YuHeng's blog

its like I don’t know what to do because in hell that was me that was you and the words are dogs selling cats where hell sells cat or where cats know dogs in hell but sells hell not cats and cats in my home I’m trying to be a dog or the dog in my hell trying to me then the home that I’m trying to live in is in the knowing of the cat and not dog but all the dog that sleeps in my dreams are cats that dream of dogs and hell is not here but in the dog that hell sleeps in.

you would think its bob dylan but dylan is in bob the bob that was never here in the grave or cemetetry where dylan is sleeping so you would never see dylan but bob and no dylan but bob and bob without dylan is like bob dylan with the bob but only dylan who is actually here. He’s laying in Welsh where no body will visit him if he’s only in a body of no one who has gone and left him in the deep earth where men used to plow the mud and potatoes that was famished in the empty earth soilled with poison and the bones of men.

the big bulge eyes of woman look like lollipops about to pop form the mouth of children who are sucking on it that its shrinking and sucking the eye balls of fishes that will go blind and dead.

it doesnt come very often but the white spaces and gaps in the words and silences are like white gaps and black roads that cut to the pulv erized sky. So it’ll c

oh you dont know how mcuch i was in December as much as it was in me and in the decemeber that moon was shining I was bathed in a blood bath that soothed the souls of my agonies that was drenched in the rows of frozen tractor that cracks and coughs the breath of death.

One more click of the empty gas will release you into the descend of that sour soup that’s stirring the creamy broth of pork.

ah away with the dorms that impede me from doing anything sincere. AHHHH an image.

I no longer want the image that promises nothing.

This is the way as it happened. And order brings nothing but the imposed order of a diminishing world. Oh its narrowing and shrinking as a vacuum sucks a vacuum.

I no longer want the promise that an image promises. I no longer want the prospect that diminishes elegance and soul.