tree daze resinlungs

a resin ball the size of yr hed
use this to wash this down yr throats,
them, we, far away us, in another time
frame by frame
unpeel my eyes
it is dark here, three daze
slowly reachin fer my gun
a stolen cowbody, piece by piece
it is noon,
it is 7am,
it is sunday, see the priest collar, was that todaze?
the grocery store has giant cactus leaves, swarming cans, ugleefish,
a message from japan-
my hed a wad of grease
the ghost has entered
we are falling down here
there is onlee so long aloan in da win d no men mannequins floorboards surge-
somewhere in the tv fuzz there is a war on, forget who one, sum won-
red floors, resinlungfish
noroof, quiet winter winner, a big crack, a cockroach crawls up my sleeping pussy, i dream a lot of things and forget them,
they were very important, i am floating in my hed too, we are standing in the mirror on the mountain against the lake in the
doorframe, the flowers are red and far away-
i pull it out of the glass,
roll it in my fingers,
set it on fire.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0kEBrzS6LU
http://www.angelfire.com/hi/littleprince/chapter13.html

Joker

you think I'm crazy-
have you gotten a load of Gotham lately?
if you ask me, all this
Law and Order jazz
is positively-
batty!
Ha HA!

let me tell you something-
one roller coaster ride
will make the best man mad
i'll show ya- anyone can lose it
it's so easy, just a little push
off a high roof
with no bathooks to save you
and you're teetering wildly down the spiral
whoospys-

aw don't take it so hard
why bother with reality?
it's so much more fun to create your own universe!

if I must have a past,
I prefer multiple choice-
maybe a bullet hood painting the world red
a chemical spill
a painted grin
tainted lipstick smear
stitchmouth-

the grin carved on my face
by a pack of roving gypsys
NO! my daddy cut it in a fit of rage
NO! i carved it myself
maybe there are no scars at all-
maybe I just have a positive, healthy outlook on life!

my bad daddy,
my lost wife,
my childhood boneyard-
can't you see it's all one big joke?

i been dead once or twice-
hell, I'm dying all the time!
shot, crushed, dropped off cliffs, exploded
I always rise from the ashes, shake out the bullets,
apply a fresh coat of paint

don't know how many i've killed
it's not personal
i don't keep count
but it's nice to know you are!

why do i do it?
why,
I do it
because it's fun!

you know, the simple pleasures-
a flash toy, a joyknife, a smilegas!
the twist of the blade that makes their eyes roll-
i love the feel of chemicals corroding my bone white fingertips,
the smell of burning flesh-

I'm a whiz at putting gadgets together
wonderful toys, long guns that go BANG!, a bomb-in-the-box, poison balloons,
copyrighted smiley fish, the Jokermobile, snap gas fingers, exploding birthday cakes,
funhouse mirrors, the classic pie-in-the-face
ten gallon drums of gasoline, sticks of dynamite,
and my very own trademark Smilex Gas!
wrap it up with a bow,
my present to the citzens of Gotham!

it's not about the money-
everything burns!
it's my side of the spiral,
it all burns, everything burns,
and when the chips are down,
those dogs will eat each other.
did they think they were gonna live forever?
at least they can go out with a smile on their faces!

Oh-
make em laugh!
make em laugh!
it's a gas!
it's a blast!
it's a bat-

old batty?
yeesh, don't get me started on that nit-
the truth is is, I don't know what I'd do without him-
I love the way he throws me up against a wall
ooh, gets me all tingly-
and you know, he's the only one who really gets my jokes.
I just wish he wouldn't always go spoiling my fun!

he really should just kill me, you know,
but he can't!
it's so precious-
I think he really cares!

you think I mind my little stints in Arkham?
they love me here!
it gives me a chance to relax,
meet some new people,
plan a new scheme-
but I gotta say, I hate these drab uniforms,
say, couldn't we get some color in here? maybe a nice purple?
could I at least get a little lipstick?
Beauty like mine shouldnt be kept under glass-
my albino skin glows under florescent bulbs
I shake white gloved fingers down thru green tangles
a beautiful mess
draped in purple velvet
and strapped with colorful bombs-

it's all a big joke
and i am always smiling
and why shouldn't i?

