HELP HELP I’M BEING REPRESSED!!! |
IN RESPONSE TO THE LINDSAY LOHAN BLOG THAT I SEE ON THE LOGIN SCREEN; THIS DIATRIBE HAS BEEN DELETED 12 TIMES ON HER "BLOG"
MORE ENLIGHTENE D, HOLLYWOOD TRIPE COURTESY OF AN ADDLED-PAT E...
Posted by Mr.Troska on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 09:02:00 PST |
America and the Morning. |
"It was the meanest, unkempt ghetto this side of the sixteenth century and it lay between her legs"
My favorite line from an old rag, I wrote it in 2003 and it's the only noteworthy sentace that I wro...
Posted by Mr.Troska on Fri, 23 May 2008 02:31:00 PST |
Depth of Field |
My feet are leaving the ground, I'm rising out of my seat, out of body and into the ether. I just had to let them all know in the end...But it's no bother to me now, as I drift over ...
Posted by Mr.Troska on Wed, 21 May 2008 03:14:00 PST |
Dream Dystopia: Flashburns in Olympia. |
They herd conservatives into eco-friendly, ergonomically designed slaughterhouses to be terminated to the sound of "ode to joy" After the disassembly lines, the assorted appendages are boiled in 100 g...
Posted by Mr.Troska on Tue, 20 May 2008 03:15:00 PST |
On the precipice of collapse. |
Transcribed from a recording made this morning.
Another night in perdition:
"I'm still wrangling with fear and overladen with many valices packed to the hinges with hurt that I've yet to divest myself...
Posted by Mr.Troska on Mon, 05 May 2008 01:52:00 PST |
The admonition of individual enterprise. |
Petty, short sighted fascists, I abhor thee, I abhor thee...
The suppression of innovation and the admonition of individual enterprise and valor.
I see these crimes perpetrated by scheming, super...
Posted by Mr.Troska on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 08:57:00 PST |
1961 |
..>
..>
1961
The dream has ceased to be -
17th of September 1945
"I watched with curiosity as the Tiger II's tracks flattened the sandbags before our machinegun implacements, it's mai...
Posted by Mr.Troska on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 08:27:00 PST |
Culled from my internet travels |
Man is by nature an invasive species, tear assing through history with the flaming sword of civilization and leaving desolation in his wake. If I may be forward, I'd dare say that you my dear lady ne...
Posted by Mr.Troska on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 12:18:00 PST |
Submerged Life |
this is the cruel impetus
for utimely
death.
Negative space resides where my youth should
I look back on the years with repose,
the lack of memories, the abundant
sunshine and poppies, wh...
Posted by Mr.Troska on Tue, 01 Jan 2008 10:09:00 PST |
Year in Review |
Do you ever get there?
Scratching your hands in public, feeling the burn of
their eyes sizing you up as you wiggle around the skillet,
steaming mad, and hopping glad into the g...
Posted by Mr.Troska on Tue, 25 Dec 2007 09:30:00 PST |
