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Tag: religion

The streets run wet with piss & Christian charity

Sitting in downtown Renton,
looking out across the street
at a business not yet open,
at its doorway where
keeping out of drizzling rain
are two men and a woman.

She goes in-between two cars,
pulls down her sweatpants a bit,
and squats
to send a stream of steaming piss
into the gutter
to mix with some rainwater.

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There is no end to the last days

Bacon from the back. Bounty for the good bonus. A boudoir, to have a place to pout.

Fear nothing, dreadnought. Nautical noisy nausea. Leave work to go debauch. But if god deems it doomsday, we’ll all be judged.

Doctors are learned people who teach. Old Saxon dipping was dopian, baptizing, then the doop any viscous sauce before one in particular. So some are baptized by water, others by fire, but the dope is the baptism itself, and not everyone comes back up for air.  That’s why the dope fiend droops, and addiction is its own religion.

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Alcoholism is a meritocracy.

The night give up the morning when the birds say.
Dawn is a formality only.
——Non-human persons make sense to me.
——Human non-persons, too.
——An acorn is an oak but not a tree.
——A dolphin neednt thumbs for empathy.
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The wisdom of teeth is only one thing.

Don’t even worry about it.
It sure ain’t worried about you.
—Nah, misery don’t love company.
—Misery love itself only.
Nothing in the universe love or hate you.
It just a busy place & everywhere a
thoroughfare with you standing a-middle.

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Ants & maggots, sun & stars — Several Papers from a Severance

I’m interested, but I
didnt quite understand.
——I like making people
——happy & keeping still.

My girlfriend’s nickname in high school was ‘Fuckzilla.’

But my dental dam
cant stem the tide.

Teigen: For a while
I thought you were
useless, but now
I know.

Have a job that does 
good & have fun
doing it.

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What more do I want?

——I just want somewhere where I can
——go to be religious without being
——spiritual.
Oh no! Bacon wasted by a floor-fall.
——Christ-mass, a whole mess of it.
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Everything the same still is different.

Lost, groping, throwing myself of anyone’s stupid pity to
tell me where is best to go, & when.
——Drinking too much before first flight with US Army
——soldier & infantryman Stephen Hawkins, uniformed & flying to
——Dallas to meet his fiance & family for the holidays tho she is
——newly pregnant & he is newly stationed at Fort Lewis & turned
——on to Candy Crush-ish games by that fiance.
Mother of boy, now engaged to his father, sits with us. She, too, lived in
sin. Her religious parents also will need to get used to it.
——Soldier buys Jagerbombs after Guinness  not available for Irish car bombs.
—— I buy us Maker’s on the rocks to feel less an asshole, but he’s on four
——hours drunk at not yet 1 PM. The bar has been high set.

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The Vital 5 Review – A September drunk

——Stranger things have happened than It’s cute,
——a man ejaculating ants, you know. isn’t it?
If you cut him, he’d bleed money.’ This chemical response.
——I HATE BEING INCONVENIENCED.
Psychedelic mayflies, bursting, soaring, withering,
extinguished.
 Art is an end to itself. Nothing ever ends.
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‘Are you writing a novel?’ / ‘No, it’s more an insipid.’

——What’s done is done. What’s not wont be again.
I’m sore & tired, everything about me is.
I have no desire for ambition.
——I’m not worried about going to work, just going out to work.
The days still feel long, but they disappear quickly. Quicker.

——Every day I suffer the same stupid, boring people. Blink twice if
One day, this’ll all be behind us. That day is tomorrow. you want to die.
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June 2012: I can’t think of much worse than waking up at 30 regretting nothing I’ve done and everything I haven’t.

I’m all along and going with the flow you know, I mean I just keep heading where the sloshing takes me, but it keeps taking to the same goddamned handful of places, and I have to ask, what kind of bullshit is that?

Whoever said we were better off dead didn’t realize there’s no better or worse about being dead. It’s just not being anything.

I mean, ain’t it?

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