Cotes Du Rhone |
The blood of Christ left a dry and crusty film over lips pressed and chapped from the cold and dry breezes of the weeks. Cheaper blood this time than the last. This time it was rotten a...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Dec 2007 03:24:00 GMT |
Re: Re: |
I'm still coming to get you, I haven't forgotten my promise. I still love cigarettes and the way they burn in the dark. I still can't find an end in sight to my lack of interest in this world, and I s...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 02:05:00 GMT |
Small nn-fixtion |
Blogs are so stupid right? I mean, to actually think you have something to offer the world; to reconcile with and/or introduce your ideas with the external physical community, how naive! It is truly m...
Posted by on Tue, 22 May 2007 05:04:00 GMT |
Constructive Self-Destructive |
Destruction, wrath, violence, and pain may be necessary to the human animal, but it is not necessary that these be inflicted upon others or outwardly. If these energies must be express...
Posted by on Wed, 09 May 2007 03:55:00 GMT |
April's seasoning |
Meandering about the town like a lucid serpent, tightly encased in fresh scales that came with spring.
So long winter, I'm going to miss you.
Posted by on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 03:37:00 GMT |
Bangin pots and pans |
I gotta start bangin on alluminum,
I gotta bridge patios and clear barnacles off the whales backs,
kill time, mummify it, and drag it around town,
pluck leaves yourself, be fall, and solstice to...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 03:17:00 GMT |
The Beautiful Game |
Today, the greatest sports event known to mankinde begins. 90 mins. x 64 matches / 30 some days = sleep deprivation for millions and one of the greatest months for humanity in four years.
I'm ha...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jun 2006 01:16:00 GMT |
Black Light |
In some peoples' nightmares I appear wearing black and light shines from my face...at that point anxiety is extinguished and the dreamer awakes, secure.
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jun 2006 00:58:00 GMT |
Untitled |
My computer told me it loved me this evening. As I walked past one of the rooms in my house, something spoke. My computer said, "I love you." Rather than being completely in shock when the machin...
Posted by on Tue, 30 May 2006 22:36:00 GMT |
Persona non Grata |
Persona non grata
(A message from the sponsors of my ego*)
There is a difference between girls and women:
I am no pedophile little girl.
A woman, house of currents, can bathe in streams and not wet he...
Posted by on Tue, 02 May 2006 16:47:00 GMT |
