i added the sun but that didn't help me to swim it's post psychology i mo get my brother's wetsuit on my ass tomoro.

wig wampum fetch.

comphund green.

copp's first nekked swim.

i got a devil's haircut in my mind.

copp in the grass.

every day the terrible fatigue of existing is made buoyant by swimming.

eyes in grass, cottonwood fluff melting.

follow that flag.

his butt looks so small.

looking out on the morning rain under a poofy dome.

mister looks small and vulnerable without his long coat.

stepping through the sea wall.

the inner pup revealed.

remember that book, naked came i? what was that about? i was talking with a trumpet player the other day about deep throat the movie and linda lovelace for president and the other deep throat of watergate and recalling to john how my mom had a beyond the green door party which i wasn't privvy too, i just saw the door and sure it wasn't an orgy but it just goes to show how porn is a levelling force when a cocksucker can be president and a deep throat can bring one down.

the populace has a sincere suicidal desire to be deceived.

the waiting accumulates until we can wait no more.

under the sea wall i spy on the copp.

we can't stop the killing but we do float.

you look funny copp.