Showing posts with label flarf. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flarf. Show all posts

Wednesday, 24 April 2013

SURFBOARDS

I was feeling worried about my FAS daughter 
and went into a greenhouse to buy myself a plant 
(healthier than eating chocolates). I was feeling worried about 
whether or not this was an ectopic. 
I was feeling worried about her and wanted to look. 
I was feeling worried about it, and I asked my friend 
to give me a couple of days to think about it. 
I was feeling worried about my man's healing, 
in fact I was feeling darned anxious. I was feeling worried about the baby, 
Maggie suggested that some acupuncture might be a good idea 
to encourage labour. I was feeling worried about overstepping 
the client/therapist relationship, and I do get bothered 
about doing the wrong thing. I was feeling worried about the whole thing,
but now I've read up a bit about having twins 
and spoken to a few people about having twins. 
I was feeling worried about there can be mistake, 
am I doing perfectly, making everything informational 
and reading with expression? I was feeling worried about 
letting my guard down to a stranger.
I was feeling worried about her 'cause she didn't have
a whole lot of words until quite a bit later
than a lot of other tykes her age, but then she suddenly caught up
and with gusto. I was feeling worried about
my French dictee homework because for whatever reason
tonight I just cannot comprehend half the words
and then I looked up the grading in the syllabus
and homework only counts for 2%. I was feeling worried about
my future or isolated from my friends
I was feeling worried about the jogs. I was feeling worried about
having too many celebrations. I was feeling worried about them.
I was feeling worried about my sister, Finley, so Katy
let me surf the internet to find out how she was.

Tuesday, 23 April 2013

WE KEEP ON PUTTING IT IN

We keep on putting it in their heads hoping some of it will stick.
We keep on putting it in our mouth, saying it out. It comes from the heart.
We keep on putting it in our pocket, it'll bulk up or make us feel messy.
We keep on putting it in uninhabited areas.
We keep on putting it in neutral and reving them with the black smoke.

We keep on

We keep on sinning so that God can.
We keep on rocking is a eurodance.
We keep on waiting, waiting on the world to change.
We keep on sinning so that God can.
We keep on rockin' YouTube.
We keep on Embryo.

We keep on putting it in.
It's hard to beat the system.

BUGGER FUCK SHIT

BUGGER FUCK SHIT
It is with regret that we have had to cancel
the Red Marley Hill climb.

Shit. Bum. Bugger. Bollocks.
Fuck. Tits. Arse.

Shit boogers are found the morning after
you have had your nose in a girl's arse.
When you sneeze or pick your nose
in the morning and find a little piece of poo.

FUCK SHIT BUGGER AND BOLLOCKS
We're all neighbours

I'm not thinking particularly coherently.
Fuck cancer.
Fuck it with a nail studded fence post.

Shit shit bugger shit fuck
fuck fuck shit fuck
so fuck shit bugger shit balls.

Fuck shit wank bugger arse head and hole.

I just had one of Pa's colleagues come to the back door.
Pa's been rushed to hospital with a suspected heart attack.
FUCK IT ALL TO GODDAMNED MOTHERFUCKING HELL!
I got to get in touch with his family.