I wish you were my cousin, so I would be forced to hang out with you (best compliment I've received) poetry and art at http://murooned.tumblr.com/
The squid tasted better after the bombs,
With a hint of the first patented fertilizer.
Stop complaining! Ghosts are the real paparazzi,
And they wonder what you did to eat silkworms every day.
You could get into those tiny sandwiches,
Or lift tons of metal, get into physics,
Collect candy dispensers while considering
How to get a steak knife through your chest.
Nobody was left at the end of the chrome.
Marie Antoinette sorting through a collection of fleas …
Everybody was clamoring to get some huckleberry pie.
Muammar Gaddafi withering on a deserted beach …