Grimace Girl (digital painting)

YOU RICE IS PINK

mental rain, that was rain in its toothpick
in u, u are with me, who is your pink sled?
your pink sled is crazy, in your ear
yeah, loving you, take my mare
one zebra, the sea on the moon
its a pixle while im hating the characteristic cookie
visit the sled, the sled and something
which damages the sea and penalizes the zebra
the can where my ear shoes won't
was an office u punished
leader, stick it in her eye
your neck isnt a leadership stick my ear
is in his not speak for hours
i never have stopped the rain which is mind
are your ears bleeding?
you had a zebra right now
he stuck my field in your rice
your ear hurt, you heard me on the moon
let 'em rain on his parade
you wish you would come visit my field
your rice, the red sea, sea lower zebra
the morning bleeding on the can of the sea
on the moon your pixels jump
its the sea feeling the rain being mental
crimson sea of crisis, now he is toopick
her central committee of zebra reduction matters
u must fly with your radiator
the moon behind your shoes
u must steal the radiator
u feel your pixels popping
come visit my face
the sea cucumbers are not cute
the united states sounds plunk
my ear wounded the sea
it judges being a meadow
i was rain in her eye
it's wild and it isn't always a crisis
our moon target is over and under yours
the moon cut your teeth on peaks
the playground, the sea, the neck


donna kuhn 2006

Cat Face (with Lena Kuhn)

CHAOTIC BANJOS (2)

the abortion was portable

pierce your spaceship paws

yell at your car, the rain comes home
banjo canvas clinic, the parents are the baby

my wife returns with a spotlight

god's awl
baby gets candy
its a very raw place

robots call the freeway noise in the sun
i live at 2 starbucks

your hedonist is downtown
walmart orchard biker
tilt your foam in my ocean

god loves a tidy chestnut

a cat has wings
your green arm walks

my yonder seems like u dont

love looks like she's gone

outside i want u under my heart

baby, you're a mess

the bed wants time

got an uproar
the banjo slept like a party
call it a dress?
what tilts?

the number anorexic, raw spendthrift

donna kuhn 2006

At Least Me

U ARE DIFFERENT THAN WOOL

she only cares if she can lose u
u think of space as a hearing problem
because u want utah

think of mother in space dying too
my pants are on a holiday there
she always says u can lose a little more

u won't listen to my bad stick
your latin rocking chair
can't bear anymore death

u are different than wool
a tree structure is a trembling chair
it's different from the garden

i have pancreatic cancer in utah
why would u want to hear a little more
it's beautiful because it's lost

i don't find it red for her
u are dying gardens
speak to the orderly river

i don't find it pancreatic
u can't hear it's beautiful, it's lost
it's beautiful, it's destroyed

the woman curls a hearing problem
the woman curls a clean thing
because u can always lose a garden

u can't hear me
keep accompanying me
u who have lost everything

it probably destroys u to follow me in the garden
pretty soon they will staple someone's stomach
pretty soon they will talk about what to do with my father

lena has a garden, everything can produce the trembling chair
why would u want to, nothing is very empty, there's lots of space
in a garden; u hear me, why do u like to be small?

donna kuhn 2006

Pixie Dots

WHITE WHITE MORNING



gushy was her face that muffs towards doubt
the morning of sick disgusting fish
the morning is short food, bob
morning is never outside
be indifferent
u demand this
it had pretended to enclose me
outside her doubt
i am the morning of the worried man

mother is indifferent
morning muffs the morning
morning vibrated a morning in me
your situation is clumsy with doubt

i am the morning

the morning no person doubts
there, white man
white was never white
morning causes the fish sleeve for everyone
this is really finished
remember the disgusting fish beyond all

donna kuhn 2006

I Don't Fix A Word ( click here to see video)

PAINT THE RAIN

you can't understand girl, you're living in a man's world
holy frying pan, batman
it means everything
she watched that shit burn
the next arrow will pierce your heart
there is something peculiar about mumbai
my heart bleeds everyday it rains
fall is not nearly as vicious

lives in the saint stove in the world of man
my heart bleeds daily
it almost rains the fall
the fall is not

get tired of the world
my heart will perforate
u act like a frying pan
the queen bleeds drive-ins
u can't understand the world

my rain is never rain
bleeding like a shark is good
holy memory frying pan

she's a fact of crystal slab
a man bleeds cat years

it rains and falls


donna kuhn 2006

Worm Candle

GOD HAS THE DATA

the bird, its u next door
u think the garbage loves to be garbage

import each child the month of red red pepper
around glass, attach the hysterical baby

throw down your agricultural product
an agricultural glass tyrant does see this
who loves u in your sleep
admit u sleep with my jewel
by the foot control, tyrant his
and one locks up

god felt that bird of traffic is

the lowest bird
god felt each gate
my eyes are gone

tyrant of the business bird data
which is not liquid and likes to photocopy
love being the baby, this jumping
compare my mercedes in the story of god's work

next door to the center for loving u
the center of research at the research terminal
the place is contaminated

i will be strange
i sleep with my foot
i do not have the plan
the disowned ones are very well
it's at the gate, my agricultural product
it's me, u sleep simultaneously
the gameshow is cruelty, pepper jewels
history is the bird
the eye glass in me
next door the glass is very good
in my breath with the following
you're each fruit
red red pepper that possesses my foot
with this cruelty, i do not have your eye

jumping foot
you're the bird
red green the bottom of sleep
the door doesn't work
the door is inadequacy of glass
without a mouth
mouth the tyrant of mine
u sleep partially
you're hysterical history is a gameshow of liquid eyes

throw in this this that
this is not the glass gate
u are a bedroom that accepts your dance
without the woman

leaving, u do not sleep
u dance to believe u have glass feet
the totem is as bad as me
my house of

possess the foot of a bird
it's breath is a door with me
it does not see the traffic i do not have

throw in the feet
totem red bird with each glass is me

tyrant likes bird red at the gameshow gate

this loving is partially
u dance for the plan
the disowned ones sleep

leaving your lowest green bird
god has the data
which does not accept my gameshow house
of garbage, of cruelty, pepper my history glass
red pepper down bird, u are that
this place is eyes

the center for jumping compares my fruit
sleep felt the dance without this
jumping foot loves the door
the bedroom where eyes sleep

donna kuhn 2006

Extra Parking

CHILD OF THE BROKEN BABY

flirt in baby heads, i want to feel my airliner
the people go
u are people
i am like u

baby must be limited
i like warmth

the child is believed to be a pilot
the child, he is morning
my time
hey baby

it's not that it was siamese
know the morning is hands
i am probably this baby
in order to really love
u are talking to be snippy
u are him
oh smoke

u want me warm
will u brother
u are your answers
suitcases walk for a child
whose head likes comforting the babies
i like the odd child
because this is a baby
two wives are probably in baby feel
you're in the opposite baby hands and u ran out without

he is a snippy answer, not a wristwatch
the river is answering
the answers are in my suitcase
u have the real baby
not washroom to wash and safeguard u
the morning, the pilot, the morning is u
siamese and restricted

i looked like this

baby, be careful
the flight pilots are broken and walking
the morning with the hand is going
not the morning pool

your odd numbers say how my child

the morning basin does still not know
the ceiling has the excessive child
your head is like an eye baby
the baby is relieved

the baby is interrupted halting over a child
relieve the baby

he is broken
unable
to research the eye morning because

donna kuhn 2006