Deep down in a pepper mine…
In the not so distant future one of the more coveted spices is pepper. The pepper industry has become one of the fastest growing markets on the entire planet. A large percentage of uneducated men are employed by the various mining companies. Despite the huge profits the companies make, they still treat their workers like slaves and pay them unfair wages. Most of the men working in this trade have had past records with the law. Mostly drug addictions, violence, and theft. For the most part, the men that work here do so becuase no one else will employ them. The mines would hire almost any degenerate that could pick up a shovel…
2000 feet below earth.
The Pepper mine workers are divided into teams, each team works on a certain level of the earths core. Since pepper is such a minute material the workers are required to wear special goggles with magnifying capabilities. Face masks are also worn. The masks are used to prevent any worker to get a free sniff of pepper. A free lunch as it were.
Each team of pepper miners has a leader. Earl happens to be the leader of this such crew.
Klink, krank, klunk, the pepper tools sang. Songs of pain, sorrow, and anger rang from the clangs.The tools songs reflected the tortured souls of the workers wielding them. Slowly grinding down particle at a time after each swing of the axe. Each fragment of rock separated from its core, wore a salt sized hole in their tired souls…..
cum shots and circus freaks.
who the hell was zorba the greek?
drunk in daytime
i have dropped off the face of worth
fell 200 hundred stories
without a single paper cut.
set up a tent in my living room
getting prepared for the collapse
life would be better if we all lived in huts.
trying to sell art is like
giving a rock a blood transfusion
a thousand words all competing for real estate in my head
a thousand sounds from ideas dying
and left for dead
rotting and farting
their last gasps
in my overripe
jizz shots hang like icicle cave stalactites
in the mildew nights.
Found this weird story in one of my many notebooks while time traveling today. Like most of my stories it was written in a child like manic scribble as though I was being forced to write it while being chased by some axe wielding pervert. Perhaps I was , who knows.
Gordo owned the “Raino” happy drink company. His brother Dildo owned the “Draino” sewage unclogger company. The designer that worked for both Raino and Draino screwed up the letters on the Raino bottle one day. “Draino” was selling much better than “Raino” . One night when Mr.Raino felt defeated by the Draino empire, he said “What use is it to live in a world where people would rather buy toxic toilet unclogger than a drink that makes you happy!” He then decided to end it all, drinking what he thought was his opponents toxic toilet product to off himself. Turned out Gordo just drank his own product because of the spelling mistake. He felt great, he accepted defeat, figuring this was a sign and mistakenly began promoting Draino to the world to drink. However it was just the one batch of Drainos that where spelled wrong and he was responsible for killing half the planet. He is still locked up to this day, very confused and thirsty.
Figured you could just waltz in and read my weird little story scott free hey, well perhaps this little guilt button will change that! ha.
I wonder who Sylvia is, or was it Salvia? Did I some how inadvertently create the the Game of thrones TV show by eating the Gimsen weed and salvia?
i am sure of it
for what strange purpose
i have no clue.
who would invent such sickness
a purposeless purpose
of perpetual perversity,
did i do this?
at least he’s honest
with his narcissist.
the constant time waster.
holographic time warp masturbator
the great human elevator
glued to a moose
on the loose
searching for the meaning
filed under “q” for query
the filing cabinets are stored on the barge
floating at large
in the ink jet waters
you can purchase a signed 8.5×11 print of “ file under Q” for $24.00
please help feed the weirdness 🙂
helpfull she walks towards us,
she opens the door for her
she wears lipstick on its face and sticks it to you
like some kind of human lipstick glue.
she is drastically out of pitch and requires some fine tuning
do you have an eye for music?
you are probably one of those people who says defrost
i am at the top of the world
i said to her
while looking down at the floor.
she asks if i have the time
this is the good time
let it spin.
from a nervous chin.
half of the time is spent looking for the pen,
and the rest is for searching for the paper.
well they just write themselves.
isn’t there a shirt in this world that fits.
they all seem to itch
and have some weird static cling.
searching for my self in movies and history books
i think i ran in to him yesterday,
or was that me?
tuna and cat fish have devoured my apartment
what is this beast,
and when will it truly be released.
its more confused every day
and that’s why
i build my web
a mish mash of perversities, and organic space trash
a note floating down from zardac 2
a planet made up of
granite, and soiled mattresses.
awake in this rape, to face the day
held together by eternal super glue.
you can purchase a signed 8.5×11 print of “eternal super glue“ for$24.00
some humanity, please?
some sort of subterranean human dipped in an atmosphere bath
consisting equal parts chlorine
and upholstery cleaner
you know that breed of human
the ones with that fresh car scent
they will wrap a plastic bag inside another plastic bag
ask for another
just for good measure
cant escape the mind rape
being nice just doesn’t cut the ham any more
we need another
too carve this sick life
biting my lip
and squeezing its tits,
shove some fingers in the holes
try and get this sick job over with
sleeves rolled up
up to my elbows
feel like a porn star plumber
some sort of pity fuck
have no choice
“here is my bizniss card”
stick it in the hole!