&.to my stomach( or a postcard of society as a two way mirror) |
&.to my stomach( or a postcard of society as a two way mirror)I. Blood and GrassI witnessed all of the horrors of humanityLike a man standing on the side of a country roadstaring down a small ditch ... Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 01:24:00 GMT |
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claustrophobia with dog hairclaustrophobia in hot airburnt empty lawnit's not all its made out to bewalking barefoot down the drivewaycross the street to get the mailit's not all its made out to bechr... Posted by on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 01:00:00 GMT |
Jim Morrison on Dialectics |
You know the day destroys the night Night divides the day Break on through to the other side Break on through to the other side, yeah Posted by on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 00:40:00 GMT |
Looking Through The Barbwire |
We are the criminalsWe are the lawbreakersNOWe have no pastWe have no papersWe are the preyWe are their prayerWe are their sinWe are their secretDo they dare?You need usWe don't need youPainted as a p... Posted by on Thu, 20 Dec 2007 22:01:00 GMT |
Daydreaming about my Funeral |
Sleeping through the day stretched on couch, images of the Yankees game dance around, waking quietly when the summer night creeps in the bathroom window through the noises in the alley thinking back, ... Posted by on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 07:17:00 GMT |
Caught |
The brilliance of children withering under a cement skythe scar on her forearm cutting through like the train tracks behind the supermarket parking lotorange apocalypse dawnthe silhouette of a warehou... Posted by on Sat, 21 Jul 2007 17:52:00 GMT |
Gravity |
******shortwire radio static fritzantennae drooping out of rain windowspending Christmas in a Guatamalen refugee campwalking through a busy capitol market place streetimagining grey planet free fallin... Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 16:20:00 GMT |
So Many Somebodies with Different Last Names |
"So Many Somebodies with Different Last Names"It is the dark hour when famine mice smoke cigarettes on Babylons steps waiting until a phantom enters the buildingA metropolis of apartment buzzers ... Posted by on Thu, 15 Jun 2006 12:01:00 GMT |
My Social Life Will Not be determined by the 59th st. Subway Magazine Rack |
My Social Life Will Not be determined by the 59th st. Subway Magazine RackThe muffler is rattling, dripping rainbows on the asphalt2:00 a.m FDR Traffic Standstill Chaossimultaneous suicides and mass e... Posted by on Sat, 06 May 2006 12:10:00 GMT |
Inertia |
I am in my primeIt is my timeIam in myprimeItis mytimeIaminmyprimeItismytimeI am a stenciled face on a tenement wall I am a bike with no brakesI am a blind child climbing a tree
Fuckin' Invincible at ... Posted by on Thu, 04 May 2006 10:20:00 GMT |