Remastered Caligula and the Art of Madlib
by Quasimofo Tiberius
UNUS
Maximum Velocity is how far you can go without turning into a perverted BUM.. he said p-pow poppin’ the permanent press sheets with his get-away-girl filched from the wedding feast.{we gods love to lose our guiltocence to virgins, don’t you know?}
See all the miscreants with swelled orifices and plural bodily organs carouse smeared nubs jangling the watussi. Go Little Knockin’ Boots! ..of the genuine scrotum footwear! Turn tail for our tearless bleeder! [and hike that toga!] Come one, Cum all:!!! ..Flop your synonym for cock on the chopping block, punch in, you might as well be on the clock..That is Why their pubic hair suspends in time.. ….clogging up the CAPS LOCK as we bullyrag naked chicks in swaying hammocks who are flailed to orgasm with tangled Tevo control wires..
BI
Candle worship is becoming a main problem today because of all the idols on candles they say.. bedside thrusting tussles backdrop to an old fashioned strobe that flicks sado-carbonated wax.. Whodunnit is your Godzooks ..name a person in the room for the first fist-fucked antonymble! That red stuff dolluping down that golden shower tan line is the escape path and the wrath of least persistence…You know it is undeserved in these 5 to a box samples but you spew your wad of survival on the famous people at famous places with nothing but adjectives!+!=!! You drove by the girl on the ‘Pregnant?’ billboard and saw her wrinkle when the wind caught behind the canvas..and when the afternoon sun shone thru rotten branches branding cross eyebrows..The debauchers shouldn’t have followed the graffiti on a gas pump which advised “Finger Her” (written in gangland calligraphy with a liquid white-out brush after the initiate breathed in a heapfull honing on him etheric banshees of topless low-rider bitches..)
TRI
There are options% for all the nouns rookie and pro pounding nookie with glow-in-the-dark dick caps…Oh give me the Girls of Gamestop, the Girls of Walgreen’s Pharmaceutical, the Girls of Putt Putt Golf!!!…gone crazy wild frantic rabid addlepated bughouse! ..and i will spank with an ignorance beyond my limit in beers. Don’t just get one leg up in this world, GET two and spread em’ wide!; .. the way to get up in this life maybe be to go down on this life..and suck like a cunnilingus lingerer bestowing clitori hickeys slurping jello shots out that hot puss;
..or with laser guided kiosks recalibrate the ratios of fellatio {superglue and 200 of your best “ly” adverbs can orgify this demented lament of a conjunction dysfunction oral immoral}.
QUARTUS
Deify is Meify bent over chef’s compliments of kitchen lubes with a 2X4 strapped to your ass which you will need to keep from falling into this world. But yeah, to add anachronism to the prolonging cream, you might say today we learn our birds and bees from the Japanese [teen manga/anime] {make sure you read right to left} ..a few real rebels adolesce with Guitar Hero III finding a little genuine youth on the angled curves’ last bodice of earth boinking flavorfully in the yoga sex backseats of Mini Coopers gripping pulling clutching defiling one another as if climbing a 100 ft. ceramic rock wall buck-naked out the grave at malltown…i know where you’re headin’ cause the rear-view mirrors are adjustable and closer than you think.. i’m just a lotta gala of vile vane bane of the profane who found the best way to tune the world out was to turn on the T.V….
Prostitution and Alcohol are the last great American enterprises so noone was shocked when by Girl Scout Pack 779 chose a new fundraiser…
PENTE
the Chariot’s under warranty, and can’t we tell that observing is better than participating as long as you do something about it. We’ve got tattoo parlors around every shithole to get you thru belonging while the shake machines are broke…Don’t forget, in handy situations cell-phones can be used to wipe your stink..just make sure the vibrator is off and all text messages end in –ed ,..We’ve lost our hummph to the uumph . so you can’t screw your sister cause of the blisters on your philips-bit circumcision ..i’m worse than any man in any geographical location fucking any celebrity with any past present future exclamations yelled out according to any greatest word game. ok. ? ..
now read it back to me ..
again and again.
Tags: Caligula, Experimental Fiction, Prose Poetry
February 25, 2010 at 5:11 pm |
“TRI” is my favorite part. Especially the part when the narrator pines for girls of gamestop, walgreen’s, and putt-putt golf. Very funny.
Your stuff, for some reason, reminds me a lot of the outsider music I’d get a hold of a while back when I lived in Portland. There was this one band. I can’t remember the bandname, they were super obscure, and I lost that tape (which was unmarked anyways). They had a song about 7-11. Here’s a couple lines that will always stay with me:
Eat of my twinkie,
Tis my body.
Drink of my Big Gulp,
Tis my blood.
Now if there’s anyone reading this, don’t the lines above completely remind you of Quasi’s writing?
February 25, 2010 at 5:32 pm |
“slurping jello shots out of that hot puss”
whoa.
I just gained some deep insight into Quasi, and some wretched imagery.
Brilliant and schizo, as always.
March 14, 2010 at 4:52 pm |
Sorry Quasi, because I got a new theme for my blog, I had to change your poem into alignment left.