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The trick is to be  quietly obscene take your time and leisurely rebel against everything let your brain roll around in the tall grass let your mind heat up with wonder let your eyes linger  among the branches and leaves
Srsly, it’s like totally hot
I’ve been watching for revelations in nature collecting mysterious clues I find on walksancient tree blossoms, shadows and acorns
I give them to my wife  she has piles of strange junk she’s going to create a new cosmos Until then I’ll be wandering the suburbs
hissing my dirty come-ons  at manicured lawns wolf whistling in the dark begging the dusk for an encore

The trick is to be
quietly obscene
take your time and leisurely
rebel against everything

let your brain roll around in the tall grass
let your mind heat up with wonder
let your eyes linger
among the branches and leaves

Srsly, it’s like totally hot

I’ve been watching for revelations in nature
collecting mysterious clues I find on walks
ancient tree blossoms, shadows and acorns

I give them to my wife
she has piles of strange junk
she’s going to create a new cosmos
Until then I’ll be wandering the suburbs

hissing my dirty come-ons
at manicured lawns
wolf whistling in the dark
begging the dusk for an encore

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Five for Tuesday (fuck the rules) Everything must go!
1. Feeling down? 40% off on standing ovations.
2. These weekend autumn evenings get me a little intoxicated. Everything blooming with endless disgusting possibility.
3. Your sacred sense of self    What horseshit!     You are no more    or less    than everything.
4. Rewriting old cliches. Time Heals All Wounds = The Roaring Void Eradicates Everything!
5. Having a wild imagination has its drawbacks. For instance I was just fantasizing about having sex with an old grade school teacher, but I turned into my eight year old self and she turned into a china doll that crumbled and broke in my hands. Of course I’m in a big project kickoff meeting at work so I have to hold back my bewildered tears.

Five for Tuesday (fuck the rules) Everything must go!

1. Feeling down? 40% off on standing ovations.

2. These weekend autumn evenings get me a little intoxicated. Everything blooming with endless disgusting possibility.

3. Your sacred sense of self
    What horseshit!
    You are no more
    or less
    than everything.

4. Rewriting old cliches. Time Heals All Wounds = The Roaring Void Eradicates Everything!

5. Having a wild imagination has its drawbacks. For instance I was just fantasizing about having sex with an old grade school teacher, but I turned into my eight year old self and she turned into a china doll that crumbled and broke in my hands. Of course I’m in a big project kickoff meeting at work so I have to hold back my bewildered tears.

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Hey! Yeah sometimes I feel like we should talk more, but I hate prattling on. Srsly. I just kinda feel uncomfortable talking about myself. So I try to kinda look at everyone’s stuff on tumblr. Listen to all of ya and let it coalesces in my mind and respond to it. And when it’s my turn to say something I get self conscious and smash a church organ with a sledgehammer. It’s just my way of saying I love all you terrible humans. And I thought you might enjoy some grand silliness
I’m middle management and work in an office. This is my half assed rebellion. I write because it makes me happy and I enjoy exploring the endless possibility with semantic dead ends. Til it murders itself and is born anew again and again. I like how words can become recipes for a different experience. Cook our perceptions into a different dish. And I like watching people eat. Not really. I don’t know why I wrote that. Maybe I just like the feast of ideas. Eat. Digest. Communion. I DO like people watching. I guess tumblr is like a more intimate version of that.
It is odd that we still all go out in public and eat together, but not like, really eat together. Like maybe with one or three other people. I don’t know what we’re doing in public together most of the time. It’s like some weird prehistoric ritual we haven’t been able to shake. We need to be around each other, but we don’t really interact. We just talk shit about everybody on our phones.
God sure is weird.a net of jewelsmaking fun of itself in a circus mirror
a narcissist with amnesiaalmost rememberinga hilarious dirty joke
maybe that’s what prayer istalking shit about corporeal realityto God (the creator)or the Devil (the destroyer)
or whomever it is you’re in love with (the 3 in 1)
its all aboutyoumeus
this strange threewaythis private orgyfloating in space
So, hello in there. My name is Jade Bos. I’m an Aries. I enjoy a good pie fight.

Hey! Yeah sometimes I feel like we should talk more, but I hate prattling on. Srsly. I just kinda feel uncomfortable talking about myself. So I try to kinda look at everyone’s stuff on tumblr. Listen to all of ya and let it coalesces in my mind and respond to it. And when it’s my turn to say something I get self conscious and smash a church organ with a sledgehammer. It’s just my way of saying I love all you terrible humans. And I thought you might enjoy some grand silliness

I’m middle management and work in an office. This is my half assed rebellion. I write because it makes me happy and I enjoy exploring the endless possibility with semantic dead ends. Til it murders itself and is born anew again and again. I like how words can become recipes for a different experience. Cook our perceptions into a different dish. And I like watching people eat. Not really. I don’t know why I wrote that. Maybe I just like the feast of ideas. Eat. Digest. Communion. I DO like people watching. I guess tumblr is like a more intimate version of that.