i have so many wonderful friends
in so many wonderful, tiny little pieces
in so many high places!
i don't know what it is-
they're just drawn to me
it must be my sparkling personality

they'll do anything i tell them to
because they know

I rule this city

I am the Lord of Chaos
the Clown Prince of Theives
arsonist, anarchist, toppin the Most Wanted List
a homicidal artist, Gotham's finest!
see, I shake up people's boring little lives-
it's a blast!
I always leave em with a grin
I love to hear them scream
almost as much as I love to hear myself laugh.
HA HA ha HA
ha Ha HA hA HA
Ha HA HA HA

yr a mean one, mister grinch (freeishwrite xmas)

no squares three days
this tea wont take the rust out my throat
on parole
a big blizzard
i am wearing lipstick
and a suit
like a killer
in church, i am raising my harm
to bless the plastic baby dollar
he said three years in germany,
with time off for good behavior,
hope no empty mailbox
a bad trip
we live this way
she makes money
she is not a drunk
it must be okay
i wonder why they are still entangled
i will see her strapped up by her
and then i drew a rope down from the
why don't we make sum more things
to complicate simplify fancify yr life
for paper paper paper munnies
does batman ever beat up cops for harassing young dark kids?
the voices you can hear that i can't,
what do they tell you?
maybe you're not mad, maybe you just don't fit
just didnt want the china,
wanted to taste the sweater
and the paint
no bad trip
they said you were beautiful
should slit yr throat
and that's okay too-
sometimes we shouldnt let these things matter so much
every day, with the rituals,
cross yourself, shaker salt, it will keep you safe,
lighta cig, gotta keep my hed on straight-
it's hey, sit at your place
you belong to the united states
try leaving- where are you gonna go
where someone doesnt claim yr body
with an army to boot you
in face
dont worry,
if you buy it it will make her happy
so shiny shiny
they are falling out of windows somewhere
hanging by their ties
from all the tree stars
all
lit up
like christmas

nobody knows anything except

when you're high and sleep deprived
or the sweats pouring out of you
the rocks crumblin in the fire and the smoke
going up your lungs
mother mitochondria feasting on fish flesh
each foot hitting the sidewalk square in perfect unison
tramptramptramp
like people in boxes
rattling over trees
laid out against yr backbone
a fire lays itself out against the sky
every time the earth turns
you find a map on the ground and follow it
to a cave that smells familiar each time it tides
the moon howls into your throat and the trains
sing the blues, you go out and shoot
yrself something to eat,
someone is sitting in a shed somewhere making bullets,
the old man sold his soul to the devil
for better fingers,
lost hats hung kittens from lampposts
the brown blocks peel off and you can see the spray paint peeling under
the sidewalk where the swamp was, the glow paint marks
the end of the electric where they stole the lightnin bolts outta the sky
it's all greek unless it's from somewhere else, some other planet,
there is at least one human on earth who doesnt know about us yet
and in dreams we are always chasing each other through doors
in and out of our minds and bodies.

Annabelle Echo's notes in the lab

one nite at carl's with carl

he heals thru prayer
all nite sinkin that rotgut whine
fuck, that dog will tear yr face off
the bugdog and the dogshark were sober
yr gaurdian enemy
we all at once walked her home
and stood in the echo stones
the waves breaking against the rock
we told stories in our circles
take this all of you and smak from it
whats it called? a big ass wooden piano- a marimba -
she's got one in her basement
a dusty guitar with old strings
she brought the brandi
she left the fuck out of that jug of wine for me
its hard to check on the plants
you gotta take this dog, carl, ill get his leash and his bowl
you dont even havta feed him,he's 9 years old,
ill see you in the backyard burying him in the rain screaming
you cannot own this dog
i cant take that dog
its winning and peaceful personality
the dahli llama of dogs
we all have our own way of killing
its embarrassing
hey- you're up
yup, gotta puke
up the conniving spirits
he never cleans up what he spills, and he's always spilling
scientists' things everywhere
i had a dream, i remember-
it was a dream, everything was in boxes
and i was crawling all over them
a factory screw up
my loincloth is a factory screw up

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