Most folks enjoy laughter. They just don’t want it expensed to them. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Most folks profess their love. They forget to mention the conditions for that love though, on account of there being so many. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

You stink. You do. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

These marks. These marks mean something. (these marks are the marks of intelligence.) Intelligence made these marks. It scraped it’s message through the billfolds of their children, the billfolds of them unborn. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

What?! Wasn’t me. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Oh please let my children love. If’n they ain’t loving then please let them live long enough to learn to love living. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Most folks have sad stories. They tell them to them selves every day & some even write ’em on their skin. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

My, how shit does change! You imagine shit changing and changing “them” with it but shit don’t change like that. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Most folks have not been kicked in the nackers. They therefore have zero idea how it feels to have their arse wrapped around their tongue and that’s not a good thing on account of it breeding pointless ball kicking. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

T’wasn’t Jesus. Wasn’t Ghandi. Wasn’t Big M The Great. No, these dudes all got angry and we suffered their fate. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Three hundred. Maybe three thousand. More personalities than clothes. All hanging on yer poor little frame. No wonder yer back aches. And yer head spins. To click into each personality. Some with memories some with none. Only recalled from the outside. Activated within, from a soul tunnel. Soul tunnel soul tunnel. Thank you, friend. Barry […]

Chaos is normal. Putting shit back where you found it, is not. Mom. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

You died Walter. Gave yer life to the lord ‘n At beggar made you puke up Black shit through the Last daze of yer life. I Guess he wanted you bad… And Walter, yer still there. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Most folks are on time. They are on time on account of time being THE thing to be on. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Most folks worship. They worship movie stars, fashion trends and invisible ideas. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Yeah, someone done wrong. Someone was drunk. Someone wrote something. Somewhere on the internet. They’d had a drink or two. Then they wrote. Something drunk. On the internet dammit! Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Designed obsolescence. We have it or not. And D.O. ain’t fraught That sucker is bought And then it gets caught In our seestem. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Who’s got my pencil?! Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Most folks act. They act kind when they’d like to kill and kill when two “and thens” will suffice. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Ish you fucking guy. Motherfucker with one eye. Seeing pie where pie ain’t pie. You quadruple half seeing Motherfucking guy. Why Ish Why? Why you motherfucker Don’t cry? Takin life all in stride… Fly Ish baby, fly. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Most folks want to stay on the road. They have been on the road prior and in the weeds prior and the road is the place to keep prioring. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Most folks can bite the bullet. They know get outta the way and duck sucker and they will take one scootin’. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

If yer home be messy, No need to clean up cause cleanin’ up needs keepin’ up while messy just is. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Most folks know about anxiety. They know anxiety won’t be wished away but what they forget is how it flees when rushed. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Most folks are late. They have been early only to have other people be late so they can goddamn wait, goddammit! Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Most folks know about line-ups. They line up because everyone else is lining up and what are they gonna do – not get in the friggin line-up?! Thank you, friend. Barry out.

There’s plenty of things not to like. Lots to not like in here. But if you don’t like what you see in here Out there you’ll be known as queer. You’re queer. Is it queer you fear? Afraid of fear? You can smell it from here. But that ain’t afraid man, That’s a mirror. Thank […]

She smiled if she wanted to. Farted if she needed to. Slept when she got tired. In that fucking old folks home. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

He could do things with his mouth. Oh, the sounds that would come out! His tongue moved them all about They protested but came out. Those sounds would hold tight hands They would bend to his demands Acted just like they had plans Roving about in bands. Stirring up many various clans. Then they’d stop. […]

She was nasty cold. Tougher than tough. And the wind blew ice Through the daze so rough, That enough was enough. They had had it alright. Wandered into that night, Lamp shadowed outasight. They weren’t alright on This cold, killer night. They were so outasight that They felt their way along Some breaking into song […]