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Hockey nights in Canada

I bet those kids who get on camera dancin or whatever get egged on by their parents to do it and get attention


Cynical, yessir

Enjoy it, yessir

Like my bitchy vitriol and ashy burns

Poke the jerks for personal pleasure

Sticks in marshmallows

Campfire entertainment

Roasted people jumping sparky, like Farquads sore


Cooking Mawmaw


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New potato idea comes to me.

1 Drill hole in middle of large ass potato

2 Stuff with garlic pod or piece

3 Douse with truffle oil

4 Enjoy potato goodness with no idea what truffle oil tastes like


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You ever been down the street

And everyone looks like someone you’ll never meet

Walking a dog on padded feet

Good and bad and in between

And just this scene is news repeat

And just this life is confusing

And mind meets meat just thrashed and beat

And overheated cooks just leave

Much pressure roasting bleating please

These lambs are loud and sheep complacent

Get me out we’re such disposable place cards

This was supposed to go different but old heads rear now

Where a street has no name and neither does product

Walk myself on padded feet

And all I meet just whisper

New meat

Aamer Rahman (Fear of a Brown Planet) – Reverse Racism


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Just people should acknowledge the huge differences and scope of things. Brown n black people can’t ever say anything “out of line” or against light folks right? Their feelings trump all, their lack of ability or freedom to say denigrating words and paint their faces is tragedy personified. They’re dying to be able to say the same slurs as blacks and be a part of an otherness right? They need more understanding and patience and kindness, not the other people who are looked down upon, they’ll be fine, everything is daisies for the minority class. It’s cool to be gay…

where was I?


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And the ADD kick in so I forget how to be charming
Ladies feel to leave
their attention bereft
So I’m left discussing the previous minutes once again
Replays in the mind spouting off
Me one side then other debating that pass over
scripture in my head x’ed out inked over
elder scrolls rolled up for home deliver
best be returning to the hovel
more late night rebuttals
antagonist shuffles
be tired of it one minute then rehash again
reheat a sickly dinner with the plastic wrap melted in
all tastes the same might as well be like the fish and gulls
full o’ that clear gold
stomach lined in squeaking folds
all told there’s probably tons of it in there already
all those cheese slices one step away from cling wrap
coated sacs preserved for prestige
the western delicacy marketed since elementary
colourful coats dance on screens
technicolor vivid colour neon colour staring at me
is the whole world plastic
see through but can’t get to it
seems like we know what’s there but just more screens
distort the image like some fogged glass
no go through it
look but no touch
like junk science no peer view
pier review dive off cold awakening
what’s real
is what it is
every brazen body claiming reality
read the net articles and edited vids and call it truth parity
purity of the naive gives self-esteem boosts
foggy scenes ahead must look clear and pristine
safer that way keep fear at bay
keep the scared internal from lashing out and running to a way
to the questioning people party
analytical reasonables
humble dolts honestly speaking troubles and trifles and spouting stories keeping em comfortable
ain’t my fault is the immis and the govs
it’s the party that’s in charge that didn’t inherit probs
debts backtracks and insolvent ideology
revel in the chaos that traces back to each blurred disparity
sides misunderstood and bogged in paperclip democracy
we all started it several times and went back again
once more into the breach
same mistakes in the loose leafs
loose morals grab the spineless and bothered
busy business people we’ve morphed in to for solace
apple watches keep track of our busy bizy mentality
coordinated tasks and tables times our time in brackets
time for guidelines and graph sheets
mathematical mechanical wastepaper plutocracy controlling unseen and violently
pin em to a board to bored to follow board ordinances
military minded
cut and uniform plastic sheets
In the gut
can’t stomach it

You Done Yet?


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If all you hardies so real with it

Why the game and industry still bereft of reality?

Don’t trust you street thugs pressing passing judgement pursing acrimony on contemporary rapper drones

Every voice stapled to the industry label lambasted labia fuck us all to cunt lastly love loss music lossless

Rhyming diggers spelunking reverence revelry

Dumb little worshippers pass fake shit faceless lies and shiftless truthless

Mean men meander and meaningless manchildren rule us in incoherent ignorant false bliss

Kiss me falsely, gangsta realness not enough to press push past idolatry and indoctrines forcefully in thee

We look listen escape through fantasy and music

Speeches spread falsehoods, fictitious fabricated fallacies full o filler n faulty friendlies

Seller rappers, politicos, polisci’s and lobby hobbyists fill the field, gamut, media arena salesmanship

Real voices last unicorn, rare and fuzzy, fussy, bloody death rugged and ugly

Love this money hungry top of the world dummy fumbling cash cow currency more necessary than true feelings and inked poetry

We falter, fuck up freely, friendly, falsely towards free speech for hopeful futures

And sadness, horror, darkness lives with us effortlessly

Forcefully, friendly fire covers fully

Full of heat and hate that’s just the beat of lower rung existence

Poverty problems powerless under weak pulse society

Blue veins sprout and spread among dead lingering leaves like leaveaned lax leviathan tendrils leeching then losing us folks in political limbos and lower lies that bury us, engulf us rape us hate us

When we done

When you finished pride and pilfering

Plastic men manneq

Filling every spot on media massive, model camera lights showcase


Weapon X graphs Y chromosome


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Gun lovers


Hold pieces

A piece to gun nuts

Substitute nuts

Clock ready steady ammo full and bloody

Manly weapon cover for submen subbing dubbing loving metal gears

Shift, shaft, solid steel graft on boys toys rejoice

Stick to ruffman skin

Toughy obligatory reckless teen murder stings

Like violent orchestras masquerading marauding civil society diminished and falling

Dead men tell talls and swear to black oaths siphoning stealing life from bystander trifling puffers

Punctured lungs, smoking bodies

Death awaiting new customers while shooters line up for the live gallery

Photos, shoot, shot, red rain drops block suffering mothers pleading for safe space lots

Quiet cops complacent, corrupt, cautious of black rage erupt

All we have us limp bodies filling graves



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This inside insect skeeters, swishes
Fly be gone, be taken away
Mosquito twills around, cause anxiety
buzzed sounds surround me, jump tic heads shots teetering madly, looking every which way, madly wildly reviling dark beady buzzard hounding me, atrociously devilishly. Little demons with scabbed wings hovering around, taunting and judging soundly; my punishment for past deeds, evil deeds bring more than guilt.
The mind is guilt, gilded guilt beguiling my rotted sensations taking me further into loathing and hatred and violent endings that beg me for satiation, end that twisted knife, end this vexation of everlasting demonic presence such lashes upon me, in mine head and mind such sadist panoply. Little demons come haunt me in vile, filthy forms and buzz and choke and crawl jittery there and here.

Thither dither and wither heather fair feather friend whether weather or better. Not escaping terror and paranoiac attack these bugs bring forth and froth in/out my body; bugs stick to this, this skin slithers and itches and feels akin to wickedness and sin and ness of the Other kin. Kith kin, kol kiln, kill sin, cull men, inculcate principles to rid of insectal hauntings, wantings of washed airs and clean skin, skin clean fresh new. Nu. Still feel it, they them, knew. Silence now, but more judgement soon. Buzzards come back when I forgot my penance. Guilt is more than beads and sweat.