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About Me

The cold I am equipped with is in my head...as is a liquid piercing the days. Everything is soaped up, a special fragrance, I shouldn't care if graditude for a present state may feel empty and lame: I am advancing in a new chapter. Questioning questing forms of thought. Interactions becoming more easy. If something blows over my head, it is because my scalp is glued to some unknowable strand of being, having so many colors that is hard to pick out the right one: so it sometimes wears its inviso-ray costume.
Productivity is at stake. Bookends must be met. But what do I do? The electronic box is an adhesive specimen. My palpatating brain cells assume a dead structure whenever they are forced to meet my habitual consumption of things that have menthol in them but aren't cigarettes.
I'd probably be more Marxian if I didn't have such a deficiency with step by step processes. Prefabrication is sometimes a neutral showroom dummie in the eyes of a non-linear piece of meat.
I have way too many accounts on this, but here is some music:
Ketchup Fart
Green Uvula
Carrot Eaters

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

My true love, you shift my stick even though I can't yet drive stick shift.
Anyone who knows the wonders of Peter Orlovsky's cranium: "Make my grave shape of heart so like a flower be free aired & handsome felt,/Grave root pillow, tung up from grave & wigle at blown up clowd."- Snail Poem

My Blog

newer stuff

the fortresses in your eyes and beams where the hands hit a sinewy crossroads. the huddled niceties that tango with various acknowledgements, and ears to transmitters in the basin of a key. y...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Nov 2008 23:03:00 GMT

The Rain You Eat the Taffy IN

....Untitled............  I sit on a porch, using my tongue to survey the outlines of teeth in my mouth. Mo...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jul 2008 18:06:00 GMT

"My Relation to Distant Statues"

This an old poem from July/August of 2004 that I thought I'd share.My Relation to Distant Statues He began his dreams of going forth with a tense lock of nerves and muscle flex,and walked in a simulat...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Dec 2007 17:59:00 GMT

e pluribus unum

Did you know? before you go to sleep at night there is one person thinking of you. They want to kiss you, They want to be with you, they are always thinking about you before they go to sleep at night ...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Aug 2007 20:15:00 GMT

breakfast in the morning, dinner in the evening, what ever happened to rimbaud?

For me,the obvious problem that characterizes this season of life is the sensation of the writer's sensibilities arguing with other sensibilities. I can't help but waid from one day the other, squande...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jul 2007 22:37:00 GMT

Unprecedented Quicksand

Picaresque sails, afloat in the laissez faire,polemic,diatribe of plentiful throat clearing.Here lies a shameful wooden bat,here lies an ice tray.Here plants the seeds of a lip,here is the undertaking...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 15:28:00 GMT

clock-stained chain

I write this not with interest of founding a quandry, but striking a facsimile of an oar onto papercut-inducing pages between the title and the dedication.I want the shoulders to touch my hands.I want...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jul 2007 16:07:00 GMT

the orifice twang

The confusion continues. It's the first time people have had such reaching arms. The first time when I have not had to cling onto fleeting crowds. Why had there been such a compulsion to leave it all ...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 23:49:00 GMT

Mammoth Spines Coming Out of the Woodworks

It's sometimes difficult to discern the factors which make incisions into the sensation I feel when being around each individual person. Or, in my case, a tight knit group of people who I'm alway...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 20:51:00 GMT

rectangular bamboo creature

I just accidentally erased a very important entry that went into a good amount of detail on certain issues I face... but I will post a recreation of it very soon, or at least talk to people about it.
Posted by on Wed, 15 Mar 2006 14:28:00 GMT