spends a lot of time on the toliet, staring into
the
britney spears stickers
the toliet being the french for brian mihok's wisconsinite muse, brian mihok being a prince
of disaster.  Brian was constantly covered in bruise colored clots.
because the world is against saints, and brian mihok is a saint.  also, cute!
there is something grand about precise bewilderment, variations in light and the word blue.
blue is brian, for it is not easy to be a prince.
And therein lies the gripe: a pigeon cooing cannot
soothe the sadness of brian's soul, worried for the good of the world, && the penguins
want not to want anything anymore
kombucha bitches unite
Brian Mihok likes eating bread shaped like ducks
I am friends with Brian Mihok
and he is a friends with a birds, which speak
and he finds the literary tweaks
in his cuts of fruit and the crest of his salad
who is brian mihok?  a prince, a prince no man can know.
With fingers like string cheese, who wants to be vegan anymore?
the vegans cam in Puerto Rico and refused to eat beans because of fear of lard preservation
the vegans cam in new jersey
on vegan cam 3 a close-up of sanctified milk
the husband of danger draws closer like an obvious window pane
cracking and letting the glass go. And so the husband
was born from an egg shell and had wings like a multiplying zombie kiss
there were four things about him
that divided into eighteen things. Each one became like a heart, but with leaves beside them
brian should be careful not to abandon his friends, even when cooler ones come around