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Metal scraping metal rusty old gears stained with shit little rust shit stains more and more gripping lacerating filling variables infinite loop shining sun breaking down fun without smiling people li... Posted by Rocky on Fri, 09 May 2008 03:03:00 PST |
I saw trees and I made the world out of lumber. |
The little whore, she dreamt, she dreamt of things that were beautiful and sublime, never said that she dreamt but I assumed that she did, I always assume that whores dream about things I can't unders... Posted by Rocky on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 08:42:00 PST |
For the walls spoke volumes to the young and illcald children of the celestial. |
The fools are rewarded and the whores exalted and they relish the light of love that is cast upon them while I rot in the dank shadows and I demand, albeit childishly, so many things from this world a... Posted by Rocky on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 07:47:00 PST |
Ode to the cosmic orgasm and oragami. |
Sending out genital pulsations over a bruised and battered sky I wonder, while trying desperately to pleasure myself to photographs of women whom I will never meet or the have pleasure of rubbing swea... Posted by Rocky on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 12:56:00 PST |
Interpreter of mechanical vibrations. |
Back to the old room and time to settle in again. It’s ok though because my life is a series of retreats. Back to the old life but I never really began the new life anyway, not really, and besid... Posted by Rocky on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 12:34:00 PST |
Every fiber of my carpet smells like a life unlived. |
1. I awoke to a pretty bad hangover and had to be at work in a few hours and I was hungry. I went to a Mexican taqueria, I saw someone I knew so I sat down to talk to him, he was a big fat bastard an... Posted by Rocky on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 01:41:00 PST |
An ode of sorts. |
I owe more to Bukowski then I'll ever let on. I also owe a lot to Celine, without Celine I'd be lost. And then there's Ezra hiding out in Italy. Jeffers in Carmel, my ex and I got free hamburgers ther... Posted by Rocky on Sun, 23 Dec 2007 06:04:00 PST |
autobiographical notes. Does anyone really care? |
I didn't start out wanting to write, I would have rather painted pictures, or gone to a prestigious school out east, or played a professional sport, or anything, something heroic, I'd even have liked ... Posted by Rocky on Sun, 23 Dec 2007 04:04:00 PST |
Hot naked confession |
Sometimes I start drinking early in the day. Sometimes I don't drink at all. Usually I start late in the evening. It is almost always cheap beer and cheap wine, sometimes whiskey; sometimes it's whate... Posted by Rocky on Sat, 22 Dec 2007 12:22:00 PST |
This is a story of man’s penis and what it smells like after he hasn’t washed for a week. |
Poets and philosophers don't know shit about women, all ass is for them is theory. All that semen backed up into their cerebral cortex and really scrambled some wires. When I was younger I was hungry ... Posted by Rocky on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 10:55:00 PST |