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Aculade (part 1)

Somewhere, Sometime, Out there…….

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…

11:45

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…..

paper cuts

paper cuts

cum shots and circus freaks.

who the hell was zorba the greek?

drunk in daytime

mid week

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

messy business

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

of fruition

in my overripe

head.

jizz shots hang like icicle cave stalactites

glowing phosphorescent

in the mildew nights.

the malfunctioning time machine notes (2)


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.

July 2003

Draino

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.

the malfunctioning time machine notes. (day one)

flipping threw an old book of  my notes i found a page that says “George RR. Martin” “a game of thrones. ” under neath that “Gimsen weed” then a weird drawing of a .. well i have no idea, and then U-Pak-383-8725. the opposite page says “sylvia” with a hard diagonal black line under neath it. I cant help but wonder what i was doing that day? The book is dated Circa 2005 .

 
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?

file under “Q”


file under “q”

i am sure of it
for what strange purpose
i have no clue.
who would invent such sickness
a purposeless purpose
of perpetual perversity,
insanity
and
comedy
did i do this?
mr.narcissist?
at least he’s honest
with his narcissist.

his pen
and
his
paper
mr.feather nester,
the constant time waster.
holographic time warp masturbator
the great human elevator
glued to a moose
on the loose
searching for the meaning
of muse.
close relatives
filed under “q” for query
quintessential
and
qualm.
the filing cabinets are stored on the barge
floating at large
in the ink jet waters
of
memories
lost.

you can purchase a signed 8.5×11 print  of  file under Q” for $24.00

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helpfull


helpful

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.
famous words
from a nervous chin.

eternal super glue


eternal super glue

half of the time is spent looking for the pen,
and the rest is for searching for the paper.
words?
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
broken fingers,
held together by eternal super glue.

you can purchase a signed 8.5×11 print  of  “eternal super glue for$24.00


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