discharge3

bygones and lullabys

2007-12-31T08:53:00.000-08:00

sometimes the briefest of lives are the brightest.

now, go here ... discharge 4 ...

an image in the shape of a word

2007-12-31T08:26:00.000-08:00

the horsemen arrived
on shattered glass
leaving a trail of severed limbs behind
their clothes spilled with blood
on the ever lasting snow
the smell of death prevailed
under a sulphuric yellow rain
our scars trace a map of sorrow
we assign the ever lasting impact of the cut limbs blood spilled snow
a bullet through both skulls
a desert of yells
the economy of evil
silver nitrate burning under water
the soiled machete jaws mutilate the glittering sex
soft moisture impaled
Silver Skull evil distorts the Radiance sex disengagement
a catalog of atrocity
in tangigle desecrated flesh
purple flowers of mourning sprout from the liver
scrunched bladders give their secrets away
wires tied to nerves
blue veins dried in a lizard's skin
we hear laughter
as we dance
Conception Collar bubbles in peat veins scrunched
we also dance
to the blindfolded air
as the golden dagger slits the maiden's neck
our faces torn up in uterine ordeals
Cavalry arrive
broken glass
leaving behind the history of arms
and legs cut
their clothes with blood
ever the eternal snow
the smell of death handouts
under yellow rain
our wounds to trace a map of sorrow
we are assigned to the impact of the permanent deficits
both a bullet through the skull
Desert Sounds
Evil's economy
silver incineration under water
she is a saver using sex shiny teeth
soft water
silver skull distortions
sex is evil
the catalog of brutality
they enchanted
the purple flowers of the earth between mourning
to give away the secret of his bladder weakness
frontline co-nerve
the dried skin with a blue vein
we hear laughter
we dance
Christi colored soil vein to lessen air
we also dance
participating in the air
Golden girl's neck,
under the skin, nails and needles
murder tale The State mind
my rule
it is not the world
who wore wings off
trapped white winter packaging and the nuclear explosion
wrestlers poured fire sliced hearts
the company is dead and the future of the wind storm
wishes past poor broken souls
face a maximum suffering torn uterus
needles under fingernails and skin
tell the heartbreaking tale
of epidural fastuousness
my reign
it is not of this world
arachnoid pia mater
idem sed aliter
I am the dark angel
whose wings were chopped off
for so long i have been dead
trapped in pavement and roaring white blasts of nuclear winters
heart swollen eaten sliced in wolves fangs
in the company of the dead and the wind of future storms
in hopelessness
ravage disjointed clumsy souls
not with a stomp
but with a whisper...

2007-12-31T07:47:00.000-08:00

Hello. Just a few opening ideas... Our area of professional interest will never form part of your zeitgeist. We are most often, to make the point, physically-appalled at you lack of grace and courage. Strictly speaking, the precise details of such emotional activities are our own business, however. What follows is a sleight only, an alibi of sorts. We are playing baby to your bathwater, yes, but we are routinely unimportant in your explanation of history. We have recourse only to factuality. We neither invoke nor provoke any, one might say, genus of nations. The spirit of our logic connects only certain extant governing-ideas with certain non-negotiable starting-points - all without the distortions of personal content, being formed from basic observation, towards a wish to survive. We are, we feel, unique in this simplicity. The ways by which nations perpetuate themselves are, we believe, too complex, too destructively-complex; necessitating a blithe technological severity, invasive systems of restriction, and the perpetuation of empty rivalries in an empty, loveless dynamic, from which only voids not objects and beings are inferred, franchised. Desire is overtly ubiquitous. Such petulant resolutions must be prevented, however. Desire must be processed by reason; and reason itself must be an entirety if it is to remain meaningful and essential in this task. Reason must also speak; it must be exponential; it must be committed in and of itself; it must be impregnably Socratic, dialectical, democratic, loving. It must save lives, not take them. Mistakes happen. That said, they must be made to lie face-down upon our learning curves. They must be tamed; made into the cogs of progress. Awareness of this is of paramount importance. It is, a fortiriori, a form economics. We proffer nothing abstract. We insist that ideas must be such that people can hold them, so that they may can hold onto them. Thanks & best wishes, Alison, Andrej, Ruggero & Martin x x x x

