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About Me

Children of the future! (Our lives are spent having it off in the public toilets of the 16th street promenade. Brought up shifting through metal scraps on the cold concrete slabs of warehouse floors, in foundry districts the color of dirty dish water. Raised on artificial sweeteners, cholesterol, benzodiazopines and machine gun fire) HOLD TIGHT!!! Now is the time of the quickeningIt's Okay to grow up, just don't ever grow old, let's face it: we are young.We can avoid turning out like all those Cheese-Masters. Those 30-something pudgy blobs, dressed in fifty percent off, three-piece nightmares; addicted to coffee whitener and filthy internet chat rooms. Just Bloated caricatures of something vaguely recognizable as a human being. We don't have to live life like some 46-part, depressing-as-hell, prime-time television mellow-drama. To be repeated in goo-goo ga-ga reruns every drip dry night for the rest of time. We won't live life squeezed into hyper-real two minute chunks of agoraphobic inducing news bites, we just want your 65 inches of plasma flat screen and those bass reflux speakers. AND WE WANT THEM NOW!Take it all the way down to the marrow-bone, take your balls back! The future is deep fried, and now it's just seepping grease through an old brown paper bag, thrown out with the trash. Left to biodegrade in a composte heap.The new millenium is over>>> God, the Father is over>>> Sex is over>>> Endlessly counting carbohydrates is over>>> Standing beneath a flag with your hand over your heart is over>>> The empire is over>>> [oh, and by the way, that goes in there] (www.strikefile.com/myspace)

My Blog

Put My Stamp On Your Skin

Put My Stamp On Your SkinWhat is the nameFor recalling the same Situations Repeating - Over and over?What do you callThe second you fall - Upon - The same tactic?Have you heard the rumor?I've hea...
Posted by on Fri, 29 May 2009 14:13:00 GMT

The Son of Exile

Death leers down at me,Drunken in Coventry;It's like staring at myself in the mirror,Stillness in focus---Then he Lurches!(Death peers out at meFrom the penthouse balconyAs I look up, I feel like I'm ...
Posted by on Thu, 14 May 2009 22:55:00 GMT

Jack-Ass Circus

It's another Saturday with dread in my heartMy God, what will I wear?!Push the door - THE hinge will swingThe NIGHTMARE lets you in againFrom this side of the MIRROR'S glare,THE eyes and MOUTH and han...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Mar 2009 08:17:00 GMT

A Fawn's Eyelids?

UndecipheredInaudibleCrypticCodedIs it that I live on short breaths?A fawn's eyelids?Is it that I sleep on sharp threads?Is it upon Dawn's Eyelids, twilight makes the sun begin to repent?Undecipherabl...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Mar 2009 12:02:00 GMT

The Great Repression

If we are the Dollars and CentsIf we are the Mark and the YenThenThe only commodity in this worldIs our ability to unfoldOur eyelidsAnd quietly say to ourselves"Goodnight"
Posted by on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 17:35:00 GMT

Bombswept Morning [An Independence Day Poem]

Is it the sulpher in my eyes, making us look so frail and tired?Is it the smoke in the air, making it impossible to say goodbye? Our trial by fire, this bombswept morningThe feathers are singed, the a...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Sep 2008 19:06:00 GMT

The Photographers Unblinking Eye, or : The Digital Click

Youth and fleshThe aperture stopThe crack in windscreen, letting the chill in Hands-on blondes casting spells from the top shelfGolden ripples flex and glisten in their exhibition Truth and the camera...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 09:10:00 GMT

Ultimate Realism (In Hi-Definition)

A true poem cannot be written;The book binds its wings.A true poem is in the kissing,The summer's languid breezes,The smiling eyes of a lover. A true poem cannot be captured,It is a flight of fancy,A&...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 11:52:00 GMT

The Neophyte Falling From Grace

I'm through with sucking ; ; ;&n...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jun 2008 23:15:00 GMT

Fallen

Crashed to the floor - what is my life for?Left hand can't make a fist,Right arm has gone completely limp,Left shoulder packed in ice,My head feels like it's in a vice Cracked ribs and collar bone,I j...
Posted by on Sat, 31 May 2008 08:49:00 GMT