Numbers and Air and Nothing. |
So, These mirrors,Indeed one, I do, Everything isgoing to fall apart if not in twoby two by twoThese number puzzles baffle & intrigue me.What most is threefrom two and two from two.And four from two ...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Jan 2010 13:32:00 GMT |
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slowly from the outside things get colderit must be how things die.moving in from outwards to the core of one's being.time stops and it all gets cold.and your spine feels like nothing flows.
Posted by on Sun, 29 Mar 2009 17:15:00 GMT |
i don't fucking know. |
it really is as it is, isn't it?patterns and tendencies.no growing.no evolution.they are as they were in the beginning.and forever will be.mere motions.as they are. what is.
Posted by on Sun, 29 Mar 2009 17:01:00 GMT |
feels. |
You know, I liketo feel thosevibrationsI get whenmuttering wordsfrom my throat, They are realand carnal
and whispers just...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Feb 2009 06:28:00 GMT |
Stuck. |
Two feet back and oneto the left, you are hovering behind me.I cannot movemy neck, but i hear youin my gut and my eyes go soft like in dreams. You can't feel them.And their gaze turns awkwardly up, my...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Feb 2009 15:55:00 GMT |
c’est la whatever. |
Unknown. &nbs
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p; &nbs
p; ...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Dec 2008 04:19:00 GMT |
ohno |
oh, shriveled infertile seed;inept and barren, succulent womb.absurdist pleasure abound!pathetic being, climaticless prose.fruitless fruit. functionality, no.
Posted by on Sun, 14 Dec 2008 01:11:00 GMT |
cold pink space. |
oh, maps.i waited for youto comefuck me andsit quietly on the sofawhile the static cushioned usaseggs nestled safely in a carton.the gearswere stuckmotionless in time merecubic meters away and itwarme...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Dec 2008 07:57:00 GMT |
persevering irrational value. |
You were (and are) always worth my time. And isn't that all, really, that counts? Enough to fight my pen for you to write this down. Time you don't know, and, certainly, never will...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Dec 2008 22:26:00 GMT |
matters of grave importance. |
relative objectivity doesn't matter to the chick with liquor for bloodand a plastic face. does the publiceven matter anymore? integrity ofinformation is a little boy scoringa goal in the third world--...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Dec 2008 01:51:00 GMT |
