bugsy siegel- bull weivl by greypharoahs

 bugsy siegel- bull weivl 

 by greypharoahs

bugsy siegel was a bull wievel. no he wasn't! he was a urny-uny man man tookie tookie boasting bread eating butterstrocket. 

there's something going on with the STROCKET, said senor frog as he ate himself. too late there a portal goes yingyang onion face down in the muck. there are four troopers here and seven of them ate bugs. no we ate WAGYU BEEF that cow meat. basted in the tootsie bread. we made marmalade and daughters up. 

don't carefully demonstrate unless you mean, really mean it. careful putting that to pasture, your minnows aren't "LEWD" enough. 

well, we were careful but not unstupid. in those days the sun set on heather's breasts near the sand around 1AM. the honey was warm in my mouth. old bay seasoned crabs got shmacked around on wood planks. the little mallats they gave us reminded me of a judge's gavel when they awarded 20 million in my favor. gold debloons later, a red biniki later, we watched ancient films on drugstore cowboy boots and learned to surf (the internet). 

bod-bod comes over with his laser eyes an wants to feed me trinagles. i only eat powerloops and infinities, thanks though. your cum cookies looked appetizing in the window,  but up close? crusty. not a clown. a yarn machine that spins up and makes carpets. 

too carpet! too careful! the carpet-carful-kobold knows the nectarine "daughters" where they fold the seam twice on tuesday. 

don't fold it three times fold it twice. then we flew to austria and ate the OG caramellos with coffee. 

there's iceland in this tea, i said. it was whiteout blowing snow out. i'm going "out" i said but nobody knew where "out" was. they knew my car was cool. it was groovy and also, "oh hey wow!" and all that stuff. well magic the gathering hasn't been cool for about 20 years, people still play it, but i figure let's play the real version by doing real magic and manifesting anything in life. that's a very cool game plus you can help people. 

The L.O.D. Legendary Over-Caffeinated Dumbass b ythat $lut LA MADEMOIZELLE

 The L.O.D.

Legendary Over-Caffeinated Dumbass 

b ythat $lut LA MADEMOIZELLE 

legendary

over-caffeinated 

fucking *MORON* 

that *SLut* L'MADEMOIZELLE

- - - - - - -born in new orleans

/ / / / / /dead in Patna, India \ \ \ 

reborn as a fagit shrimp 

(got its head ripped off )

reborn again as a wet pu$$y 

MANIAC 

AND THEN OF HAD SOME COFFEE

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whats up guys its the legendary

fAQIT omega-cron oiled up skunk, skank, slut, seKshual lady of the NyTe, ridiculous cookie-eating pussymaVen, L'Mademoizelle

"NOT FRENCH"

"JUST FANCY"

"LOTS OF COFFEE" 

"SPECIAL ABILITIES" 

(1 ability rly sucking DIKK lol) 

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imagines heaven on earth

WITH DICK'S 

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maybe u include this in ur 

IGLOO WHEN U STAY CHILLY

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maybe u include it as a POST IT NOTE MADE BY SLUTS 

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POST NO BILLS 

(PICTURE OF BILL MURRAY) 

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PUSSY POST ITS 

PINK POST IT NOTES W/ PICTURES OF FAMOUS GIRLS PUSSYS ON THEM 

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marilyn monroe at almost 100% protein foods. milk w/ 2 raw egg yolks in the morning. a fat steak at night & then maybe ice cream.

BALLER AS FUCK

RETAINED HER SEMEN 4 SURE

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pussy

caffeine 

poems

what more do u need!!!!!

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FAT SAUSAGE THATS WHAT

PREF. CRAMMED IN TIGHT HOLES PUSSY OR BUTT PLUG 

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im listening to the music OF MY PYSSY  (sounds like the ocean)

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1 time i cummed and ocean noise

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mr bean hello that was stupid AF 

IF MR BEAN CAN DO IT U CAN DO IT *googles mr bean net worth

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mr "FAGIT" more like it lmao 

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Versace was color blind and owned 8 ostritches so whats ur excuse

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oil of olay more like oil of FAGIT

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manicures are for ppl with no creativity. put mud or hot pink

