33

Number 33 of The Knockouts

Massive dynamic day day dreams vibration
Play station drawn pen poet
Slurpies
It’s cold outside hip hop cuz I’m a punk rocker yes I am
Hoping the 9 train
Smoke alarm
Thought porn
Drive
Or ahead next stop blue
Red
Lie men low
Wonder if the floral print extends
Horns blow highway look out rattle the swallows track
Saint Carlos calls circuit
Check the line up to the basement
Under priority seating passengers shoud vacate these seats to make room for seniors and passengers with disabilities
Don’t ding that bell
I remember a dilusion about a ring and anything being possible
Print jacket and blue streak
Cut the steak with a razor
Gallop down an elephant a*s
Centimeters in diameter
Demolition of political systems
No contest with the aliens as it would seem
High pitch
Powder bush plushness blush freckles in her cheeks
We watched the top five and wouldn’t you know there was an
I can’t think of a euphamism
Prince did it so well
Exclamations
Picked outfits
Production in house and design magazine
Give me a million dollars and I’ll nut up whatever you want
Sneeze and yawn sickness
I am a healthy young man
“You shouldn’t have to worry about your youth”
Bean farms lamenting the return of the silk worm
Red robe the eye
A divited ball inserted into mouth
Forecast heavy for the next few days
I know why it matters so much
Relationships as long as we are sleeping together
More so if you beat me to the finish line
Triplets would be great
Bacon
Lettuce
Tomato
Say cheese
Name my name etched in blood
C**t even think about it
Missed date with my jewish friend
Woefully inept
Two in as many weekends
Seems like a running joke that this is the forth phone I’ve been through this year
Go for a run in the morning and do the abs tonight
Dollar signs on the horizon just got to keep perspective
Flip that and you get found in it intersteller
Transit
Glamor queens
Breath in for God’s sake
Shut your face
I don’t want to catch your cooties
Double up on the second tier
Put on a smiling face like the white boys in the commercials
Terry Richardson engineers an impressive catologue
Between Belladonna and her bat to bad
Digital note pad green
That’s what I want in my bank account
One and only
I wonder if Mathew Barney had to write this