It is odd that we still all go out in public and eat together, but not like, really eat together. Like maybe with one or three other people. I don’t know what we’re doing in public together most of the time. It’s like some weird prehistoric ritual we haven’t been able to shake. We need to be around each other, but we don’t really interact. We just talk shit about everybody on our phones.

God sure is weird.
a net of jewels
making fun of itself
in a circus mirror

a narcissist with amnesia
almost remembering
a hilarious dirty joke

maybe that’s what prayer is
talking shit about corporeal reality
to God (the creator)
or the Devil (the destroyer)

or whomever it is you’re in love with (the 3 in 1)

its all about
you
me
us

this strange threeway
this private orgy
floating in space

So, hello in there. My name is Jade Bos. I’m an Aries. I enjoy a good pie fight.

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You are free, yetin charge of nothingyou have the best seat in the housedown frontcenter stage
hey get comfortablebreathewhat comes nextmight be a fabulous deathor the big love scene
usually it’s just anotherlong soliloquy
the rambling one about freedom and lovethe one where you try to keep yourself companywith the idea of an audienceand the dream of an after party

You are free, yet
in charge of nothing
you have the best seat in the house
down front
center stage

hey get comfortable
breathe
what comes next
might be a fabulous death
or the big love scene

usually it’s just another
long soliloquy

the rambling one about freedom and love
the one where you try to keep yourself company
with the idea of an audience
and the dream of an after party

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Grandma has been gone for years, but I still have dreams about her old Victorian house. Its like the final resting place in my dreams because whoever who has died, I always see them there.

Her house was a weird magic place. Maybe because everyone I knew who lived there has now passed on. It could be the skull she kept in the cellar. Grandma snagged it with a fish hook and pulled it out of the Big Sioux River. Just the top part, the skull cap. A darkened brown bowl with one eye hole loop that acted like a strange handle. Some sorta scientist looked at it and said it was a few hundred years old, probably Native American. I don’t know why she kept it. You’da thought the scientist woulda put it in some scientist cabinet with the other lost and found bones. Maybe in with the formaldehyde jars full of strange blooming oddities.

Last night I had this intense deja vu. I was sitting on the toilet and there was this kind of old person medicine cabinet smell. It reminded me of Grandma’s house. I guess I kinda lost myself imagining I was at her house and then, for a few seconds, I actually was.

Grandma hoarsely called out to me. “Ready or not here I come,” she said. Then the bathroom door handle jiggled and I awoke.

Grandma has been gone for years, but I still have dreams about her old Victorian house. Its like the final resting place in my dreams because whoever who has died, I always see them there.

Her house was a weird magic place. Maybe because everyone I knew who lived there has now passed on. It could be the skull she kept in the cellar. Grandma snagged it with a fish hook and pulled it out of the Big Sioux River. Just the top part, the skull cap. A darkened brown bowl with one eye hole loop that acted like a strange handle. Some sorta scientist looked at it and said it was a few hundred years old, probably Native American. I don’t know why she kept it. You’da thought the scientist woulda put it in some scientist cabinet with the other lost and found bones. Maybe in with the formaldehyde jars full of strange blooming oddities.

Last night I had this intense deja vu. I was sitting on the toilet and there was this kind of old person medicine cabinet smell. It reminded me of Grandma’s house. I guess I kinda lost myself imagining I was at her house and then, for a few seconds, I actually was.

Grandma hoarsely called out to me. “Ready or not here I come,” she said. Then the bathroom door handle jiggled and I awoke.

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Good Poetry

Each stanza a pornographic picture of God

a blasphemy a blessing a happy funeral.

How did we become so safe so boring?

Quick! Just enough time to dash off

a secret love note: Fuck everything!

Good Poetry

Each stanza
a pornographic
picture of God

a blasphemy
a blessing
a happy funeral.

How did we become
so safe
so boring?

Quick!
Just enough time
to dash off

a secret love
note:
Fuck everything!

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Vonnegut nudes leaked.

Vonnegut nudes leaked.

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TGIF

TGIF

(Source: johnnythehorse, via apanelofanalysts)

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Buddha’s Labor Day Blowout

Slow growing clarity like a walrus enjoying a lengthy shuddering piss at a breakfast buffet

I need to take you to Disneyland and cook the place down into a sparkly purple pink powder

We can stay wired  on that for 40 days and 40 nightsAnd if we use our punch card the 41st will be free and eternal

Buddha’s Labor Day Blowout

Slow growing clarity
like a walrus enjoying
a lengthy shuddering piss
at a breakfast buffet

I need to take you to Disneyland
and cook the place down
into a sparkly purple
pink powder

We can stay wired 
on that for 40 days
and 40 nights

And if we use our punch card
the 41st will be free
and eternal

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coupdetorchon: Understatement.

coupdetorchon: Understatement.

(Source: vhsdreamz)