birth of a transcendent |
there stood a man.on his hand, a footprint of his life.he had lived up till then when he sensed, with his eye,future times, in the clouds, in the skies, then he bled:there lay a babe. in her brain, sh...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 15:19:00 GMT |
the adding game |
since i started being a little more aggressive online i've noticed that i've been getting tons of friend requests. the problem, you ask? they're mostly from other bands/musicians, and as much as i sup...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jan 2008 21:28:00 GMT |
the self reaches out |
i'd have to say that this batch of songs is the first batch that i feel desperately need to be heard by everyone. when you're a musician, that is the point, really, to be heard. to grab someone, and s...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 16:09:00 GMT |
the digital democracy |
this new tool, this myspace, this facebook, this internet, these text messages, the cell phones and cell phone cameras, they used to scare me. i would shun them and think they were heralding the end o...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 14:57:00 GMT |
sleeping king |
too tired to:hold your handsteal your heartlet you make love to me during the day with the window openstrum and sing to you via internetlet me sleep here like a stone in a lakecover me in moss because...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 16:57:00 GMT |
loveletter |
i walked beneath the canvas sky creation and you hit me with insistent punk rock rum drums. the nuance in the notes, you gave me that, dropped it from the sky like a raindrop frozen still for me ...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 16:49:00 GMT |
the day the world explodes |
somewhere, swimming in deep pacific ocean, is a scary bearded fish named Carnival, who knows all and breathes all and pities you. and in ten years Carnival will be captured by a fat bearded ...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 15:58:00 GMT |
a warning to the schooled |
i fired up manifestos of the sum of my existence.i explicated shakesperian sonnets.i saw the world in mind-control-terms.i essayed my way into magna cum laude.and today i edit school lunch menus.
Posted by on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 15:00:00 GMT |
cigs in the morn |
cigarettes for breakfast:once i had a teacher who taught how to feel woozy faulkner in the morning, and cigarettes for breakfast.don't brush your teeth, but let the summer ants crawlall over you.once...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 15:07:00 GMT |
it's obvious |
my writing is suffering. i can tell.
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jul 2007 17:34:00 GMT |