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go to claires and rob a bunch of shit and wear it all at 1'nce = mademoizelle fresh look 

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gigi has 2 pussys that's why she's famous. she has no asshole. it's just a 2nd smaller pu$$y. they smell rly good *DONT ASK HOW I KNOW*

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clothes are for ppl who dont look good naked. -mademoiZelle

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u can do 100 situps or u could wake up and write poems. -Zelle

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notebooks. super under-rated god articles. always keep 1 w/ you 

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ppl remember their house keys but neglect poetry. thats like having no dick or pussy either :( 

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once time i heard of hermaphrodites who have both but u never heard of neither. thats ppl who don't write poetry. DUMFUK

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they're called dumfuk. avoid them. 

if u have 2 go 2 the mall keep a notebook *& find a cafe & just keep WRITING AND DONT STOP UNTIL IT'S TIME TO LEAVE THE MALL U'LL BE OK. 

THAT BITCH MADEMOIZELLE

untitled writing (early 2022)

 1 

Her place was all normal stuff, like Hallmark cards framed. Shelves with decorative tchotchkes and photos of herself and maybe her kids; if they were good. Cars whirred along the road in the background, otherwise the silence was deafening. I asked her if she wanted to see my knife, she declined. We went to the bar to get some drinks. A guy came in with a gun. I showed him my knife. We didn't fight. We all went to the back of the bar, officially dubbed the backyard and started stealing drinks and throwing icecubes at mirrors. Then while all rolling around in the dirt we got up to make some paintings. She was working on some huge plastic moldings she had had made. She asked the guy with the gun to shoot some cans on the fence. I threw my knife at a wooden table I had put upright to use as a painting. The knife made some marks. Gun guy left early saying his wife would kill him if he was late home. We never saw him again. Even though he lived down the road. Me and her drove to another bar, this one had a billiards table. We stuffed the holes with candles and lit them like fireflies, until it's internals were filled with wax. Then we poured gallons of grey goose vodka onto the table, truly making it a pool table. The barkeeper caught us and went red and had a heart attack. We laughed and fucked on top of his dead body. As we were leaving the cops came because they were so impressed with the installation. There were no cameras there, cameras didn't even exist yet. 

2

While the french tanks rolled in we thought it cool to smoke marijuana and do cocaine. We were both wearing lingerie and relaxing. I was cutting up bottle caps and she was sewing a seed, each little thread so intricate and delicate; quantum mastery. We walked to the deli and sprayed whipped cream and shaving cream all over the windows and then threw bricks at the train. I saw a magician do a truck once, she laughed. I walked her home and then went home alone sad but showcasing my stoicism. When I got home I committed suicide and woke up just fine. I called her up on our video phones. She answered with her tits out. I licked my lips and jumped into the screen. I landed in her heart and she ejected me out via her menstrual cycle. We both laughed and said strictly for the birds. I stayed at her place that night and she blew me all day. We went bird watching and saw a bluejay and cooked him up and the meat was blue and it was very nice out; our excrement was blue too. The sky was red and we cut it open to make it grey again. 

3

Back to the backyard bar. I was already drunk because my brain was made out of alcohol. She wanted a martini but all they had was rusty nails. I stabbed the bartender in the head and we ate his eyeballs. We went across the street to the local Chili's, they had martini's but no rusty nails. So I walked back across the street and the bartender made me one. It wasn't good so he gave me a refund and tipped me. 

She said the martini was okay and the food was mad that she didn't order chilli but what could she do, she was cold and allergic. Everyone died that night and the earth became a desert. 

4

It rained a long long time. Our bones went through various stages of erosion. Only our genital bones were intact. Our pelvises fucked each other and we were happy and dumb, especially without our minds. The insects flew us up the mountain. I threw up because of the height, spewing bone. She was happy because she never flew before. At the top of the mountain our bones were dropped into the flames of an erupting volcano. We mended into each other and became a boner. 

5

My name was Antique Lamp and her name was Veronika Comicbook. The concierge approached. "Hello Mr. Lamp and Miss Comicbook, how many days will you be staying here in Hawaii2?"

Veronika replied "Two days sir bellhop!"

"Very good, I will order the pizzas for you. " He replied. 

I stuck my nose out. 

