The other night I was doing a Google search for somesuchshit ... when I came across these YouTube videos of some friends performances that I attended. It made me hella sentimental for a Brubaker, five shots of tequila and some companionable lines of coke. I miss you fuckin kids!
* Added for the LULZ. The Boston Boys attack Seattle!
Jacques Cabaret
The Middle East
The Milky Way
The MidWay Cafe
Thursday
Monday
A Boy Scouts Hanbook
In this simulation...
Following the
fluorescence of
Biostatistical data
Information
in strands
in strings
with bands
of
light and dark
interpreting
form
inferring
shape
... despite chromosomal
variations...
The glaze
of the masculine
is
Constructed
practised
and
intrinsically
understood
... at least 80 percent...
Today
an american boy
before long
an american man
Physically strong
Mentally awake
Nourished by diffusion
With guidance
We
could play
Passive cowboy
Absolutely!
Me
in my
bicurious gym socks
You
flamboyantly mainstream
Aber..Aber..Aber..
Abercrombie Daddy
I know how
to pony
Flesh can only be
understood
as a social text
Dominant positions
Sperm competition
Age
Race
Class
Statistics
and locations
A petri dish
of the possible
Suits
Jeans
T-shirts
Boxers
Socks
Boots
of
Extreme versatility
Sniffing for
a walked in sneaker
Given his
variables
A boy cannot
turn into a man
without
Active intervention
Disciplined practices
Physical mercantilism
A smooth property
of assets
Touch
Pressure
Vibration
The active
stimulation
of
genotypes
and odor cues
Lift
shoulders wide with
risk-taking behavior
Position
the throbbing
In sweaty hairs
of mutual sameness
I take care of my body
you should too
A/S/L
What is your location?
There
in ten
in a car
in the park
in the reeds
by the waterfront
by the Hull fish house
amongst leaky pipes and profitable urges
Is your bottom topped?
You
cant
just
be
understood
A Man
has to
Earn
has to
Finalize
has to
Detail
has to
Up the Contract
has
lunch to Prove
everyday
and night
Through the Victory Gardens
the muddy paths
the towering reeds
the urban wild
with maps
with flashlights
with compasses
with medicine kits
They will follow
with
pockets full
drawn by
the scent
of roasting
street rabbit
and campfire songs
Their
tongues slide
out and
upward
forecasting
positions
in
the wind
and
the weather
Radar currents
explode
in
Boyfeet and
Emoporn
I know at least
a thousand ways
a clever boy
can survive
This medium
is my haircut
My smell
My walk
My tattoo
This song
This lattice
of
razor cuts
that map
my biome
From
dry and smooth
to
hairy and moist
I am not
Just
or
Hopeful
I am
in a riot
of skin flora
a slurry of sweat
an off trail scouts handbook
I write it as I walk
A/S/L
an american boy
before long
an american man
Physically strong
Mentally awake
Nourished by diffusion
With guidance
We
could play
Passive cowboy
Absolutely!
Me
in my
bicurious gym socks
You
flamboyantly mainstream
Aber..Aber..Aber..
Abercrombie Daddy
I know how
to pony
Flesh can only be
understood
as a social text
Dominant positions
Sperm competition
Age
Race
Class
Statistics
and locations
A petri dish
of the possible
Suits
Jeans
T-shirts
Boxers
Socks
Boots
of
Extreme versatility
Sniffing for
a walked in sneaker
Given his
variables
A boy cannot
turn into a man
without
Active intervention
Disciplined practices
Physical mercantilism
A smooth property
of assets
Touch
Pressure
Vibration
The active
stimulation
of
genotypes
and odor cues
Lift
shoulders wide with
risk-taking behavior
Position
the throbbing
In sweaty hairs
of mutual sameness
I take care of my body
you should too
A/S/L
What is your location?
There
in ten
in a car
in the park
in the reeds
by the waterfront
by the Hull fish house
amongst leaky pipes and profitable urges
Is your bottom topped?
You
cant
just
be
understood
A Man
has to
Earn
has to
Finalize
has to
Detail
has to
Up the Contract
has
lunch to Prove
everyday
and night
Through the Victory Gardens
the muddy paths
the towering reeds
the urban wild
with maps
with flashlights
with compasses
with medicine kits
They will follow
with
pockets full
drawn by
the scent
of roasting
street rabbit
and campfire songs
Their
tongues slide
out and
upward
forecasting
positions
in
the wind
and
the weather
Radar currents
explode
in
Boyfeet and
Emoporn
I know at least
a thousand ways
a clever boy
can survive
This medium
is my haircut
My smell
My walk
My tattoo
This song
This lattice
of
razor cuts
that map
my biome
From
dry and smooth
to
hairy and moist
I am not
Just
or
Hopeful
I am
in a riot
of skin flora
a slurry of sweat
an off trail scouts handbook
I write it as I walk
A/S/L
I am----
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