NYTIMES TUMBLER

"WALL STREET
TUMBLES
ALONG WITH
EUROPE AND
ASIA"

SOUNDS FUN!

SOUNDS LIKE

UNITY!

FINALLY!

I LOVE TUMBLING!

LETS GO!

debbie

"there was a cook. her name was debbie. her name was debbie, and she was a cook. and she was extremely extremely suicidal. she was so suicidal that everyone that worked there, no matter how long they had worked there, had witnessed one of her attempts. she didnt have any teeth but one snaggle tooth hangin down. you could still see it when her mouth was closed. me and my friend used to call her gumball because she would always brag about how she gave the best blowjobs in town, since she had no teeth.

debbie also had a son his name was adam. his name was adam and he was a dishwasher. i started out workin with him. she must've had him when she was like, 16. long forehead. really long forehead. buck teeth. and then like, skinny and scraggely, slouching... like this."

NOTE:

ONLY TRAINHOP
IN COUNTRIES
THAT HAVE FREE
HEALTH CARE.

flattering

"omg. my cuticle is covered in dried blood."

"whose blood this time?"

"oh. i only destroy myself.

but thats flattering."

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refridgerated water

"geez
what a sweetheart.
remember how
excited he was
about that
refridgerated
water?"

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A COOKIE

AHA.
SO THIS IS WHAT
A COOKIE
TASTES LIKE
WITH A COATING
OF
BOTTOM-OF-
MY-PURSE.
HM.
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for right now

the new captain has arrived.

she hooked him, dead or alive,

upon first meeting

she sunk her hook in him

fearless

he could pull her under,

she could suck him dry.

onlookers on the outside

are terrified

but for right now

they're just pulling back & forth

rocking.

for right now.
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ad campaign

"THIS ISN'T CHIPPENDALES!"

i pitch

"OUR BARISTAS DONT WEAR AXE!"

they laugh


"WE DONT HAVE BARISTAS!"


my boss corrects me.
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wierdo

"whats sandy doin out in the yard?"

i ask his wife.

"oh who cares?" she says,

"wierdo."
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illuminaties

"I HEARD
MICHAEL JACKSON
GOT KILLED BY
THE ILLUMINATIES!"
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frustrated

IS IT JUST ME
BEIN FRUSTRATED
OR DOES THIS
BEER
REALLY TASTE LIKE
A COCK
COVERED
IN URIN?
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hand-held devices

"WE WEREN'T

ALLOWED

TO HAVE

ANY

HAND-HELD

DEVICES

OF ANY SORT."

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MIGHT AS WELL

"WELL
I SNORT
ADEROL
WITH
ISSAC,
I MIGHT
AS WELL
DO
ECSTACY
WITH
JIM."
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alone i guess

wake up
they say
no one can be
sensative
and considerate
at all times.
really?
i say.
i felt like i was
doing a good job.
meaning
hurtful truths
must at times
be spoken
out of respect
and grudges
must sometimes
be forgotten.

i practice this.

alone i guess.

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so seriously

she busts into
my house
screamin
"freaky deaky!"
and
"cocain!"
with a soggy bisquit
of a drunken face.
his eyes are so crazy
i think
they might be on blow
and not telling me
so i cash their bowl
and bring them tea
let them play
all my machines
though
i had hoped to have
a restful evening
hoping
my friend
with half a head
would make it
through the night
on life support.

when i say goodnight,
im not bein a good sport.
theyre offended.
like children
who think they run
everything.

"my nerves are shot,
my friends dying--"

i explain

he says,

"i didnt know

you would take it

so seriously."

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how & why

so i make myself pasta alfredo
for breakfast and think
about how and why
im going to tell everyone
in my life
to fuck off,

and go away again.

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as always

one of those nights

where you should've

screamed get the

fuck out of my house

and kicked them out

right away,

but you didnt.

as always.

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darkness

rainstorm woke me up.
worried me.
i got dressed
and found the keys.
watching the
trees flail
i tried to decide whether
or not to go into the basement
in my half awake state
i unplugged everything
and started cleaning
in the dark
the sun wasnt up yet.
it was when i was finished.

i cleaned up the darkness.

list (how i felt about him)

singing bob dylan.


watching amazed as i clean his piece.


telling me things about his life
that are horrifying
in a super calm
logical manner.


giving me this book.


playing me music so amazing
i weep on a happy day.


being the most interesting person
at the party
and not saying anything
the whole time.


the first time we went
to a vitae party
together
and hung out on the washing machines
the entire time


"are we having a situation?"
perfect fill
my first AA panic attack


the way he kissed me
at that coop party
after i bought $10 of weed
off some guy... walking by...

pushed me up against
someone's lonely minivan...

and when we got back to his house
he immediately
fell asleep.


the way he fell asleep
after i told him
how i felt about him.

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i dream

i dream that you'll enter my house
unannounced
and crawl into bed with me
and we'll cuddle for hours
half asleep
not really asleep, but dreaming
find fantastic pathways
through our minds
in the ways our fingers intertwine
i dream that
we will never lie to each other
i dream that
we'll eat food out of
one another's
mouths
somehow
and all the things
i wanna do
with you

wont be gross

or complicated

or consequencial.

when you see him

PSSST.... he looks at me.
it makes me beam.
yeah?
i say i got something to say
to you
he looks at me again.
and i beam
i cant stop it
and i cant say anything
while beaming
so i just extreme-beam him
i shine my face's sun
onto his sunny face.
this is love.
when you cant even say
what youre thinkin
when you dont even know
what you were talkin about
you see him
and beam
and he knows what it means

when you make that face,
when you see him.

the painting i did of you

i look at the painting
i did of you
when we first met
thats been hanging
in my house
almost since then
and my god
i see in it
everything ive just
learned about you
everything i didnt
really get
about my own
painting
becomes clearer
as you near me.

there it is- there-
in that pthalo blue-
the story of how
they kidnapped you
and every tear you
never shed
swims in the smeary
brushstroke
of your oily head

things i didnt "know"
till now
i saw that night
in your face somehow-
if i could jump in a machine
and go back there
to back you up
i would
but
i admire
how you
handled it.
you didnt need
me then
and you dont
need me
now
and it makes me
love you
more
somehow

thunder storm

there are no trees near your house.

touché.

AND THATS WHY

i watch him slide by in slow motion
his face is contorted in frustration
hes leaning over the wheel looking
as far as he can to the left, right
past us, but yeah of course-
why would i be in such a car?
with such a strange old man?
why would i do that?
also i realize hes not looking for me
as i am looking for him,
looking in every car,
looking out every time i hear
someone park in my driveway.

and thats why i saw him
and he didnt see me

i want to scream-

I LOVE YOU!

i want to scream-

IM WAITING

FOR A REAL APOLOGY!