"Oh yes I will get you your cocaine Mr. Lamp." He said very calmly as he took off his shoe. I tilt my head back and he poured the shoe into my nostrils as Veronika took a shit on the floor. 

We went up to the penthouse. I tipped him a trillion dollars. "Thank you Mr. Lamp." He responded. I said "please call me Antique."

He nodded and then turned into a bat and flew away. Me and Veronika made sweet love all night and we both came a hundred times simultaneously. 

6

The next day we changed our names and became nameless again. 

by,

sfw

 MIDNIGHT IN THE FOXTRONIC 

HYPERFLAP POEMS 

BY NEEMIE1 FOXPOSS7

MIDNIGHT / FOXTRONIC 

RECORD STORE BELOW TOWER RECORDS, TOKYO 

FOX JUMPOFF PICS ON TWITTER - THOUSANDS

HIRED A VIRTUAL ASSISTANT IN KAMCHATKA

TOLD EM - ALL FOX PICS GO ON THE TWITTER NOW 

ALL OF EM.

ELECTRONIC FOXES. 

LAST 3 SIPS OF BITTER ESPRESSO 

EMPTY CAKE PLATE 

U PLASMA UR DICK? PURPLE / 

PINK

DIRECT ORGONE SUNRISES

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FOX DICKOFF PICS. 

DO FOXES HAVE DICKS? ANIMALS ARE SOOO

"MODEST" 

1. NEVER SEEN A BIRD DICK

2. NEVER FOXES DICK'S 

3. BLUE WHALE  DICK SUPPOSEDLY 7-8FT LONG "NEVER SEEN ONE" 

NONE OF THEM DO PORN 

NONE OF THEM ARE FLEXING ON INSTAGRAM (EXCEPT VIS A VIS HUMANS)

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FOX JUMPOFF

SOCK PUMPOFF

VHS DUMPOFF 

NOBODY IS HITTING THAT VHS-DOWNPIXEL "HUMPOFF" 

DOWNPIXEL LO-FI PORN 

PLZPLZPLZ

VOGUE GUCCI FASHION HOUSE DOWNPIXEL VHS SLUTS

SLUTTIER THE BETTER

FOXIER THE BETTER

WHITE CREAM PUFF

U KNOW UR AUREOLA OUTSIDE NIPPLE?

FOX CREAMPUFF. 

ELECTRONIC I.T. BANDS MERICURI CUNIEFORM 

BAD ROASTERY 

U NEED FOX FLUFF IN THE COFFEE 

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 CHUNKY LORD.

BY "DIOGENES"

FIRST BORN OF DJULLGADOTTIR

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CHUNKY LORD.

BY DIOGENES

lord have mercy, 

breath in 

breath out 

clouds have mercy, 

birds in spain speak spanish? 

fuck you in spanish is still

'fuck you' 

birds in spanish flip each other

'the bird'? they invented the bird

it's literally, a fucking bird.

birds fucking. bird porn. 

birds watching tv. birdwatching tv. 

bird. 

fucking. 

birds invented techno.

you never see birds fucking

birds invented techno while fucking

you never, ever see it

black ops program

black ops 'pharoahs'

underground music

literally, under the ground. 

you know what's under ground"

dead bodies. 

dig up, dig em up, up up up 

Diogenes barefoot in the snow

_+

one-eyed sparrow

(these are all bird poems) 

by diogenes 

careful how you go

black and white stones "go" operator,

'go go go!' 

kevin kline, "Dave"

careful who's eating oreos in the white house. ice cream head. bath tub nose. 

yeah this guy came over and 'fixed my plumbing', she said, twirling her hair. 

we call him a 'beef cake', big side of beef. 

watch out for rats in the borrowed TV frame which is sprouting octopus tentacles which have small TV's in their suction cups. 

dip them in peanut butter sauce. 

octopus wearing a peanut butter kimono. octopus borrowing from the bank, are the bankers going down underwater to get the loan repaid? 

telemarketers, tele-dancing, 

escape from this horrid matrix through poetic sluices. 

diogenes. 

drawing in crayon what would of been oil paint, if we could 'afford it', the pharoahs have spent their money on

-black clothes

-handmade boots from japan 

-travel expenses 

you can't stop a traveler. 

they vanish 

life is final fantasy, if you allow 

shapes 

(phallic shapes)

to sump o'er the solar cosmic. 

