pocket size Jesus

"who are you my friend hard flesh made for ink who are you throwing your children at me like fists WHY DOES YOU BEAUTY GO it doesn't go it changes a different new beauty a new beauty of reincarnation ..."

"i ask myself "who am i?"   but all i hear is ...silence a sound, a sound it consumes me takes over my life i can't stop it, you cant stop it, its far to late now....   it's already started its ..."

"we walked, for a morning forgoton speaking of nazis and computers in my pockets. the dew was dry as if snuffed out like a flame and we walked we walked to the wall but someone had eaten my friends so ..."

"OOhh shoe! Sweet european lady's,shoe how sinful are you,shoe theres coffee inside you,shoe with rain caressing evey inch of your sweet synthetic blue leather,shoe heal, long, slender, shoe bow, weat..."

"how can you hate with such force all day [every day] this is your life your one and only chance this is my voice this is my life live threw words as if each could be your last to hate ANd only hate....."

"rough>brittle pages word after cluttered word. so many seemingly endless list of ad and---space? plant your name and face all for one and a replica of years before.. for our brotherhood and conformity..."