Ink and Intention. |
Untouched paper is lined with lamps of blue virtue,A stitchwork of pulp and bleach kept clean,Unstained by the thought of the simple man,And chaste from the sin of our nimble hands.One misunderstood a...
Posted by Hilary on Fri, 16 May 2008 07:28:00 PST |
1000 Masks |
In the morning I count your masks and mine, I take a picture of the day,Twisted laces of gossamer black and fine, strands of blonde like bales of hay,I fell for faces and costumes entwined, lingering ...
Posted by Hilary on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 01:38:00 PST |
As above, so below. |
"How are you?""Are you happy?""What's going on with you?"People ask about these things. Sometimes they're just killing awkwardness, sometimes they meanit in deeper levels than I can really explain. In...
Posted by Hilary on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 10:06:00 PST |
Grand scale loathing. |
i am fucking disgusted with media. any medium that conveys a thought. i feel infected and racy every time i hear a song with words. i feel perverted and used when i read books. i don't even want to li...
Posted by Hilary on Fri, 28 Dec 2007 05:45:00 PST |
In all seriousness |
we are all bouncing anomalous recurrences with a penchant for meat clothes.chill. the. fuck. out.love.hils
Posted by Hilary on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 01:17:00 PST |
Hindus get sleepy too. |
the commercial serum leaves me shaky and deliriousitching to try what TV shows me, i'm lazy and inexperiencedsurprised deal bop-a-moles spout out of holes for the curiousand bestow the american nightm...
Posted by Hilary on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 05:38:00 PST |
lord of the flies |
karma to illiterate pigeon, larva to winged citizen, smoking cigarettes to burn back whatever's still innocent,keep the rolling eyes from peripheral romance denizens,i'm the 8-legged widow with the we...
Posted by Hilary on Fri, 09 Nov 2007 07:00:00 PST |
hm. |
when all else fails, i cash my wisdom checks in wishing wells gravity grasp what your pockets got for wit tips and nickel physics sales,i tiptoe across the american nightmare of showoff faux-pas egg s...
Posted by Hilary on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 09:49:00 PST |
Eh. |
lopsided horizon, moon bent sideways,a cup of water to a thousand salts,dozens of wires that run along for days,something too small to see.a frame or an easel, scribbles in sand,wind-up toys gone wron...
Posted by Hilary on Mon, 21 May 2007 08:22:00 PST |
Insomnia. |
this is phthisis, the soft kisses of the lifeless,mnemonic devices that make laying still seem priceless,a bloodshot crisis built by vices and energetic eyelids,dragged to death between blankets and a...
Posted by Hilary on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 07:12:00 PST |
