). seriousness talk. the blahmouth flaps about you are like culmeat. they're all flapping like HEY OH SHTI! garrolfing with snarkmake scareshapes. scareshapes (i'll be comin down the mountain baby, with a flower with a gun). they're all quite concerned'd. you've got loose fleshmeat and it's eating itself and eating like cotton-candy pinkertons in the hopespring mindwaste. i fold the pictures of you (many of different of manface). i roll them in for life-love itemized speedstuffs and the working anti-mess. they love me through your facetunnel term server. but now you're melting. i dont wnat to here abt that @sshole TA whoe tickles your buttpipe with HUMOR. such high hopes me and you. so high. hum. your form has uncongealed and reconjugated into an oatmeal farce. hey how's your Customary Pride Index?? MINE IS SHITSTUFF! digital camera NO! fuck plasma tv lyke BAMBAMBAM NO BREKFASTE BITCH!! more like milk and beer and buttpaper and lettuce wraps WOW its like blue cheese? NO THANKS, uncle mas chez and spray-chez and velveeta dreamplaces are the jeu-de-luxes. no stinky anymore. no famous picnics for love of rot. not anymore because you are leaving yourself and so i am leaving you.

we are leaving this. came from this. we are shipp'd and sent in the afro-nooks with poopdecks on our legs and breathingplaces (YUK'D LOL YUKON HO!!). to another place without your green speckled eyes and without your green ladyshapes. the great million-hump has rolled over and to lament serves no one. first? oils. gone gone gone bye bye. Original Plutonic Economaniacal Commiseration eats dog which dog is and dies from pizzahut eatself suicide yuk'd. digging up the graves yes. and drilling in the landfills yes. your blood is black of full of soot now from our motor metalstuffs. second? abercrombie and fitch. hahaha STOOP'D FGGAOTS we will not buy your nonsense cottonsex. not anymore, our hard-ons are beautiful still waving like the flag (OH CANADA!!! um maybe), and the waterspring womanplaces don't need erectile collarsex. so byebye retail. byebye. third? JPM? BAC? GS? C? layman brothels is what you have done. what HAVE OYU DONE? yes yes yes. and so my pictures of you don't go so far now, they don't go far. milk. smkoes. toiletboal cleansers? all. no Franky L. your homeplace love will die in lactose felate. apartmental dwellingspaces for families whose brickground bottoms were false. i'm sorry. fuck me i'm so sorry but cry cry cause soon your tear-ducts will feed only the memory of american cherry-red tbird glee. corn without cron. wheat without windows 98 even (lawl @ fat32 illop prayers). acetone and ethyl acetate. magpies.

oildeath+(!sun*!wind)+CPI^3 = (nomoney for econofun)

(ANF,ARO,COH,etc) - $ = (nice jobtry epicphail)

infl-mortage+APR^2-job+bernake = bankdeath stagflate

(!JPM) && (!BAC) && (!C) && (!GS) && (!WM) = runrunrunrun

(winter of your green makes sticks for stones)

eat now it's a long walk to where the bank was. now it's all covered with david burn.

and the market collapses. fear. our skyscraper majesty finds use now only for suicide. are you sad? i am my darling. my darling! my darling! no my love my perfect beauty whywhy oh god i miss your somnambulent spring oh god i miss your blanketsex summer but fall like morphine hospice homes and then for winter my love. oh christ. winter how i hate it.

and so i am leaving you. i once loved you deeply i guess. but now i love only the memory of you for all has changed and i am afraid.

goodbye.

oh my friend you do not know
you do not know what life is
you who hold it in your hands
(slowly twisting the lilac stalks)
you let it flow from you
you let if flow
and youth is cruel
and has no remorse
and smiles at situations
which it cannot see
i smile of course
and go on drinking tea.