Always A New Hell

Hello, Good morning. And the world gets darker and darker.This phone number is supposedly from Bank of America. Someone tried to rob my bank account yesterday of a large amount of money. They want me to help them catch the culprits. I am not to contact anyone. Not even the bank because they are in on it. OMG. There’s the number 857 1911. Something in front of it. He was Richard Badge #2613. He spoke like lightening and was quite annoyed with my Southern Accent. Wow….What’s next. He told me to definitely not talk to my favorite assistant at the bank. She is probably the Guilty one. —- I think this came from a skimmer at Arabi, Georgia. They had twelve pumps. Only one worked. And we were on zero. We felt lucky to get out of there with gas. And now we have bank robbers on our heels. The old west has nothing on us.

I am leaving this post in this fashion. Left and right. He hooked me. He reeled me. He was annoyed by me. Bank People at Bank of America never get annoyed. They are polite. I wish this young man. The Pentecost. Up his hiney…..A burning flame. From his asshole, to blow straight out of his head.

Like I don’t have enough to do.

OOOOOhhhh Son……you are stinky mister. And something is going to get you. I can feel it.

The Postman

Pablo Neruda was a “postman”. He delivered destiny and dreams.
He was activated
Civil
He could write at night, like me.

Don’t look for me in the mail.
None of y’all, ever.
You’ve chopped my soul and had it for dinner.

I swim in your guts.
I long for you to puke.

This is my destiny.
This is my dreams.

It’s certified.

Long Live the Rabbits

Skinnyboy crimes were exhibition, a horse a car, ammunition. Fire below the waist –
a non-murderous trait. … shoot the horse between the eyes. … let the boat fly-to the sky. Jump the fence, swim the river, you look pretty good wet or dry.

The Skinnyboy has it all. Or does he? Who is he? Victim? Attacker? Avenger? Does it matter? He’s the Skinnyboy.

Long live the rabbits – the creator of his habits. Hopping the trail. A surreal wail of pain. Woven. Sewn. Tied Twisted. Hurled high above his head.
Until he is dead.

Long live the Skinny Boy.