The Mumps Of The Yam by Carolyn DeCarlo & Jackson Nieuwland
You can only sleep at night.
You’ve never actually made a fire.
The camera is inside the fire.
It makes fire hover above it.
I’m the 23rd best in the world.
Does anyone even know what I’m doing yet?
Did you ask Ryan?
I mean Jordan I mean Max I mean Connor.
I’ll draw an animal.
Keep on drawing.
Masturbate before work.
You’ve never seen a real life reindeer.
Your eyes look very strange.
This is my pet even though it can’t move.
I don’t know how to draw a witch.
I do not like horses because I haven’t seen them.
Little kids don’t even know how to draw snowmen.
Can you draw a hat on top of this?
I’m going to draw a tree.
Caro used to be one but now she’s not.
I’m only allowed two people and she’s allergic to dogs.
Did you know dogs only have three paws?
If you want to know what colour her nose is it’s black.
I like most colours but I don’t like rainbow.
If you stand up your leg might even break off.
You’re dead because I ate every part of you except your legs.
I don’t eat hats.
The stars began to fade. It was a gradual process, taking thousands of years. It was so gradual that no one noticed it happening. Then one day the stars were gone and because no one noticed it had no effect on anything.
I am self-obsessed
I keep clicking the rings on the box
I am writing in the box
I am smiling but I don’t need to
Someone should name their entire existence The Grinch
I am Thomas Pynchon’s son
I hold your penis at night
This is a new ebook that Hemmingway shat in your asshole
You are the ebook
I am a sentence
I keep clicking the world
I am continuously putting me in the bath
I want to find everything blue
Things have a shadow of blood
I turn words into control
You are a new tab
Writers hold your waste, form it
I don’t write recently
I never used to
People are siamese
I am multiple babies
I have control
I can’t remember
I feel a bad thing
What you email seems wise
I went to a toilet that gets smaller when we’re sleeping
I think of the past when I had a piano
I forget every time
Dead people say things were okay
People are definitely dead
Jackson is not really clever
I need podcasts
I feel bad
Your job is called Jackson
I feel emotional
My vagina is running out
I hold the smell of what people would die so quickly for
I hate my dreams
At night we perceive things
This is running out
Short, declarative sentences
I’m already at all the weddings
I enjoy the box
I smuggle the dark in front
I find my life saving device
The journey of the eye
Writers are all questions
Sometimes I feel bad in the moment
I am a bad thing
I am the rings on the girl
I walk around the eye of entitlement
I had the same sense of myself
I’m more than the lazy dog story
I am a boy
My life is ruining my new tumblr
There is writing in it
I’m ahead of having fun
I have the things themselves
Each fragment glows
I need to communicate what I have no concept of
You have you, I have an iPod
I’d rather be about myself
Willis Plummer keeps having fun
I am a life saving device
The cold bubbles seep under my future self