posse bonus |
check out.w.o the lines. no mirrors. no groceries. no baggage.outof bodywaxing unconscious in a supersaturated mindparadoxically drowning in cognizance.certifiable geniuses have short shelf livesthe d... Posted by 'simulacra' on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 11:43:00 PST |
napolean |
what with all this leisure time it's hard to see things clearlya hallucinatory security blanket, the manifestation of all fearsclutched to chest or wrapped 'round head turban styleto facilitate osmosi... Posted by 'simulacra' on Wed, 30 May 2007 03:42:00 PST |
one score 6 years and counting |
(the treachery of minds)the wax melted down to show such twisted faces misleading benevolence begot satirical retrospect.love at its besttornado logic and a magic carpet, unraveling as it flewthe even... Posted by 'simulacra' on Sun, 27 May 2007 11:02:00 PST |
unhinged |
in time of war. eyes adamantly refuse to open. universe, as always, upside down and inside out. in short retrospect, there is controversy whether there is an axis or orbit fro... Posted by 'simulacra' on Fri, 25 May 2007 11:43:00 PST |
the dog ate my toothbrush |
unacceptable ambiguity.jagged thoughts. the obscuring of clarity.even the most sacred words fail to rise to the occasion.splenda-made, psychosis lite. schizophrenia for dummies.it wasn't self, the uni... Posted by 'simulacra' on Fri, 25 May 2007 01:24:00 PST |
just a second (not 2nd) |
A taste of lucid living burns my tongue.Life's been disengagednot disingenuous. (don't get it twisted.)Past becomes less mysteriouson a road paved with black holes and quick sand greysThe expanse expl... Posted by 'simulacra' on Wed, 16 May 2007 12:18:00 PST |
like flap jacks |
mulberry fingerstains. enough sturm und drung. eleven pm ..the validity struck home in a solar plexus spasm.oil burners in the window- a hanging display of junkie wind chimesso many 'back-then's that ... Posted by 'simulacra' on Sat, 05 May 2007 11:42:00 PST |
words are (a manifestation of) gxd |
desensitized to light and faces, words and life itselfso many breaths negate each otherit's not so much a callous as a disconnectionover familiarity dissipates reality to the point of obliteration.all... Posted by 'simulacra' on Fri, 04 May 2007 11:43:00 PST |
he said I'm not trying hard enough |
occasionally there are encounters of metaphysical capacitythe entirety of life is flat and void, for every moment following.at least the in-betweens.days and nights forget to breathe.and then there wa... Posted by 'simulacra' on Tue, 01 May 2007 03:39:00 PST |
credit |
I remembered, last night, this breathtaking we saw a year ago. It is "Ashes and Snow" -- and this is where I got my background. Posted by 'simulacra' on Tue, 01 May 2007 09:58:00 PST |