(for akshat and ferocious attack cow)
all the black despair
all the pain in the world lies down next to my balls in a heap
the naked yellow zero bulb
my calf quivers and i feel a moo rising in my soul
my tongue tastes the fur of a cow
proust was a fucker though i know nothing about him but for the allusions of over educated fuckers writing dense prose
do i care about the heap of pain lying next to my balls
why was i talking of proust
who the fuck is proust anyways
he wrote something called chateaubriand something right!
that’s like the head of the fillet under the spine of the cow
it’s supposed to make the best steak
i love steak
and that brings us to why the cow is the most attacking animal in the bovine family
anyways this one cow i knew was the bitch-est bitch i ever knew
if she had a pussy i would have married her
i loved her more than anything else but for my dog
she never attacked anybody or anything
but she was aggressive
though there is no quantifying it
when you know someone you know their potential you know
when i call some girl a cow i mean it as an insult to her
but there is this pang in my heart cause i knew this cow who was so cool
i disrespect her when i refer to some girl as a cow
but that’s just a feeling that comes and goes
the heap of shit pain lying next to my balls starts licking the balls next to it
icy cold tongue on saddle bag balls
yellow yellow dirty naked bulb
now seriously
my cow
grey with horns bending all the way back in buffalo style
she was actually beautiful you know
i piss on the fucks who keep stuffed toys and teddy bearish shit
my cow was all that and much more
and that coming straight from the heart
that reminds me of this motherfucker
painter dude who wanted to fuck my girl
the scum bag was tamilian and he kept a lot of furry things
he had a collection
shitbag!
outside of society that’s where i wanna be he said when we were on talking terms
proust ate a cake and he remembered a lot of shit
see if i give a shit
who the fuck is proust?
my cow had more wisdom than proust for sure
proust is what i would call a chooth pakora though i hardly know the man
why not?
one time me and my dog and cow sit in the middle of the paddy field quietly chewing on our thoughts and wish that we were a whirl wind ripping through everything that is
idle pointless angst infested dreaming though it was i knew that my cow was in with me on that thought
coz when i licked her furry un-lick-able skin she licked me back with her sandpaper tongue
don’t know why but two animals of such disparate species trying to show their feelings to each other is much more romantic than i ever got with any of the girls i would call my girlfriends
did i tell you that i was a farm boy dealing with cows and paddy fields at some time
that was the time that i spend with my cow and dog
they are both dead now you know
i honestly don’t feel sadder for my dead dad
though he was one swell guy
probably the coolest guys i knew in life
but i didn’t love him as much as my cow and dog
its all proust-ian i know
but who gives a fuck about proust
lets just say that my cow was far wiser than him
now the whole thing breaks down to one simple question
is there any point in this whole thing
is there?
are you wise enough to read me
or am i too dumb to express what i felt
there are other possibilities
but its too cumbersome to list them all
it will be more bullshit
but even in garbage you can find lot of shit to keep you going
but then is this even garbage
there is no way i know to figure that one out
peace!
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