keith birthday has norwegian arms

it’s such a shame that when we meet how we’re no longer strangers or independent selves.

I just want to be a ball
that means dying

not really

I just want to be a thing
that is treated
as a thing
and/or like
other things

I just want forty-six thousand pieces of sushi
to enter my mouth with considerable force
and be a spectacle at the sushi bar
the guy with the sushi flying in his mouth
at considerable rates of speed
and everybody looks and reacts like; 
‘oh what a weirdo with all that sushi’
or others
saying things like ‘I wish I was that guy
with all the sushi’. 

& I am
feeling a lil weird
cause
you tell me to go away

but normally

I’m supposed to be
not so far.

or something. 

I Looked at an Obese Couple on Facebook Today

sometimes I imagine obese people having sex
and I think of the sweat/smell
those thoughts are manageable.

then I think of the sounds.
slap slap slap
slap slap slap slap slap
obese sex sounds,
moist flesh and sweat and friction
I think of these sounds and I cringe a lot.

wonder if a physicist could replicate those sounds in a lab
would probably need some sample data
have to watch a lot of obese porn, etc 
make sure he has the correct surface tension of
obese human flesh.

build a machine using a lot of pig skin or latex
stretched over mechanical fuck pistons
mechanically obese fucking pistons
spray on a lubricant with the viscosity of human sweat
make the machines fuck. record data etc. 

feel like research dollars are wasted on worse things
like missiles and other stuff like that
feel like knowing more about obese copulation
is better than blowing ppl up.

even if the study doesn’t ‘advance science’
although it obviously will
i bet a video of a mechanical obese fucking machine
would get 1,000,000+ views on youtube
200 tweets/second, have 5,000 followers
would be used on the next bjork record.

I’m not a lake
or a river that freezes over

So I’ll never break
beneath your shoes. 

I was riding my bike to work and saw
a kitty in the street
and I thought it had food
but it was
just its brain squished out
by a bus
or other large vehicle

and I turned my head and said ‘ew’ 

I don’t want to be just another resource sucker
Think it’s kinda funny that we’re of a dying breed.
I’m not ready to die, but I’m sure my days are numbered
It’s such a silly concept to be the one who needs. 

It’s possible the rapture happened yesterday

Walking past a bus of Carmen sandiegos I realize I have misplaced my wallet and in it are some things that I should not be attached to

I wait to be unnaturally pushed I am bussed from one pusher to another. I identify with a screaming child. I identify with a dancing child. I do not identify with the flashing lights of a child’s toy. The child may/may not agree.

Three airports one day thirteen hours and only two where I feel nervous. Three hours in queue awaiting documents and/or stamps.

Gated embassy digs like menifee
Like a tahoe lodge
Like purgatory
Like ______.

I am the bearer of too many wings/I am the bearer of too much flesh

Subcutaneous fat clouds

feel vascular
I am a heart beat or hemoglobic donut
I am unnaturally pushed
self important with thoughts like
‘probability is in my favor or something’

react with fear
as it pitches and/or rolls
‘physics still work at an angle’
later I will regain my confidence
acting/lashing out

look at that obese family
they are probably going to mcdonalds
what is their consumption rate of big macs
per capita per day/year?

today a massive polluter
tomorrow back on a bike

I laugh cause that family returns with big macs
if they try to sit next to me I will complain:
‘but they are obese, I can smell their fat/neglect’

‘they are everyone’s healthcare costs’
‘they are the tea party’
‘they are a diet of corn’

‘they are a massive waste of resources’
I will continue yelling until they drag me off and throw me on the Tarmac.
and each obese male will get 1.5 seats
each obese belly digests 2 big macs

subcutaneous fat bodies
additional unnatural pushers
turn secret sauce into additional fat cells

I will be the Tarmac walker demanding equality
or I will be the fat boy crying
cause that other kid beat me up and took my big mac

I may/may not be the silent hypocrite
I am an abandoned big mac storage facility
the correct size but big mac-free.

I am the voice over the speaker who judges you when you order those six big macs
I am sad cause I think I look like you but never touched a big mac
I am jealous that I did not get to be very responsible for my appearance
I am afraid for my life, that our combined obesity will cause us to sink into the hard hard colon beneath those subcutaneous fat clouds.

I am happier on the tarmac
I am unnaturally pushed