i realized i had fallen in love with guava paste and you again in my funny holcaust sort of way.

it gave me a reason to leave the house after midnight. guava paste did.

i could have amours with guava paste. adventures.

threatening exchanges of power in which i lose my place in my mainframe and know i may actually give my soul over completely to guava paste.

the way that god is always sexual. guava paste is sexual.

the words "guava paste" made me just go through right now and change all my upper case I's to lower cas i's.

i had typed "the word's" instead of the grammatically=-correct "the words" and guava paste pitied me.

guava paste said. that i was so insecure i fixed it.

i try to think what edward weston would make of guava paste. probably tina modotti would do better with guava paste or sally mann.

because the darkness of the guava would look nice in black and white.

guava paste looks like congealed blood sometimes.

how much more so in black and white.

it looks like a libation in the underworld, guava paste. like in homer the dead women would kneel like animals and lick with their tongues at the guava paste. the way odysseus saw his mother catlike lick blood in the underworld.

guave paste comes to bring not peace but a sword which you will need to open the can and enjoy it.

annie liebowitz would make guava paste bloody itself for a picture like she did with pete townsend. and dave lachapelle would just fuck with guava paste's sense of secure self to get a great photo.

he would ask guava paste to get fucked on camera. by someone guava paste hated.

i don't know if guava paste would do it or not. probably it would laugh and then maybe do it.

it's a paste and it has no problem with the guava part of its pastiness.

the guavophobic have a place in this world too. but we should pity them.

some people are evil with guava paste. they may have g.p. issues.

i think they are bowing down to guava paste. or guava paste just isn't in the mood for that "pronoun attitude."

this is what i imagine guava paste saying even though it's not a snob.

i love to eat guava paste by myself or with other pronouns I know.

mostly the others thought guava paste overrated. so I left them.

i won't kill people over guava paste.

don't ask me to.

one day somebody referred to me as "that paste eater over there" and I felt suddenly vaguely ashamed, though before no shame had fallen between me and guava paste.

"For thine is the shadow" I whisper to the guava paste as I pick it up in Aisle 4 in the last grocery store my father ever shopped in. before he died horribly.

in the middle of the night in a pretty empty grocery store, nobody else is thinking about guava paste.

i think about my father. the guava paste. my father.

he shopped here and i could be using a cart he used seven years ago. i could be putting my guava paste in his cart though this is the only item i'm buying so this is crazy.

what will the cashier think with just the guava paste and empty space in her hands?

so maybe i AM a guava-paster.

but those words can fuckin' hurt, alright? maybe i didn't feel like being called a guava paster today.

even if i did like eat guava paste just an hour ago.

people who say nothing is really like anything else will never belong to the cult of guava paste.

things are so too like. a dog dies and you get a new dog. don't be hatin on guava paste.

soo too like. guave paste.

because guava paste is definitely like cranberry sauce. a lot.

sickeningly sweet my lover says and spits out guava paste.

it feels such a betrayal of what guava paste is trying to give him.

guava paste comes in a somewhat attractive metal can and is made by Goya. You will find it in the exotic section of your exotic grocery store with your exotic mind.

goya makes other good things beside guava paste but guava paste is one of the most resistant products they make.

it would be easier to kill a state senator than it is to open that guava paste can.

but probably less rewarding. than guava paste.

because guava paste is delicious and non-confrontational food.

let it dissolve on your tongue and you can taste what seems to be red crystals of guava paste.

guava paste could have been used to create interesting set elements in the wizard of oz but i don't believe it was.

once you've had guava paste's stiffness you will realize cranberry sauce is really a pushover. pussy form of paste.

cranberry sauce will pretend to be bicurious but guava paste will just come out and say its bi.

guava paste doesn't pussyfoot around the gender tree.

guava paste tastes better if you leave it on a plate for a long time in your fridge.

eventually the congealing of guava paste congeals more.

it turns sickly sweet with time and guava paste is like chekhov after he doesn't need to keep diaries anymore.

guava paste has made its peace with death and style.

guava paste knows the future exists but doesn't believe it will be as cute as everybody thinks.

guava paste doesn't have that last shred of dignity to which you're alluding.

guava paste thinks it's more of your damn sophistry.

guava paste would greatly appreciate it if you didn't mind its leaving the room of your body now with a little dignity some might call aggressive silence.

but guava paste knows this is more of your jedi mind tricks.

guava paste knows the only real mystery is incarnation.

and incarnation is only talking to guava paste, if at all, when guava paste is alone in the depth of the night inside its metal can.

guava paste doesn't say the serenity prayer then either like a puss.

guava paste feels the stiffening of guavaness all through its molecules.

and its soul turns upon itself like a dead friend's favorite song. or guava paste.

sickly sweet is not sickeningly sweet guava paste says as it uses its tom cruise samurai sword to take your head off with one sweep.

guava paste leaves the pity at the pity laundromat like gertrude stein.

gertrude stein would have loved guava paste's zinginess, but sadly they were not contemporaries in this life.