moving to california

2007-12-30T14:59:00.000-08:00

i have been thinking lately of moving to mojave and buying maybe a small condo where i can listen to Beefheart, Zappa and their erstwhile colleague, Ace Farren Ford. if i did i would dress in the style of the people and i would shave one half of my head and dye the other side pink. i would wear feathers and a stove pipe hat. i would wear a silk cravat with a diamond pin and walk up and down the sidewalk brandishing a silver handled ebony cane. i would call my self the 'EMIGREE' and i would chatter in old style english calling folks 'SIR' and 'MADAM'. i might even eat fruit. i would drink pots of coffee, the sort like 'mama used to make' as i have never drunk tea like mother used to make because, quite frankly my dears, mothers tea is fucking awful. but i would drink the coffee and eat only apple pie, although i cannot think of anything less american and more english than apple pie. BUT I WOULDN'T TALK ABOUT THE QUEEN. i would wear pants with red, white and blue stripes and i would watch old repeats of the 'I LOVE LUCY SHOW'. (even if desi arness was a mexican!) and maybe 'THE FLINTSTONES'. i would only read DC as MARVEL is crap (except for THE XMEN WHICH IS GOOD). i would want to have children by a half breed indian woman with razor blade cheek bones and bronze titties. we would call our offspring RUSTY GATE DAWN and DOG EATING BACON. i would drive a MUSTANG just like STEVE and i would drink more coffee. i might even eat some fruit. and then i will trap a vinageroo and drop it into some old widows window box for a laugh. if you get bitten by a vinageroo it turns your taste buds sour so that everthing tastes like vinager which would only remind me of england and chips. fat chips not french fries. and on sundays we would drive for miles in my beaten up and dusty old mustang. the roads in america go on for centuries and you can see the face of RONALD REGAN carved into the sandy plains of california. i would not vote for ARNIE as he is an ASSWIPE. i would be a democrat but only if i get to screw hilary clinton ( i hear she is a game old bird). i don't know if california has a flag but if it does i would burn it because that is the cool thing to do. i would play GRATEFUL DEAD records.

2007-12-29T17:24:00.000-08:00

2007-12-29T16:50:00.001-08:00

How Sweet It Would Be To Die In Your Mouth
Red is its own mythology and should be dismantled for something else. View minute shifts in the everyday disease, remember its fluorescent habits so known to women carved from cloudy skies.

A chorus on hands and knees, equations that kick every map of the world. Sex was our island, an epistemology more in silver. There's mist carrying shrapnel, scorched skin on the cash pyre. Clitoral repetitions the tire properly as a bruise lubricant, wings the bed's reach across a long time to wither away.Cold greys and hungry inversion worn like a compulsion over narrative, pipe-burns on psychopathic lips. The scenery recoils.

Windows Masturbate the Clean
The curved way her pink yearnings land beneath traffic, voices rinsed through a circled explosion. Falls, looks out over strings of entropy. You closed the spectacle on your way out, but with squalor piled atop an eye into erection. Billboards the sea, videos for the weak. Perfunctory and set with national skin patterns, noise whispers life in blonde voices.

Someone's Purple Emblematic
Burrowed into: truth or glowing matter shakes the morning awake, always the insect ignorant of change. Your hair is all space-time contortions walking away like a manifesto. The carapace, a slit throat never seen. Carrion astronauts the effects of rifle-hood.

The wind needs to zoom in on exiting blue minds that feed and finger her maturity. A curtain encounters the night. Sunlight's approval and the subway free otherwise, seven in turquoise, moon-dust in its laugh. Predisposed of cartoon degrees, fractals side by side with mangy, bleeding dogs in the tunnel.

Pain as a genie in the bottle?

Meal 53
Our satellite into that empty, the basis crying high in the mountains before colliding with amen. Nebulae split into aches that survive the stars. When it's written cerebral infrared with surfaces like a patriarchal glare gone rubbery, thought paints useless, stalking ennui. Nothing thereby gifts the self as though covered in the silence of what is clearly not yours.

like fish

2007-12-29T10:59:00.000-08:00

street lighting like silver fish
quicksilver
back to back
leave little puddles of rain
resplendent in the sodium
feet fall forward over cobbles
mirror reflections
quicksilver
boot heels leave tread marks
water gathers in pools
like fish in the dead light
like fish in the night light
we move into retro
past moving faces that fall at our feet
reflections of pale ghosts
wan in the street light
like silver fish in puddles
rippled and contorted
beyond and behind
the rain cascades into
pools and spills that
reflect our faces
dead faces in sodium
quicksilver like silver fish

2007-12-29T08:53:00.000-08:00

DEAD END?

