Mao Tse-Tung writes:

>Poetry is DEAD. Society has become so fucking ignorant, especially regarding its own language, that it no longer has time to comprehend very simple concepts such as poetry, yet there are a few who can still ignite a pile of prose with a little blasting cap of poetry here and there but yes t.b is obsessed with haiku and I have had enough of it after I cleaned out my ear and found most of this, except sparking with gold. the abizarre has the advantage and we are IN A VALLEY when they're atop the great steep impenetrable hill, and for some STUPID FUCKING REASON our weapons won't carry far enough up the hill to take out enough of the psuedo-INTELLECTUAL bullshit artists. VOTE THE FUCKERS INTO NOTHINGNESS, at least that's FIGHTING FIRE WITH FIREWATER (yum...) you know who you spineless miserable cocksucking sons of bitches are and you still won't accept that fact and grow the fuck up, because you're still children in a world of really old men who know a hell of a lot more than you do but never go out and PROVE it. Gimme a Helter Skelter of proportions equivalent to t.(a)b and I'll lead the fucking charge. TAKE IT BACK!

Poe, Poe, Poe et tree. Tree, tree Poe. Poe dead, tree dead, dead dead, fucking ig, igging fuck, dead Poe fuck, et tree? Language fuck, language dead, fuck fuck fuck Poe? So Poe? So Poe? Poe et tree fuck.

No longer time, no time, no Poe time, Poe dead, time dead, dead time longer no time, no fucking time no Poe, Poe et tree?

Haiku Poe, haiku fuck, haiku Poe, time fuck, haiku Poe et tree?

Ear clean tree fuck? Poe ear clean, time tree et ig? Ig, ig, iggorant, ig, ig, ig-no-no-rant, ig rant. IG RANT. Ig, ig, ig, ig, ig, ig, ig, ig.

Stupid reason. Stu Poe reason, stu Poe haiku, haiku reason, stupid haiku. Ig? No! No Poe, no Poe, no Poe, Poe no, Poe Poe, no Poe, no Poe. Fuck.

Yum-lectual. Poe-lectual. Fuck-lectual. No intellectual. No no, gnee gnee. Yum fuck gnee spinal, yum fuck gnee beaches, yum fuck heckle skiller. Yum fuck spineless, yum spinal fuck, yum fuck Poe et tree?

Dead language, dead obsess, dead Poe, dead tree, dead dead. No dead, no Poe et tree? Tree fuck, tree ear, tree gnee, tree dot b, tree found ear. Tree, tree, time tree, tree-ku, Poe-ku, gnee-ku, ig-ku, no-ku. Ku, ku, ku-ku-ku. Time?

Fact fuck, grow fuck, haiku grow fact. Back fact? Take back fact? Take back Poe et tree? Take it, take it, take it, take ig, take ig-ig, take ig-no-no-rant, take ku, take ig, Poe dead, ku dead, Poe dead. Tree?

Poe, Poe, Poe et tree. Tree, tree Poe. Poe dead, tree dead, dead dead, fucking ig, igging fuck, dead Poe fuck, et tree? Language fuck, language dead, fuck fuck fuck Poe? So Poe? So Poe? Poe et tree fuck.

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Dada lives.

Mao Tse-Tung writes:

-I'm at the point where if I see, hear, smell, taste, touch or especially READ about another goddamn cherry blossom falling, I'm gonna go to lengths to make sure it doesn't go to waste, I'll pick it back up and roll my own suppository from it.

cherry blossoms fall
seen, unseen, mourned or ignored
natural causes

cherry blossoms fall
naked asphalt coated white
Burroughs would approve

cherry blossoms fall
whether you like it or not
film at eleven

cherry blossoms fall
suppository wasted
on bloated asshole