Sunday 25 January 2009

baby snoopy

Pause strut fee yes.

Early nineties.
Fascinating repeatedly fascinating. (insert visual here)

Irritating projects left undone. The polar bear opposites of
tormented self-doubt and endless self-aggrandizement.
Kick the cold toenails in worry.
Run the thread through a mask's failure.
Reserve impending failure in premonition of
a first institutional carnal toon self portrait.

While the microwave overheats bread,
your make makes conceptual sloppy.

Emotional, human foamy smiles.
So far out on this fool circle tradition ... again.
Ironic became sincere.

Oh! Happy victim!
Myan[sic] charade & peering figures mid-paranoid shadow time. Excuses for A.D.D.
Be a sucker. Something wise guy cautious.
Taboo of the Radical soul-whiffle ball wap history book.
Memories.Someone else's.
Baring quarrel longing's stream of who is failing- it stinks in the past.
New styles. Dabbler’s input click it or contradiction's odyssey.

Become.
Performance of the authentic. Who uses authenticity as cleverness?
Subject is idiots and art are idiocy's absurdity aping clown allegory,this is known.
Role failure. The grandiose masquerade of the self is real.

I'm a baby snoopy.
I'm a baby snoopy,more of a roller coaster
tentacle.
Come bear, snow to sink.
Tear knee buy,no. Sing bird.
In drywall horse tourniquets
and old inside ears ghost zone foes.
Air titan coo,coming to wars you to
tip toe verb bodies of black ants
in jaguars.
Encapsulated human ache.
The center of hugged conceivability
praises the quagmire of lilting
icey catwalks. Inked electric issues
in a sarcastic grey sky, they stumble trumpets,
a hurricane of geometric symbols.
Blessing self deafening lessons
shuffles vaguely,to dash and land
on sun-bleached horns.
To cabins at the bottom of a lake.
A cartoon puddle spreading stump.

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