march 18 in poetry

John Jacob Barbenheimerschmidt, that name is my name too, whenever I go out, the people all will shout “THERE GOES JOHN JACOB BARBENHEIMERSCHMIDT, NA NA NA NA NA NA NA!”

If a poorly-formed ersatz calzone only likes you as a friend, you’ve been P’zoned.

On the one hand, there’s a lot of good things you can say about Gonzo the Great. On the other hand, he fucks chickens because he can’t fuck pigs. Swings and roundabouts, I guess.

Sometimes I feel like a storm chaser, except for people and words.

Kinda want to write an answer to “Sound of Freedom” called “Jesus Christ’s Amazing Time Machine” where He comes to the future, sees how awful and antithetical to His teachings most of His followers are now, and that’s why He accepts crucifixion, because He is so ashamed of it.

UNCOMFORTABLE TRUTH: Cherry tomatoes are basically little rubber balls full of snot.

As weird and incomprehensible as is the foot fetish, I’ll grant that they’re not as messed up as the armpit fetish people or “The Pit Crew” as I have just decided they must call themselves.

A kids-bop goth band called Bouncehaus.