Sunday, March 7, 2010


none of this, anymore.
i heard a lady singing: "i've tried to get along with you, i have asked myself, what are we gonna do? i'm coming round to take a stand, going to put us together with glue or an elastic band" so world, i'm sorry for being so angry at you. i'm going to try to be nice, really try. it'll be easier for me if you put more puppies and/or animals and nice people in my path. i'll be a good investment.

Friday, March 5, 2010

true tenderness.

it has to come off now. hands to your eyes, eyes on your hand dark black, a terrifying black. why doesn't it come off instantly? one swipe, but no. it takes three, four, five, six and some waning on the seventh. i think there's air trapped in the mucus. like a toad's eye, it's watching me. it blinks. and the left nostril keeps running as on-going as the faucet. they are racing.
there's no beauty without the wound. lucifer was the most beautiful of all the angels, that was his flaw//francis bacon.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

absolute black.

wings, watches and glass// collars, conversations and spiders// this sound of keysmusically// haunt, mourn and man(he//all hes, [[not {fannie hesse or eva} wrong gendersex]) is a goodbye. a prayer. a quarter past a measurement. i see the face of ___ in yours, but when its cold out i behave like a dog. it doesn't matter who it is or i'd like to deceive myself. it matters, its a price. a string. forgetting is more of a question than a definitive action. or stop it, stop talking. you think does the word dream play against the phrase 'sounds like a dream' or 'a dream of mine'? dream isn't a positive, yet people give it that popular meaning. keep on running, 3 hours will exhausts all glycogen. could you consider that a ____? i wouldn't. there are so much more. casually confirming my fears. i take back, and i pack even more. what are hardbacks? give me an absolute quantification. i look around and sink deeper, lower, irretrievably and out of cast. trout fishing in america. farewell to the grounds(](?/.)). hold my head up. i'm always with you//even in my blood, it dies and cycles into life, pretty regularly.
don't put a finger, but he had five on, on, on, on and still on. what can you really do? can't i get a fucking reflection in you? while you're twisting, i'm still breathing. i wonder what keeps you so high, you need to be grounded, underground-ed. why do some people grow so tall? fuck. but i do like the dark minute when the sun drowns and i mouth it like i am in control, strangle yourself with illogical minnows. i'd eat animal flesh if it was so, but it's not so - not really. most everyone i know pretends (that projection) and i separate the todos and assume everyone does now. cracked glass, i feel the cold. you're careless like ____, absent theory of mind; hemo, wish upon never.

i need to pretend to be a catholic to undergo a confessional(light).