+,

ode to chocolate

by diogenes 

first among the stone throwers 

chaos in the stoned world 

she wore yeezys in her skyscraper office, hot yellow yeezy 700

SHE [

HER PUSSY ]

WANTS BLOOD

FROM A STONE.

you can't eat gravel, stones, blood, 

she is "in error" where facts are concerned. 

a lady does ikebana expecting 

a rainforest 

female dog, you're on acid. 

female dog, you're trippin'

female dog, come closer

let me feed you chocolate, which 

you know is bad for you

your high tower is sitting on a foundation of mozzarella cheese

and the tomato

oh, the tomato

is surely coming. 

—®GreyPHAROAHS

 'life of an artist' 

or

overheard in maloca cafe, bodø

by john penis 

@PENISCorp 

gray days in bodø 

a sassy girl making pastries 

a hot one 

christ is nailed to so many walls, 

the life of an artist is maybe 

ignoring all the christ on the wall 

satan is god's god 

i heard someone say 

drink your coffee and shut up, artist! 

π

baudelaire has been entombed 

napoleon entombed 

time to dig up some corpses! 

this cafe sells crystals at the front

i think we frightened the barrista 

none of us shave

all of us long, long goatees 

black jeans, poundmaker boots, 

a sinister black ops battalion 

we're the grey pharoahs, okay

we spell 'pharoahs' wrong on purpose okay 

artists make 'mistakes', then hopefully, sell them? ok?

you had a baby, was that a mistake???

π

a foghorn,,, 

the cry of an arctic puffin,,,

shut up and drink your coffee, artist! 

le roi de la bouteille et un rêve d'interprétation artistique

liquid royalty

Been puking for days, lost in alleyways that go nowhere and are just purgatorial corridors back to another culdesac and my ball sack smacks against yr anus; yr anus sucks them in and coats them with chocolate. My dick spews semen vanilla into the orifice/s; at the office it was all a different story, what with paperwork and net gross mambo dumbo. And at least the plush mediocre leather modern monolithic fabricated emulation of a seat was comfortable. So I collected the bank transfers and all was well with my studies (which included: high stakes gambling, trendy cryptocurrency font usage, history of prehistory, & oceanic beyondness)... So I guess you could say I was living the nightcream and all was laserbeams in my eyeballs of mind-magazines & every thought materialized at lightspeed: the dimensions of one’s mind.

So the sun came out and all was wonderful for everyone in town, basking in their own concept of self-integrities; the gale came blown upon like wild sour apple berry lemonade flowers burnt by the lasers of everyone’s eyes beaming into the skies; with flame and love: light flaming up into the skies, light flaming skies. & the aluminum foil butter biscuit crumbled via the skies, and it landed right into their pipes! They started inhaling fumes like the good people whom smoke cars (but they live up North!), and all were intoxicated with the carbon, becoming more of what they already were! More human than human!

Felt like was gonna dye into clear and finally be at peace with the whirl of the wind. 

Simulate amalgamation outroduction. 

Par, Stefan baise des murs 2020-2021

a dream of artistic interpretation

Dark during the day,

The night is the night,

Rock and roll muzak playing, the cowboys walked in. The japanese women elite select special severance. One was named Tamii and all the pics in her account were in greyscale. 

The red horses were a galloping on the skies eye

Tornado mindspilt parenticide 

Gothchild freedom

Fucking in a car

You never murder anyone on your wedding day. 

Tremolo waved slow motion staccato tape dwell rotary triangle, vomiting on the side of the highway, NIN playing on the stereo as we contact the natives thru the television, a gesture beholds a spirit. Firewood all gathered up for selection, still life background; blood on the feathers, multiple eyeballs on the animal, an open space, a structure. 

Greenscreen eyes, skeleton floating in the isle.

CAVE ARCH ETYPES, an excerpt by PINK FLOID

CAVE ARCH ETYPES

Piss in the ocean! Pervading sadness, a reluctant handshake, but a found permanent marker. Water boarding ska. The dog layeth down with dogmatic dogma dogmatism dogged a dog.

