The Mindless Innovations of Set: A Survival Guide to Seduction

The Mindless Innovations of Set: A Survival Guide to Seduction

What ensues is the horrific drama of a man who believes in separation. Spare the rot, spoil the child. He sees the way people talk and says “time after weary time.” Oh, Set. You silly god. Why do you go around acting like superthread. You’re embarrassing us.

Making Love to Myself

It's been a wonderful night

Revelrous and reflective

You saw me through it

Thank you

But the purple waves

Of your blood recede

And it's like the room

Empty after a party.

Thank you for melting

Cheese on toast and

Putting chocolate almonds on

You incurable genius

We spend every last

Fuse and spark in our bones

Just getting our body home

And as we lay, the colors

Of my pulsing blood

Flow into you.

Coil

I wonder if to prevent further liquid planebombings they’ll have to drain our blood before we board.

When rehydrated

Lookin’ like a god damn microwaved dinner of yourself.

Misanthrope

Nothing is more disgusting than humans

He surmised at the door there is nothing more

Than to leave these bodies and Earth’s shores.

Such a noble ride into the blue mist,

To get humans on this mighty steed,

It’s simple, tip their suicidal scales

It started my life’s truly epic tale:

“Learn to split the atom for your defense

There is no hole in the sky

Medicine’s a threat to freedom,

and the #1 rule: don’t ask why.

Research is our only savior

Don’t search for answers in your mind”

Cause this damn race

Ain’t worth saving

I can’t wait ‘till

It’s our time.

“There’s a grace in the slash of a saber

Cause to bear arms is true life

And it’s all in the hands of the savior”

I really hope that it’s our time.

But despite the dark wisdom I gave Earth

People finally opened their brilliant minds

And the power that came out stretched their time

There is torment in this fat-chance rebirth

And I’m bursting in the filtered sunlight

When wisdom and kindness kill the blight.

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The different badass writing

Lightning a castle of assailants

Right world, L'Optimisme

Where everyone says fuivre

(Just for the hell of it)

Write pills, against my inhibitions,

Write scarrulous snorfings

The sorcellings between the

transmorphings

of your love's words and

your things

Are beyond grasp.

Grass growth, the hair of

Sprite don't touch, prepare

For her to tear you as a cancer

Spirulina cavorting dancer

Damned 3.7 m underground our love

Tenacious flicker spirit

Laughing against that howling wind so as to

exhale

Free Fried Viper at the County Fair

Oh stingai

Ohh no hemma shai

Oh tringahai

Oh

Ees nangay

Er tricken rifdafai

Ees tombai

Il est tombè

Il est tombè

Ser rocka nochi is tambage

Ish tam roombi noona dai.

Ser rimben acha kates

In dombeesh moch sha dai yay

Moch, Ooch, Nees, Nes dai

Moch, Moch, Oeurf, Oeuf, Hi

Limbach khshein

Erkhfreis Geisen

Goozler Gozzling

Gossling, fly

Weich moch nesser

Weich mein shnessel

Shrai

Om membe hoomba

Gonna shai

Eternity of Oblivion Swelling in Entropic Jazz

Thou squishyest pud of the mortal time

Thou veinest worn athlete of my lark

No rolls in the depths, no strolls in the park

I no longer hold this messy mess mine

When will bliss stop, this surfeit of boat-limes?

There must be a way we long steer this ark

Must we mine salt from the bones of a shark?

She were madness alone who birthed our times.

Freedom is on the rise in my pants now.

The cell that enwinged the poet keeps me.

Testosterone flows loosely in these veins.

Tantra's circle is a way fuck Dao

Illusion is kept as long as I see

And what went to the sheets flows to my brains.

I Hate You

Yes, you.

Don't look away.

Don't laugh.

Don't imagine my feelings are diffused amongst the group.

Don't reflect.

Don't project.

Don't look at me with slanty eyes like I'm confused.

I hate you.

Personally.

The other day I was in the street

Hearkening to a wonderous beak

Hearkening to a trundlesome peep

Flying above to roost in a tree.

I stopped in my place and continued to peak

Marvelous birds in a marvelous stream

Washing the sky and washing my ee

Migrating south for the sun and iced tea.

Regardless. You were

Sitting in your room

Doing homework or texting friends

You might have even seen the birds

And just walked by to do your duties

Not tilting your head skywards.

There is a world

Other than yours

It is so much more

Burrowed Tail

I was pretty pissed when Obama announced the invasion of Iran in 2010.

It was even worse when they shot me through the face at the airport.

