mathew mayflower wylder

i have endless needs wants desires dreams interests attempts angles drifts ploys agendas and premeditated views and order i wish i would make more love with my accordian and give it all the love it needs i like my wurlitzer electric piano more than most things i feel i have been built up crashed wrecked and put away wet like a threeded shredden armani suit ripp off with ideals fantasys and purpose i am you typical kid with a dream and vision to utilize mine and the people i love respect and admire and am surrounded by to utilize are creative potential and ability to express and create and believe and i am pretty much exposed by your typical communial theoligal magical monumental start finish continual what ever it is and all and all when all that really gets me off is to have a heart to heart conversation and i try but lately i havent gotten off in a while and i feel that i wish i could talk to tsomeone endlessly and openly and really cover alot of territory but really it seems that people are trains and they either get abondaned go slow fast jump track stay on track trasport things or drive empty harbor bums and stow aways make it where there going or not they still are people or trains and clothes are silly shreds of crashing birds i am from the midwest and i was born in normal illinois and i have continuoulsy been an outsided cast off seemingly non ordinary reciptical of the innability to function in a :typical way" but i m not worried because what does that mean i in no means am aphoristica nd i complicate over bound and completly clutter everything with many underlined meanings memerorys sentiments ive been horribly blessed with positive happenings and provided in ways but i hope to escape all this someday and just leave and release myself of individuality and seperatness or any attachment to any inatimate or any object in general but i dunno even if there is a purpose i truly have faith that i brains would have the whos and whats to do what is purposfully fufilling and right and whatever in the neverending ridiculous that is statmentlessly lighthouse arithmetic cadmian barrel boy playing the fiddle in a waffel iron wearing a small plaid vest in a vessel of frothe in the pacific ocean playing painting eggs with ely whitneys body paint problem and if your addictied to your self good i guess that i like rocks alot there is so much potential with rocks and the way they take shape and rest for along time contently i really think of rocks as alive im no geoligist thoughtrouble making couch grabbin stool kickin boulder gazing fragment dodgin glass blowin bench ticklesh glue coventin clamp stickerspiral staircase phono graph synthetic facial expressions dynamite handshake glass opera camera dolphin turnip tulip tuppee gizzard stand pulpit hula hanging buzzard spitting goulash embalmeri really wish to be an inanimate object when i wake up but still have teh ability so mentally impose anything and thus creating what makes this rotating revolving kitchen on hinges in via duct sewer system spinning like engine fly wheels and squeeling like the sound of the pipes creaking with an axious angst itchin to jpopa man a plan a canal panamaspice rack- the delever of a host of holys digesting the syracuse low life engine routercoma chicken spinning sideswaysits funny to predescribe judgment prior to witnessing hourits also silly when people are delightfull trash compactedstar is rats backwardswillow bark is asprinlapsus memerai- lapse in memory latin orthadox angelig inscripteion typically industrious and valumenitly lusterious glimmer in gods hourwhats under the floor boards and in the matress pith and whats not really intersting is that everythin about this damn planet is so dimensional and forceful and refuses to let down the guard of perpetulistic truncheon cityi often wonder if one day aLL THE oragantangs in the world will someday turn in to vegtables