Mao

November 10, 2009

The Chairman

The Chairman

Mao Reading horoscopes in the bathroom. Mao embarrassed by his mole.

Mao alone on Thanksgiving, eating pudding with his fingers.

Mao wearing rings in the dark.

Mao with his mom at the store, running into his fifth-grade teacher.

Mao’s friend Dominic not calling to sleep over.

Mao screaming fucker! as he falls during double-dutch.

Mao bad-mouthing Yosemite just to rile his dad.

Mao filling his condom with water to check for any holes.

Mao tired of lasagne for dinner. Mao sick from Grandpa’s breath.

Mao running from commitment.

Mao caught shaving his legs. Mao twisting apple stems as he says the alphabet. Mao stopping on G for Gina.

Mao licking stamps and enjoying the glue.

Mao tipping cows.

Mao finding arrowheads the day his neighbor shoots himself in the head.

Mao peeing off the Great Wall because why the fuck not?

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Wet Dream Mao

Mao not trusting his roommate. Mao ignoring his stutter.

Mao playing too rough with his nephew. Mao not slurping his soup in Japan.

Mao losing his compass in the museum and going back with his dad to find it.

Mao pulling on his scrotum.

Mao saying pistol-whip like he says it all the time.

Mao making faces at babies. Mao nudging ducks into water. Mao sucking helium to say Sacagawea, but no one is laughing. Not even his best-friend Murray.

Mao missing another orgy.

Mao dying in quicksand.

Mao licking women’s feet. Mao skipping the perfect stone five skips past his brother’s.

Mao electric. Mao in a sepia dream. Mao checking people’s tickets. Mao struggling with a hangnail.

Mao sitting still.

Mao with an indian burn. Mao all alone in the sauna.

Mao standing on the Great Wall again, sorry for what he has done.

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1 Freelance Bicyclist November 10, 2009 at 11:10 pm

Um, yeah.

Listen up everybody. Uh, The Murky Fringe knows what it’s doing. So, rest easy, and go tell someone else to aim higher. Because The Murk is in the fucking clouds. The really high clouds, like at the edge of the atmosphere. Up at the top of being up, where up turns into something else.

The Murky Fringe is up there.

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2 mika November 11, 2009 at 7:33 am

this is fucking genius

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