Curls whirling, singed to the conveyor belt

Slight melatonin dashed on my backpack

Empty belly leaking nothing but air

Thank God!

Wingéd Serpent, Ascendeth to Heaven. There to Find the Necropolis!

Little girl is on the counsel

So bereft of soul

She stares about the world

Stuffed into a mould

Don’t break out

It’s only a soul.

You’re gonna be

Dead soon anyway.

Don’t run to the lake with me,

Or swim with ducks, or be free

You’re a nominal fee

To pay off eventuality.

I’m going to the magnolia

With a pregnant belly in its trunk

Just worry how you’ll bunk

Just worry how you’ll feed.

It’s nothing at all

Just the disintegration

The rotation of every mirror

OR

There really is no space in my palm

To hold the grips of a bicycle

Not as if I’d stay on very long

I would cut my brain into two.

There’s no more

Space for

Any way to move by will

There’d be gorepour

To sate the thirst of mountainburst

Names for your children

For calm children:

Eckbaud Griss

Tringle Bach

Sin Dale

Groch Kub

For moderate children:

Squeezeneeze Trundle

Hooftgreck Hibein

Grishnauft Erjab

Whoreass Roofie

For angry trollops:

Quisquadet Renglefeeze

Shnedlegreiss Gringlesnout

Timothy Lamerick

Jirckdenfuzz Snuffdeejizz

I was Downing all the Tremmlingbinge

Wishing to submit scores more to me

There's something small but its voice really stings

From outside this body could it be?

I can't reach out to grasp a wave that sings.

The slow slipping out of sliver of hair

Pondering of all the beauty she could speak

Trembling breathlessly guiltfully there

Wondering, willing to open a spleak

I've been pushing, merely flowing, so mere

Blood was gripping, trying people, try life

The end of all this ceaseless, styrogears

Snap and crush into a slant clockwork white

And I feel like an expanding dino

Wondering where the spongy tips dare to go

On my Peculiar Under-Qualification for Writing This

Date-rape is eating with our molars.

Closeness is meat.

Incisors spilled.

Lord, take this face of vacuum, this hair grown that peace and art may grow among men, mere word trying to be made man, and turn it to a face of flesh. A face fresh-shaven? It doesn't follow. Then turn these Puritanical minds and back into the minds so passionate, so at one with their bodies, that scared us into Puritanism. To be honest, Lord, Christ's resurrection isn't cutting it without a follow-up through Pan's resurrection. The cross is long, it is hard, and it could do the job, but no one wants it to.

Invocation of the Fork

I think narrative is the biggest lie ever.

That another mind will ever relive you

Is absolutely absurd in my eyes.

Example: "For about the past 6 years I have seen energy in or on or around people or in a blood sample taken of me. A woman told me I was sensitive to chi. I looked it up for a paper I was doing on Riddley Walker and there was a poem describing it as akin to the steam coming off of boiled rice. I guess you could say that about what I saw, but it was partially not even vision. It had location like vision but there was no color or anything. Just . . . energy. Anyway, it was dancing there around my best friend and my teacher like bonfires."

The problem with it for me is that

Narrative assumes unified realities

And ours, by far, outlie.

Are you with me, reading my breath?

Then I can tell you my best friend's death was

My best friend's death

All pain jizzing out like a posthumous

Conception of the rending of flesh

Emptying my skull in rigorous unbirth

Slapstick pt. 2

Every cell

Like living a new body

Every thought

Like existence fulfilled

Every movement is like ten thousand orgasms

It feels as if I'm crossing impossible caverns

With every look that comes into my eyeballs

Music pours out

as my soul bleeding

to the floor of your car

My bones

Quake as

Electricity pulses into soulblood and

I just wanted enlightenment.

Nuzz Deep

Soloing sweet tremutones

Fingering pink fleshynose

Gray and green winds so old

Let the life breathe to your core

Things started to vibrate all in their subatoms

When that silly old species really started to play

Venom: For your Death Out the Door

I haven't guzzled this much fuzz in years. The lines, the tiny patterns brush my heart. Slant across the room, crooked angle on a gorgeous woman. My body engines heat. The body engines around me hum. Everyone here is existing and present.

Little tissues in my body writhe and sigh by the mead's touch, dribbling angularly at irregular intersection from beauty to reality. I see a man describing emotions and singing none. Thrilling none. I need emotion voice. I ask, "Can we go there"? My requests, desires, drip out for all to see. To all spirit seeing puncture the thin veneer and see spirit spirit squeeze sliding and instinctually reach for their umbrellas.