untitled--collaboration with matt |
marginal at best. and the air is cold as hell. this broken glass is a puzzle. pieces of my past. fragments on my feet. glass razor ice cut heel. broken blood tracks follow. pieces can't remember...
Posted by SUPA K on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 08:25:00 PST |
the even faster decline of punk |
hot topix store and christian hardcore. what the fuck? i guess im just not that cool anymore. i now hold my head in shame while i clench my fists and grit my teeth.
Posted by SUPA K on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 06:14:00 PST |
blackjack--(new) |
i see the spots in my eyes. i think i'm goin blind. electric message to my mind.its runnin me down. like a freight train. on auto pilot. like a tidal wave. thats gonna riot. my arms are goin numb. t...
Posted by SUPA K on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 09:32:00 PST |
meglomatic |
the core of this is furthermore the sign. lit up, the color of death, sin, and wine.the instant of this distant reoccurence is played and seems endless in time. alternative and quite submissive the pl...
Posted by SUPA K on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 08:58:00 PST |
can u hear me from the top of a mountain, bottom of the well |
the concept of this seems so dull. mouth full of blood, spit, and teeth. whenever i reach down and stick my hand in the dirt, the rocks stick and the earthworms run and hide, with their shit-brown eye...
Posted by SUPA K on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 04:20:00 PST |
misconception |
stained glass gives the false impression that everything is gonna be alright. solid hope in a solid color is a thing of the past. we have got to have variety in our conviction. it has to remain a simp...
Posted by SUPA K on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 09:20:00 PST |
your eyes are like exploding stars |
cold like the desert's night wind. with the sky above and head towards your feet. a smile not so white and hair not so neat. you are. and your gaze burns through me. right fuckin through me. i wonder ...
Posted by SUPA K on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 09:14:00 PST |
story conclusion. |
the end. merry christmas. the war is over, but thae battle has just begun. kty
Posted by SUPA K on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 03:16:00 PST |
story ch. 13 |
XIII. "check point, check mate, whatever.""that good?""shit""you play chess?""checkers like a motherfucker" dope, check. gas, check. 1:11 am on the digital doorway shone through any lcd display avail...
Posted by SUPA K on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 03:15:00 PST |
story ch12 |
XII. "when i just can't live without you." click. tv. click. wasn't that? fuck. "baby, come back" fuckin seventies, whatever. no matter what room youre in, same four walls. intense deception. action,...
Posted by SUPA K on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 06:37:00 PST |