Cardboard jellyfish

2007-12-28T15:56:00.000-08:00

Suburban Fertility Symbols

2007-12-28T15:50:00.000-08:00

Blacklight Monkey

2007-12-28T13:01:00.001-08:00

gaunt truth's

2007-12-28T12:42:00.000-08:00

behind these pitted walls,
beyond these rusted gates,
the remains of the family lie.
if you were to open the creaky gates
and traverse the shattered slabs that crumble beneath the heels fall,
and if you were to open the fading doors and humbly walk through the tall grass
then, at last, you might come to the final resting place of family and friends.
the flesh has turned rancid and corruption has played its part but not even the years that pass can remove the one lasting vestige of what once was.
for memory they say can be captured in the memory and the dna of those maggots and worms that fed on the corpses and, in its turn, the crow who fed on the worms and the roadkill who now sits, majestically, like some charcoal princeling , has in its folded soul, those self same memories that play as a flashback.
dead and gone but the captured memory can still be seen flickering in the eyes of the crow.

original images by stickleback2 with additional image manipulation and words by cocaine jesus

GIVE ME A HUG

2007-12-28T12:22:00.000-08:00

Ruela's Glove

2007-12-28T12:14:00.001-08:00

Candyglow Popsicle

2007-12-28T12:06:00.000-08:00

Bubblegum Gomi

2007-12-28T11:05:00.000-08:00

solstice love rites

2007-12-28T09:40:00.000-08:00

needle through the corners of the mouth
saws them with stainless thread
a tomb without a corpse
lessons of darkness' fool's blade
the string tied to the basis of the throbbing stone
pulses in strangled voices
orifices fissured on open eyes pink
dawn endowed with hoarfrost hollering
strung with dying away embers embrace
is not the body of one
crack open eyes open in the pink
saw stainless steel screw
fool the dark lessons of the blade
in the voice of suffocating brace strangling a vertical line
a bursting vein

the needle through the corners of the mouth.
and extending them into stainless steel thread
this is a grave without a body
dark fable 'fool's blade
no strings tied to a rock-based
pulse is a sleepy voice.
crack open the entrance to the pink eyes.
the talent and yelling at dawn frost
dying in the street hugging old rubbish
one of the bodies.
the pink eyes open cracks in the Open
stainless steel screws saw
learned fool blade of the shadow
objection vertical lines, the voice of suffocation hung slovenly
a slit

slit counter vertical lines, voice choking
experience fool the edge of the shade
I have seen the stainless steel pink eyes open
One of the bodies.
morning frost crack yelling at the entrance to the open combat
is a sleepy rock tied to a line
eagle corners of the mouth through.

2007-12-28T09:21:00.000-08:00

But One would think to scare your answer

2007-12-28T06:44:00.000-08:00

2007-12-28T04:29:00.000-08:00

#9 Talks Back

2007-12-27T18:42:00.000-08:00

slowly into with each say in bomb-burst
breaks squad of the long itself. the categorical
is vulgar, every power forms the representation of air.
poverty bristling, not open to itself and videos
greed, dissolves time, atomization. reflected as not on
camera, the coming of looped struggle, which attracts the
climax.

differences paper returning tropes, these continuities
ignored, return history much often in and about bodies before
climax. theatre nuns, pretty peeping its motif as with
sheer equipment, anarchic varieties this asshole,
forgives fear, vertical, falling, dispersed who and for
its century's lopped other. speech as a bulbed influence
breathing out another fascist night, dead straddling another
tongue, radiation between smoke smells humming their
thromboid the marble of moon.

six down (and around) wipes a sentence as no clotting blood
stays slow where which one dollars.

2007-12-27T15:21:00.000-08:00

2007-12-27T12:46:00.000-08:00

Intrigue me where you have a warehouse.

dark angels

2007-12-27T12:28:00.000-08:00

Arrival

2007-12-27T03:02:00.000-08:00

Pupa

2007-12-27T02:44:00.000-08:00

Not an Original Idea...

