post 9-11 masterbation session (Or how I learned to stop worrying.... |
and love the disease causing toxins from the dust of the crumbling twin towers)what I found in passion was frequently provokedby the fact that to ferment in the south means purelybeing sad for the sak...
Posted by old photographs feed the homeless on Sat, 26 May 2007 10:09:00 PST |
evening portrait |
broken whispersbroken resounding silencesshe is growing her hair out againthree months too latebroken chattershe sneaks sweets when no one is lookingexcept for mewith a mouth half full she says,this i...
Posted by old photographs feed the homeless on Wed, 23 May 2007 07:27:00 PST |
cheap trick |
The room rested under the dusk light thick and blue like smoke. The bed was motionless a sprawled out pile of comforters, pillows and sheets. The only sound was her breath lightly keeping time for the...
Posted by old photographs feed the homeless on Sun, 20 May 2007 01:43:00 PST |
death scope |
Ain't that a bitch?riding white with a cloak and a duffle bag crammed full of dried iceI'm motivated to crack my back andclose my eyesNowhere is homethat dusty inclination toward nostalgia hath left m...
Posted by old photographs feed the homeless on Sun, 20 May 2007 09:48:00 PST |
hermit stew |
unhook all the ringlets and let the sails float freebecause once removed from the ship sails become nothing but sheetsand with one foot in the water and one in the oven we'll give birth to a...
Posted by old photographs feed the homeless on Fri, 18 May 2007 10:16:00 PST |
letters to the divine editor |
If the microbes could have ears there would be only one law of sound and that law being that your eye lashes are stitches in my festering realization that that old man in the big chal...
Posted by old photographs feed the homeless on Wed, 16 May 2007 08:51:00 PST |
Here and now the cosmonaut..... |
culdron temple americayour welcome deliverance If I could spoon an ounce of her soul into mine I'd have one mighty souland the government would come to me on a walkway paved with pull...
Posted by old photographs feed the homeless on Wed, 16 May 2007 12:37:00 PST |
sticks and stones. |
bruised hip bones and cocaine phoneswhen he heard eyelids by fridge he said,"thats regime changing music"when he heard Eluvium's prelude to time feelershe said"thats what played in van gogh's head whe...
Posted by old photographs feed the homeless on Wed, 09 May 2007 12:30:00 PST |
I don't want you to love me the way that those dead people love me |
As long as the product is the right form of color the scheme doesn't matter.I get the emails from cardboard cutouts. {earls still slow ...
Posted by old photographs feed the homeless on Mon, 07 May 2007 02:39:00 PST |
notes on today |
*I had to soak so long to find a purposeful meaningless reasonsurreptitiously masking my mind with fancy rosaries which held with the molecules like flatulent mockeriesbut god damn this ice breaking f...
Posted by old photographs feed the homeless on Sun, 06 May 2007 03:08:00 PST |