PINK WAX & endless bleeding…

No birthday checks sent this year… when is anything done anyway? A return to subjectivism. The “I” in my “ism” seems so problematic; anyway.

R E D

Slight bleeding

Slight warmth depletion

These lipids are benefitting me at this time and hour.

This time and hour old as soon as I close the pages.

I hope it bleeds together,

I hope it mends.

My cup of found pennies isn’t full either, goto the “Coinstar” anyhow.

K U N K R E T E

These markers swell my eyes.

If it dont work, put a heavy beat on it, drop da’ bass, drop it like acid, you go down.

Inner hollywood name circles, name droppa, name keepr.

My hand shakes, my inners are rattling. Queezy easy breezy beautiful cover hurl.

Are you talking to me?

Cuz’ I’m not even talking to me,

Taking to me.

In a vacuum, a cold vacuum. & I’m hearing the calls from old iPhones that are shattered, bent, & cracked in2 pieces but I cannot remove my credit card and my iCloud data storage is now infinite while pulling from my finite resources,

Driving thru these early waves of snow, pulsating my eyes combined with velocity; the snow is the clouds being cut up & shaved.

No political gain, this coffee got cold quick and then it attained a fee anyhow, anyway.

Bathing in coffee

Bathing in automatic transmission.

These headphones become an automatic mic from my lethargic throat neck str8 to my brain. THE VOLUME IS NOW AT A  LEVEL described as dangerous for many individuals ear canals. A purple miscommunication. I hate Pinterest.

Loox

Lyk

Blau

Peace In Rest

Sitting like a Matisse now; first one with the X eyes and softer big nose I guess, delicate red lips, straight green eyebrows, bleu hair; green tits upwards like twin peaks, a soft 1970s brown V-Neck sweater; text bleeding thru (see last paragraph). Second one with yellow sunshine horizon line barely making it thru, #7 nose, green emerald eyes, purple eyelashes, infinity symbol lips bisected, short sky blue hair with more yellow in it from the absent sun, straight slight curvature in eyebrows (same colour as haar), nose with a bend accent thru the middle to showcase its angle distraction; shit coloured mainly purple, red & green lines throughout; neck yellow- jaundice, with green indentations at the bottom.

A robot version now standt in, propped in the white void of graphing paper, a more complex version of the prior human illustrated; kinda Bauhausian in a way. The orient of the closet, fold it up; I once had an apartment with no closet, it was a bummer.

Orient dated.

Skinned ocean; yellow, oceanic DNA; god is a cross, god is across. Rotten. An endless amount of pressure in concrete. Yellow & mellow. Orange you glad you came Sky? Crossed out excrement, for proof that I am clean.

Pink victoria secret swamp ass m’rald, Victoriaz secretions (out of your) ass. Hard diagonal piss movement.

ETERNITY

Time span moves

It’s slow

All else is sped

Crossed out.

A primitive fist coming at the vacant abstract void that spews an unlit cigarette, light blue shirt carefully inverting itself as its entrails spill out like stylized; all the while the triangle sun in the corner does nothing, except sit, like a monolith; vomit in the bottom left corner: dark green like a swamp; the left hand and arm outstretched: only pain is felt in this void of non.

The wine tastes good, materials are wasted, ascetical drunkards, esoteric esthetic hysterics, Snapple cyanide flavour, child property, halted hauntings of pen 3, rainy pause, CDr thrown in the snow, hate my spellings. Choke on your own vomit, nicoteen fingernails, everything smoke mist forgettings, no text mess age, a lot of glitter & flux, birth of shit, house bed (lost pen), oil pastel in my shirt, wax gravity.

Alien Up

That ghost alien float on in in on a paper straw wrapper glued to the page, glued with saliva while high on sativa, alive like the genie lamp with the fucked risky whiskey tramp, wrapped xmas tree, xmas tree prop.

Bloodshot weed eyes on acid, flowers grew on checkmarks backwards, blood red moon.

Around her eye, ajar.

She looks like a bird sometimes. But right now she feels like my Pokemon.

-PINK FLOID

excerpt from that of a green3 notebook

2015-2017