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grodie jodie

liked to smoke peyote.
she was a mean old loadie
watching the Hills with Brodey.

[ jigsaw - 9 Feb 2008 11:32 ]

Re: grodie jodie

she bloated as she choked beer down throat
floated hope atop closed roads
and grounded her aspirations with rope
twining in circles encircling hurdles and gurgling
verbal surgery, nerves herding fervent chem caravans from brain stem
leering at timothy leary's words hearing "tommy is dead" repeating echos from the get-go in her head,
twisting the sprockets, calm and focused on the landscape,
obviously chocolate hills and marzipan-wrought doddering windmills -
f**k pills. the still life began to move
and found traction treading up out of the ruts in jodie's groove,
proving a massive collapse of all she wrote in her gray matter atlas,
peyote: jodie's head exploded.
god bless the cactus.

[ 4_.phrantek._4 - 11 Feb 2008 14:50 ]

Re: grodie jodie

brodee i dont apolgize for being naturally grodee
Im jus fryed from eating orange peels that were extremely moldee
i thank jigsaw for exchanging me for cactus fungii for a bag peyote
i felt lost and empty in my mini teepee...

Re: grodie jodie

then shimmy up my pee-pee to the top,
pop the flap and jump back
mohican adventure for anglican westerners
f**k that,
jodie's hulled and gutted
the psycho-logic rebutted the flustered optic
the grodie one clutched her peyote button and dropped it,
like a good habit promise after the last
ano nuevo flesh grab sans condom
mother earth cracked her mouth open and yawned
and the mescaline was gone,
just as the sun rose purple and gurgled on