Monday, February 27, 2006

More Words That Will Waste Your Time Beyond a Title That is Capitalized To Seem Important

I am sitting here laughing outloud at my computer and it is indeed because I have just ingested a large amount of a mind specific chemical that has made me loopy I have no numbness now just ka-pow and ramblespit so I'll mark some words for you to hear inside the head that is spinning this narrative for you the one over there away from the the you that is here inside my noggin so I keep on bloggin as my fingers melt into the keys and I can't lift them just slush them around until I've found what I meant to say before the day dissolved away. Simple sliping apart at the seams it seems the dreams of our night ain't nothing more than the stories we tell ourselves when we wake and it makes my happy to know that the sappy dreamspeak we tweak and spin in the morning ain't really how it waz because we're free and the xplosion from which they have risen is derived from the complusion of the livin. Swing low sweet cherry ought. Ima gonna carry myself on home after I pick up my bones and put them back together no matter whether or not you think I clever we got to get going we gotta get outta here if its the last thing we ever do. SO escape the shoe weight and appeal to the god of air and steel and find your soul on some distant beach we control for a small fee they'll love you for a fee they'll steep you in the ways of the fire and clay until you say enough and pull the plug on this stuff the words keep gliding in their rampant pain reader cringes full of dead brain and small spark shame. Unkept but tame with a wilderness flame and a flower garden fuck just wait for the rain wait for the rain wait for the rain to tuck you in it seaps into your skin and pores and pours and pores and pours until the saturation point is reached the dam is breached and you fall out and down and wash around the town in your electromagnetic shield of rainbow steel and bingo halls crying eyes liquor daze humor fades. I I I I I I I I I I I I I try to stay straight and speak easy but the stutters start stuttering and I can't help mutterin that my rambin is in shambles and the need to speak is soon replaced by the horror that there is nothing to say.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006 (Another Old Post)

the photographs

recovered from the basement are neglected and melting from the heat of your gaze - caustic. You are determined to wash the resin of the images into a pile of colors and non-descript paper shavings. It makes no sense to stare so hard but you do and they die right there, while all the dead people we once knew stare down at us from our lofty memories and condone our actions. I should not take this picture, I should not spend this money. But I do and they die. I do and they die- always always always.

Oh fucka art!

And as if that wasn't enough here I am spilling the habit onto elitist pages for the proper people to soak up and spit out. No he's okay, yes he's not okay- they say, they say. You can't touch this here. This thing I hold like a glowing glass orb above the world is only for my eyes because when you look you ruin. When you look you ruin.

You look You ruin You look
You ruin You look You ruin
You look You ruin You look
You ruin You look You ruin
You look You ruin You look
You ruin You look You ruin

It's okay my mouth is working properly and my eyes gaze at the same stars as anyone else. I just can't believe it could be like this- how can it be like this? How can it be so possible and so hopeless all the time?
























































































































































































































































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it's too late