[image by christa beverlin]skip.4 [february 2005]
[image by christa beverlin]
bryce beverlin II : spam-scab 132.189.76.10
nick prahl : god, truck, poochie yum yum
christa beverlin : it's gotta-be about something?
bryce beverlin II
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nick prahl
I voted for god.
My massive vehicle supports our troops too.
Find me on friendster.
Onward christian soldiers
rian welshinger
I can’t erupt volcanoes between
birth measurements and edible underwear you gave me.
I need the tornado sunglasses I found in the deep end of the community center
pool right next to the log of shit please.
tell me all of this will explode sooner before later alligator.
my pet pancakes opened the closet again and the tv is still taking a shit just
like the day before next year
I think it was Saturday 1843 when I bought the lederhosen from the homeless
king next to the bowflex aisle I think it was number dartboard ambassador.
plenty of twinkies stored in jars of helium clay but you wouldn’t understand
the rhetoric of dynamic processing paintings of Mario van peebles I bought at
the garage sale in the basement with the hidden passage to the garage.
I called myself on the phone and the lady said I was swimming in a tree so please
send me a fax machine because I’m hungry as fuck.
the time is now my football spleen is shrinking like a pornographic calculus
textbook.
it aroused the left side of my face right before it shattered to the ground
like a tennis square puck
game over
chase korte
Someday, life will end!
Everything to be done
Till then.
Nothing doesn’t matter
After all.
So, enjoy the soup.
eileen grace
great scott this city is a whirl
smoke everywhere
out of smokestacks, windpipes,
exhausts and exhausted of all kinds
i think i'm spinning
in a stairwell, by myself it's quiet.
i can make it quiet.
quiet!
quiet. . .
and the smoke curls, slyly, through a napkin unsmelt
cars are better places, but take more time, more money.
filling up with smoke we are
breath by breath in this down
town
It’s gotta-be about something?
christa beverlin
Hi shirplees.
Member when I contracted herpes
From your salmon leaves;
It’s only a 10 day disease.
I loved the Dr. Chin Ping, message about splinter and glass
elbows
disheveled.
Bing-cherry has been hairy lately,
compression doesn’t make sober land fun.
I had a hand in brambles and ramps.
Think about shotguns.
Don’t call anyone.
Melting and don’t know where the mad hatter
Left the boys sinking in mercury skies,
Turkish guys were like, hey wha happen to your smile?
I try to say, it was the salmon leaves that made me ill.