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| ***BIO*** Mathias Nelson has been published both online and print in numerous magazines, some of which are Zygote In My Coffee, Juice Press, Outsider Writers, and Cherry Bleeds. He is the coolest motherfucker living, at least in La Crosse, Wisconsin, and can be reached at http://www.myspace.com/MathiasNelson or mathias_man@excite.com |
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| A Bumble Bee Sting, Pull It Out & Walk Away With Black & Yellow Striped Knowledge |
| by Mathias Nelson |
| Last night I dreamt of werewolves masturbating into the heads of bullfrogs.
When I awoke there were voices streaming from my fan, little whispers—pssst, pssst, pssst—pssst, pssst, pssst— Where are these words coming from? Life Lesson: If you put your phallus in the mouth of a woman you are subjecting millions of babies to acidic hell. If you put your phallus in the vagina of a woman you are subjecting millions of babies to a more than Christ like resurrection where they are all to die but one whom subsequently turns into a giant baby killer who will feel the unexplainable urge for breasts or cocks or asses or vaginas or mouths and maybe even feet. I hear in Alaska they prefer to lick armpits. And where did we come from? Why the coming of God, of course. All over the ovary Earth like a greenish blue eyeball. And it stung. Right now, wherever readers are in the future of these words I am God—the creator of their current state of imagination. I have erected a rather whorish shlong of language and spit it all over the minds’ eyes. Does it sting to question all the bullshit taught before this? What makes one think I don’t get this from a higher power? After all, I am living in a cum bubble full of retarded fish swimming like Christopher Columbus to find niggers and injuns to kill. Where did the KKK come from? And why do they dress up as sperms? It stung all right, it stung. And we are slowly being digested by God’s humanity, straight into the eyeball. Now everyone put lights on the tree and gifts underneath. Don’t forget the gay Hallmark cards— we saw one of us born to be resurrected, and he is more than a giant baby killer. Much more. He is the baby killer of the cosmos and his phallus is the milky way; and when you see the sun, that is God’s urethra pissing gamma rays; and when you see the moon, that is the hole out of God’s ass. And I’m not just talking about the religion of whites, but all. And I would smear those beliefs on poison ivy too, if only I knew them, because they are aware as well as I, that we just don’t know. But why not strap a bomb to your chest and give me a hug, anyway, for I assure you I do, I do, I do (saying on one knee) believe in God. |
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| Nov. 2009 |
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