Untouchable |
I've ceased to be the saucer that is spun upon a rod,instead I have become some kind of saucer-spinning god.
This could be some analogy for 'having too much on',but those days of being crypt...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Jun 2008 17:32:00 GMT |
Genesis |
Genesis was a city of contradictions.
A sprawling mass of self-governing ghetto populated, largely, by the unimaginably depraved splayed a neo-Communist nucleus.
Centrally, ...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jan 2008 13:27:00 GMT |
Plod |
Get up then.
Give it a magic rub.
Posted by on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 14:05:00 GMT |
Hope |
Hope.
I remember you! Look how bright!
... how high you fly.
Anticipate unfolding narrativewith open eyes.
Again.
Posted by on Sun, 19 Aug 2007 06:45:00 GMT |
My Own Personal Satan (2007) |
Inky Blackness. Stillness. Stars. but a flurry of activity
I get a sense that the universe takes over.That, or my most carnal of desires. That, or the volatile child within (i hate that guy).
Please d...
Posted by on Wed, 23 May 2007 11:21:00 GMT |
Suck and Die |
Today life was not the catwalk.
Today I could not speak.
Posted by on Thu, 17 May 2007 13:54:00 GMT |
On Bruce Nauman |
Delusions of genius permeatemy isolation;the tortured artist with each of his tragic accessories.
Neon tubes of rainbow colours flare in my subconscious.Their light, like hope...
Posted by on Tue, 15 May 2007 13:02:00 GMT |
Did you? |
One should be oblivious to the insignificant things in life.
Well, that or deeply avoidant.
Posted by on Mon, 14 May 2007 17:01:00 GMT |
Night Has Descended |
Attachment, reproach and fearhave been transposed by a volatile, seethinghatred of life's injustices.
Replaced by daggersformed by words contrived to cut.
The hollowness of promises!The emptiness of...
Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 14:43:00 GMT |
What's my motivation? |
Vibrant colours,innate smile,affected gait.
You get the picture.
Posted by on Sat, 05 May 2007 09:03:00 GMT |
