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Let’s wear stardust on our eyes and glitter until the night gets quiet. Then we’ll sleep -- while the dregs of our gluttony spin us another dream.

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Ever so unsated, this eyesore: Overflowing his kneecaps, pressing quills into his head as he is forced to REMEMBER! When words were flowers and declarations struck like thunderclaps and all of that. Back when halos weren’t merely the crowns of tyrants. Back before he was born.Forgotten fairytales. And myths retold. Shrinkwrapped, stamped. Resold w/a new bright hook inside of it/a new logo. Nuked to take the dust away. Tastes like chicken but rots in the gut. And don't forget. To climb down on your knees at night.We drifted through moonlight until. We reached the edge of this river and beyond. It stretched a vast maw of eternity greeting. Us with lightless eyes. And sightless smiles.Bring on the zombies. I've mowed down an entire back lot of the bastards and they're still thick like fly butter. Chainsaw's running out of gas and the supporting cast's been devoured. I'm still waxing heroic. But who'll cut the soundtrack?

My Blog

Scrubbing her Medusa

She took her Medusa & scrubbed it real clean. Pumice for the stone chips & soap for the serpents. Fed them apples & they rose up like a chorus of garden sprinklers. And by the time she wo...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 06:50:00 GMT

Everynight

Under the coverlet crashing waves crashing waves crashing waves Sweet cherry pie wave upon wave ofit pummeling (sweet) cherry pie pummeling. Dreams I've riffled through (birthday cakes blasphemy sm...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 06:47:00 GMT

Totems of nightcap

Oh tote  ms of nightcap  Brandy,vod ka, GinRum, Rye Whisk  y(sourmash) why must    your spirits in habit, upon in vitation, so gently go?      &nbs...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 06:43:00 GMT

Lips licked, Adonis

Lips licked, Adonis' too-bright pupils trained on petals blooming, studies   how bees wax   poetic at the sigh of  roses twittering   birds hitch wings on unsuspecting breezes sk...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 06:36:00 GMT

Lil Green Men in Lil Green Suits

Cats be nimmle. Cats be quick. Cats be ridin dey pogo stick. But cats ain quick like dis.   Hoppin' like a Mario Bro. Maybe one you ain know. Lil Fergy, bro widda leaky knees. Anyway. Dey swif. ...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 06:31:00 GMT

Luv Like Jimmay

Inna future, robots is hustlas. Here dey story:              Larry inna Silva Lizzad Lounge. He drinkin Kentucky bourbon on ice. Chuck da ice each...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 06:28:00 GMT

Fred's Little Nino

Tattoo says "Fred" Dude got it one drunk night down in Juarez. Regret it? Nah. Not Fred. Dude doesn't sweat the small stuff. Like what his arm says. He thinks about bigger things. Like that other thin...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 06:27:00 GMT

Chinese Menu Dragon

Tattoo of a dragon twisting, red flames licking, nostrils spouting curly-q upon curly-q of smoke streaming like pennants across her shoulder. Kind of Asian but not exactly. Like maybe the dude was dru...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 06:25:00 GMT

Fred's Passion (Tink Pays a Visit)

Dusk descends. Sky like a bruise administered by a baseball bat & then like a funeral veil & allah that. They got Freddie Flynt-Stone nailed up on his rails & allah that. Been peddling din...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 07:03:00 GMT