Stuff from my Twitter:

I am a gentleman's son, and deserve the big gravy boat (retweeted)

I never smile because my skeleton is private (retweeted)

Its one of those too weird, too mean, just too much to be loved days.

Slicing a mango has everything to do with knowing the shape of the seed inside.

hard water hair hell

reminding you to bath this week, its important if you want more hugs (retweeted)

I'm the little old lady of the zodiac.

Nothing is more suspicious than the orphan #lyotard #postmodernfables

The word flimflam in a sentence.

Lascivious artist home with fond Keith Haring drawings of the children next to beautiful pointillist bondage drawings.

Damn Boy (its a desire thing)

Poets don't write criticism anymore, that was a 60's thing (retweeted)

Barstow is a shithole #lowwhistle

El Cosmico sends hellos

with comical foliage and

eyes as a gash in the sky

The sun or now

the gnashing Milky Way

the sky is bigger than I remember

Oh, you casual panopticon, you.

Notes of a traveling spinster aunt

the moon smiles quietly

everything can wait to wax

let's watch, no rush

That moon time-lapsed 

scrambles legs and eclipses

the ruddy suns winking 

#sex #sex

smell babyshit

tweet ladypoems

I constantly have to stop myself from making menstrual blood painting jokes.

Sun, Sun, timid sun

rosy sore throat daggered
willow leaves little children 

run on morning mind to Texas

My feelings sink like standing on fishes #cytwombly

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