April is the cruelest month
The cruelest of the most cruel months month
Also National Load Heavy Cardstock Into Your Printer Month, Throw Your Dad’s Bandana in the Wash Month, and
Acknowledge Maternal Ass Duress Month
April is a mood
April is a mope
It’s the moo
It’s the fucking moo
Stirring mixing clutching breeding bleeding branches burning burning burning
Breeding and more bleeding and more warm dead branches more clutching and yeah: breeding
And drying
Don’t forget the drying
The drying tubers
And fucking lilacs
Fucking lilac snow and dead rain
And cruel mopeds
Fucking cruel mopeds neither living nor dead
How about a little drowning?
And bit of dull life in the drowning?
How about some Earth feeding on the drowning?
Some sweaty faces in the stony places and the shouting and the crying and the we who were living are now dying?
Or a fuckful forgetting with warm dead breeding fucking us dry in the ugly lilac snow?
And Death undoing?
Death — doing and undoing with cruel unstoppered unguents and strange synthetic cruelty perfumes troubled confused and drowning in odours drowning fattening and flung into the dancery burning green and orange foaming fomenting more Earth and more roots and jesus h. christ more desire and lilacs and snow and dead rain
Don’t forget the dead fucking rain
And all of us breeding the fucking roots keeping us up with dead feelings and life stirring the withered stumps the chuckles canals and gashouses the whores morons and idiots a welcome indifference to whining mandolins fucking my humble beneficent spiders the lean solicitors everything fucking the life out of everything just fuckest me the fuck out hurry up please its time
Yeah, I know, I do this every year. Or maybe I just did it last year for the first time? Either way . . . Happy Cruelest Month, everyone! So happy to be NaPoWriMo-ing with you all once again.
Holy shit xo
It is so time!
FUCKEST ME THE FUCK OUT HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME indeed
It’s the fucking moo!