Who Blinked? |
"It's a piece of shit; walk away." David Icke
I'm a might bit nervous right now. This coffee hit me pretty hard and it wasn't a clean jab. I have been trained well, and can take a mean, stiff ...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 16:24:00 GMT |
Cold Embers |
Crooked apes screeching
Troglodytes march undreaming
We are the missing
Posted by on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 16:58:00 GMT |
I, Zombie |
Brilliant, bloody streak on the sclera,
carrying carrion in your face,
zombie in your socket.
Gray, foul teeth jamming your song,
nicotine stains, puss-ish, a potty mouth,
verve in, and ou...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 03:17:00 GMT |
In Regards to Mothers |
Moms can be pretty rad sometimes. They perch on their thrones right at the gates to your subconscious, wearing either a grimace or a grin depending on what is trying to intrude her baby's mind. They s...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 16:46:00 GMT |
Good morning, Dick. |
Manipulating God:
never a writer, but always a-mused.
Occluded, in the generic sense;
already been written.
Not a game.
You're the authority. Mirrors and their facades,
wanting to see an alternate fa...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 14:03:00 GMT |
Don't Believe Everything That You Breathe |
Don't Believe Everything That You Breathe-BeckToday God loves me. This I know. And it sure as shit isn't because the Bible tells me so. Forgive my effrontery, but I believe I can safely say I have mov...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 18:42:00 GMT |
There's No Milk At the Bottom of the Pail |
Dried limes in the bottom of a beer of yesteryear. I sniff the smell of stale cigarette and agree with my choices. Shake it fool! Gettin' rowdy on Fortuna's dime, lets let the heat roll in. Fuck...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Mar 2007 03:48:00 GMT |
Degenerating at the Vomit House |
I bear the grimace, which terrifies me. Serious benders can flip your whole universe upside down, your smile with it. Like a timid sweetheart, I loathed every second of the date, but I wanted to enjoy...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 17:33:00 GMT |
Fat Paki Jacket Potato Dwarf |
This place didn't drive me nuts until just now. I can actually hear the crackle of my brain stem. Tomorrow I will be a demented lunatic, crawling out of my shell like a dog getting home from the kenne...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Jan 2007 22:09:00 GMT |
Zen and the Art of Leisure Games |
As usual, the points will not be made, and the issues will be skirted. Swept under the rug the hollow tales of rewards and penance will be. Fasten your crazy belts, and secure your scare bags. It's go...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Aug 2006 23:41:00 GMT |
