apathy, come back |
i had hope that one day, all these strings detached would cascade from the nape of my neck to the base of my back. so i could feel the lack. so i could share your headspace, accept an embrace, but i a...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 07:36:00 GMT |
disgust |
disgust is such a complicated emotion. ive been thinking about it a lot. its one of those emotions like love that is completely complicated and subject to infinite sociomoral implications, and it is s...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Aug 2008 03:13:00 GMT |
New Film - Her Special Day |
We are making a NEW MOVIE and are looking for your support!Hello friends and family of SyntheticHuman Pictures. Stephen, Dave, Hayden, Casey, and the entire crew are looking for a creative way to get ...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Mar 2008 09:20:00 GMT |
pop's thoughts on a dead farm |
you. offer me a possible opposite outfitfor a past, rash, happenstance.a temporary cover to conceal the seedfrom where the need for history repeats,repeats.a soft terry table cloth cover,tossed from a...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 14:41:00 GMT |
the heaviness of here |
I. the way that i construct, deduce, destroy. relate to fame, failure, or flattery from past particular moments. the lies, violence and blame i place. tracing my footsteps back to regret of misplaced ...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Mar 2006 16:45:00 GMT |
protosynthesis |
a story for the sake of gore, told by the boy who's witnessing its end:neighbors pretend by diverting their senses, its senseless uncouth and detachment at last distract from the beauty of i...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 14:13:00 GMT |
this callous house of reality |
i've made an occupation of tucking head into crossed arms. sleeping through sputtering pistons, bound for boredom town tassle toss. but i wake alone, lying, alive, callous. invisible salary supporting...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Aug 2006 11:55:00 GMT |
a colorless pity |
the wet path, sweat lays, drying on dead skin,swims through a hot room. a parked car croonsto cracked concrete under crying skies.skid marked, muscle rubbered morning stubble.still dark, still water, ...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Jul 2006 13:29:00 GMT |
the certain swagger of drunken daddies |
the thing about a tapered tablecloth is that the back is bigger than the beginning- its a baby's teddy bear gloating size inside a caterer's basement, but lain lopsided atop a tv dinner table placemat...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Feb 2006 00:44:00 GMT |
Into a door, out of a dream |
I stand to answer the door, often a task I do not stand for. Lack of will is sometimes an excuse to keep the door closed; an excuse for many things considering an innate fondness to blame my will. Du...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Feb 2006 00:17:00 GMT |
