The Purple Poem Contest (or "Why You Never Write a Poem While On LSD")

and on the immemorial best purple beaches of 2005 I say it don't spray it on a window for easy solvency of information density doubling every eighteen years of age is the glowing brilliance of a repetitive rock chord on a holiday says shes goin to LA but she never moderates the gold member greeters thieves of the intellectual property arbitrate castrate aberrate irrigate irradiate absorbate absinthiate aggragate the resolution to your fucking solution reservoir tip not thick enough of your tip lies inside the head meat of a thousand and one purple children of Israel beaming their prayers satellites of Colorado Springs for Chilllldren of the mind are endoscopied for the wrong organ inside the billion brilliantly burning endomorphs whose shining exacerbations of the situations affricate the rhandom ryme skeme that offers undue influence into the Kingdom of Fear middle finger no smoking a blur of the Hunter's mind's eye's trie's to tell me like a billion brilliantly burning refrain of a previously stated lost artifacts IF they ARE that WHICH they SAY is THE new language of the new metaphors for a century already dead of its own disease spreads mostly amongst the Sodomites the extinction of a thousand grains of salt my God my GOD my god MY god is a bigger flaccidity of incompoundable interests of the non interested while the 14,000 fight the 144,000 on the plains of WHEAT the billion brilliantly burning stars the aliens get them out out out the broom on the floor in the wheat out the door the trillions say they cannot see is all your life will ever be here comes the rain again we're all presidents that's progression into a sort of anonymous state of disclosure of evidence THe REd ANd THe BLue FOrm ONly THe PUrple
their lives a meaningless cloud of purple swirling all around my ankles up to my knees my balls entwined in the purple maelstrom up into my asshole and out my mouth only to aggregate around the glimmering earlobes of a thousand nymphs of the Eldest Wood who cling to my hair they are my dandruff on the piano keys
at Antietam come the 23,000 ankle deep in the blood of themselves into heaven they crawl while crying why oh why did it have to be the missouri compromise to the mexican war oh why the liberator cries into the northern heart of darkness crawling up to Da Nang how tired they were form the last couple weeks from the last couple years wait can't go that fast can't go that fast the purple haze outrunning me into the tunnel with a thousand arms a billion burning brightly like a million eyesores on the landscape the blue versus the red we've been here already i feel the snow in May falling gently around my elbow skin where the nymphs dare not tread into the dark blackness from which you came to a door oh goddess where did the first paragraph end
the insouciantry under her skirt is ilidous to me first time backseat of the palladium before rhyme line line line rhyme exclamation to an otherwise lost rainbow of purple swirls appeasement must always make happy the purple haze as the clouds encircle the dying crows in the dark I can see past the lines of you and me dun-dun-da quick as a shattered crystral flying into my eyeball the pupil melts down to the detested open plains of sand where the minarets of the final mosque play their defiling tunes into the ears of the damned who don't give a damn about what damn things the damned tell the damned about the damned colon-sign dash-dash for the repeat ready one two crescendo into the dancing clouds over the fields over the ants over the leptons of their souls inside the machine of funk yellow and orange blending in front of my eyes to create the
purple
haze  that I find here there and everywhere deep inside deep outside into the universe of the seven dimensions while the eleven looks on jealously forcing itself down my throat while agazeley and her arabian jewel thrust it down into the dirt near the leptons the fuzz of the fraze re-phrased because nobody ever listens inside the waxy building the dead man croaks inside himself a frog thrusts itself out of his chest Soderberg herself screams helplessely while deep down we all know he's right three point one four one five nine two six five three five eight nine four nine theres that moustache all of a sudden geometry doesn't seem so important anymore here comes the cactus flying out of the desert and into the sea where the mermaid greets my penis with a smile and delicate fingers wrapped around the darkest depths of the human soul addiction is merely a buzzword made up CBS NBC FOX its all lies turn off your TV's turn on your minds to the Discovery Channel get it because every TV is fulled of a thousand brilliantly burning
purple haze yellow haze wrapped in orange haze what is this a contest forget this no one reads oh no I can comprehend things again the dawn flows in through the windows i know this will go nowhere spiraling into nowhere oh please save me from the nowhere I am gone

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(Editor's note: I woke up at 4:27... in the evening... on Sunday... after having fallen asleep on Friday. How nobody woke me is a mystery. Anyway, this is what was here. I'm never hitting that stuff again...whats this contest about again?)