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I SING THE HYPERMODERN

I SING THE HYPER MODERN   1:   Mass for the lacking Ignorant minds in the information age. Loneliness in the crowd.   Vessel streams amongst space, Hoping for interact...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 18:58:00 GMT

Sassy the Cat

To Sassy the Cat   It was after work, and I sat on the doorstep of my friends house, thinking if Hemmingway could give a good hand job.  I felt at least his books could bring me some sat...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jun 2006 15:13:00 GMT

STORY, DIVINE INTOXICANT

Divine Intoxicant   Consumption lumps itself in my lungs.  His knuckles pushing towards my ribcage, stretching the tissue past the bones.        &nb...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 01:47:00 GMT

POEM, ALINA

Alina   The Imprint her face made on his hands Still stirs him to bed sheet suffocations Gripping hold Till alertness saves him from hunger.   He hated Art, But needed to fe...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 01:40:00 GMT

POEM, GANYMEDE

Ganymede.   A dilapidated man Sits in the illumination Of his desk lamps.   His shoulders, once fixed Like atlas, now slouched Like the roofs of evicted crack houses. Him...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 01:32:00 GMT

POEM, SMALL POX

SMALL POX Im not attractive enough to be deep   This conclusion comes As dullards and desperates Quote Shakespeare and Sartre, Heaving chests And stolen quotes On philosophies ...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 01:29:00 GMT

POEM, OEDIPUS PENETRATIONS

Oedipus Penetrations   It is sad that we call ourselves civilized, Sophisticated, Charming, Artists in what primitives Harshly do.   Though Primitives can speak, We supposedl...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 01:24:00 GMT

POEM, EVOLUTIONAL DISCOURSE

Evolutional Discourse   I had a friend who once asked If you fill a press room with millions of chimpanzees, How long will it take for them to accidentally Make all of Shakespeares work...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 01:15:00 GMT

I love my life.

You scored as Nihilism. Your life is marked by strong Nihilism:  You feel that nothing in the world, even your life, has much or any meaning. "For out of fear and need each religion is born, cr...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jan 2006 21:01:00 GMT

Wrecking Crew

I went to Tea Land so that I could meet an ex.  Sad, I watched them tear appart the last part of the place so that they can put up a Bagle shop. I keep on thinking about Bogart in Casablanca.&nb...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Dec 2005 23:20:00 GMT