BETWEEN YOU AND ME

there is 

your pussy 

&

the sky:

everything else,

 a choice.

NEW AGE PORNOGRAPHY HAS NO AGE LIMITATION

SIDE BURNS LIKE MEAT CLEAVERS

MOTHER TOMORROW KEPT ME IN A JAR UNDER HER SINK

Frank Sinatra spoke the words "I'm losing it" once. A few seconds later he died in a hospital bed. I don't know the affect of his voice because I wasn't there. I only read about it. The gamut of my childhood was spent thinking about death. 24 hours of death. Even in dreams; death. There were band-aid distractions. Like Street Fighter II, comic books and movie hopping on saturdays. The distractions weren't very effective though. Every thought in my mind was somehow linked to the concept of dying. I felt like I was staring at the ceiling in a room full of naked men who were aggressively rubbing their dickheads while watching me. I read that Zen monks have something called a death poem. The monks declare their future expiration date years in advance and are accurate to the day. On the day of their projected death they recite or paint a poem their entire life was used to compose. Then they die, usually while standing or sitting. I've been working on a death poem, too. A few years ago a doctor powered off a life support unit. It took only a button press. My grandmother's hand went purple while I held it in my hand. I cried really hard and repeated the words, "I miss my granny," when she stopped existing. Her death poem was "I want a cigarette." Maybe not. I don't know. Those were the last words she spoke to me before going comatose. A lot of my life has been spent fantasizing about dying. Always a quick and violent completion, stupid and romantic. The truth is death isn't majestic. I'm not a zebra being hunted by lions. I'm a pathetic human who's a protracted failure. When a person feels alienated and depressed there is solace knowing others who are alienated and depressed. Not because their sadness is mutual, but because of an intimacy with a feeling most humans don't understand or know. But when a person ceases being alienated and depressed the connection stops. They become whole and isolate themselves from everyone. Sometimes I feel like walking out my apartment door during an early morning to disappear. Not because I'm feeling angry, sad or selfish. More like a desire to help the people in my life become stronger.

MASTURBATING TO CHILDREN IS OKAY IF THE CHILDREN ARE ACTORS WHO ARE NO LONGER CHILDREN

I think the ultimate wet dream is an underage Nicolle Eggert lying on the floor dressed only in a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles baby tee getting her cunt licked by a nude Alyssa Milano while the theme song to Matlock plays softly in the background. All other qualities of the dream are impertinent.

MEAT TABLE DRUMMER

THE STATUTORY BLIND DATE BEFORE OUR SHE-MALE TRYST

IF SOCIETY IS A HEGEMONIC PRISON, THEN BACON IS OUR CIGARETTES

Maybe the three people who read this blog have been wondering, why hasn't Jereme been blogging?!

Sorry.  Been trying hard to not die.  Haven't had much time to think.

Sam Pink's FROWNS NEED FRIENDS, TOO has been re-released by Lazy Fascist Press.  I wrote the introduction.  It's probably the only introduction I'll ever write.  Most likely the last piece of writing from me.

Just asked my hot pink Magic 8-ball if the intro is the last piece of writing i'll ever do.

"NO ONE CARES"

I'm really happy FROWNS has been re-released by a quality publisher.  I don't do high fives, but, maybe, to celebrate, I would high five someone out of excitement.

So, yeah, INTERNET HIGH FIVE.

We just bonded.

Hah, not really.  Fuck you.

Okay, we did bond.  A little.  Don't try to suck my dick over it.

The thing is I can't afford to buy Frowns.  My unemployment ran out.  I have thousands of dollars in delinquent medical bills, haven't paid taxes in over 7 years and owe 11 months of back rent.  What I do have is an excess of xanax and extended release muscle relaxers.

Being a scumbag poet isn't rewarding.

Email me if you're willing to trade: jdean33442@gmail.com