Spicer

 
every time eye crack this
book**, gulls flap furious, but wit no
fury,as they jus'makin'f'sure I,I'I don'get too
close on they's comforts,[idiothu'man that iyam]

then'thus, I Am Free Iamfree iyam'iyam to anthropomorphize
that my bretheren gulls is makin jokrfun of the
momma-flat babyfeets I wear, encrusted of teeny'ween shellshard
peaces, which They call cocina   /

the poorslob, as unluck would be, was one'a the greatest poets
& poots that ever rote a poempoompoom that mostmany of ye never heard[of], & prob'ly wouldn't giveAshit for even if ye did heard,
(but that's okay...no blame...thee realworld kills lotta po'ets

just as a matter of business, not t'mention thee scorny di-stain ofthem who suffer from perceiving everyfcknthing they think as being some Reality------man'o'man, that litterall mindedness is such a shit'shock shellgame of thee shallerness
wee all wish was
real, or not. no consequential matter, other than the contrivial consequence that
wee gotta push into deathpenalty stature before them wingleft assholes take the fckn XXX$$$$$XXX out Christ's Holy Day of Birth

but back to Spicer, he seems to've been not a very 'attractive' fellow, & quite javascript:addCodeA('','')a sot as well(proved it bein dead at 40),

but be it far from what's left of me to gild any legacies wit
mo'layers of contrived soulless diligence

..............................................
**'book'= "My Vocabulary Did This To [u]Me"_____________________________________________________[/u]
dkzkpoopooms&mazinArtBadFotogrfy2013XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((