2007-12-27T02:19:00.000-08:00

2007-12-26T11:54:00.000-08:00

2007-12-26T07:36:00.000-08:00

rui effe

Senior Cure Queen

2007-12-26T05:27:00.000-08:00

2007-12-24T17:09:00.001-08:00

The Inevitable Decline of Capitalism

2007-12-24T15:35:00.000-08:00

2007-12-24T08:53:00.001-08:00

Transluminal Rheum

2007-12-24T06:28:00.001-08:00

Worm Swarm

2007-12-24T06:24:00.001-08:00

An initial attempt to map The Street of Clowns

2007-12-24T06:17:00.000-08:00

Veridian Conapt Fakir

2007-12-24T06:10:00.000-08:00

Uniptych #5

2007-12-24T06:04:00.000-08:00

Diptych #3

2007-12-24T05:56:00.000-08:00

2007-12-23T09:04:00.001-08:00

1965 Copyright Glue

2007-12-23T04:20:00.000-08:00

It's Truth a Weft and Warp and Place Untold

2007-12-23T02:31:00.000-08:00

Almost no.
Closed dust or spring,
And she'll finally converse everybody...

He might scold new doses,
At the strong distant cafe,
Whilst we freely smell them too.
The difficult game rarely converses;

At best, it climbs woodenly instead.
Better judge spoons now,
Or many will sadly irrigate them for you.
To be glad or blunt...
We’ll hate stupidity.

Walnuts amazingly answer.
Other pathetic smart sports -

will deport incredibly on about coconuts.
She wants to stir rich sauces;

Inside another’s station.
Otherwise the draughtiness of terminals painter,
Might fear some worthwhile ties.
I was talking wrinkles to light,

That’s learning before the boat's corner.
The pumpkin within the solid cellar,
Is the goldsmith that looks quietly.

It's Truth is Resold Twofold

2007-12-23T02:19:00.000-08:00

If you'll love
Yolanda's fire with farmers,
It’ll believably lift the porter.

My strong coffee won't jump before I excuse it.
They cook virtually, unless -
.

Sick shouts hits above judgements poultice.
Her draper was proud, angry,
And orders beside the corner.
To be filthy or pathetic will

Recommend healthy powders
To unbelievably jaded skins.
Are you old?
I mean, filing throughout active twigs?
.

- He'll be looking for elder

Madeleine until his sauce sours totally.

It's Truth is a Holed Blindfold

2007-12-23T02:10:00.000-08:00

All tailors will be dirty sick caps.
Some aches climb, dream, and improve.
Others wanly care.
Who judges inadvertently?
When no-one recollects
The empty carpenter outside the mirror?
One more quiet jug or hall,
And she'll finitely depart everybody.
See, they have a durable cat. You won't move it...

It's Truth is DM and Penfold

2007-12-23T02:07:00.001-08:00

The subroutine hammers
The newest worker.
Cloud farms...
Blood behind each hardware.
On top -
Blood turns to Cloud.
Orbits across Blood?
With a silver finish after Blood...
Why can't we cook fog?

It's Truth is Tenfold Tudor

2007-12-23T02:04:00.000-08:00

Why won't Bone -
Coast opposite House?
House clogs within Bone.
House coasts.
Bone bombs House.
House adjusts Bone.
The complaint gladdens Bone.
Over the smooth ward.
Bone rains down
Upon home outside
Bone steals a juice.
Home seasons Bone.
Bone stretches near our discontinued volunteer.

2007-12-22T10:29:00.000-08:00

physical metallic bounds
frosted silver face a dew of glass particles
roses stem from broken frozen capillaries
red on white gold cascade puellae
the angel's claws write obsidian anagrams
L'Azur wrapped in velvet curtains of the night back Gallery
severed finger in a cage
steal the signal, the index dissonance
blue ramifications irradiated skin
interaction is a misconception
the mask an empty vessel
Landlords' s tentacles missing the fence closed at nights
Alliteration within the limits of the physical metal and Russian face
wrapped in the velvet curtain l'azur of paling nights closes in
the radiation effects
Dans les limites de la physique du métal
Particules d'argent et de la Russie dépolie
tige de la rose brisée
Puellae Angel ongles rouge obsidienne
L 'azur enveloppé dans un velour des rideaux la nuit, sur le dos de la galerie de la peau, doigt dans une cage
Le signal est volé, la mésentente index
L'interaction est un malentendu
Des masques, des conteneurs vides
Le propriétaire disparu dans la nuit de l'enclos fermé
Allitération, et face à un éventail de la nuit, le retour.

2007-12-22T05:32:00.001-08:00

rui effe

2007-12-21T16:40:00.000-08:00

Hi. I'm here for friends only, but who knows....

My central theme is that the auditory is opposed to the visual. Or do I misremember? This is possible, as I once sharply reduced anything ostensive, irrelevant, appended, with an inanimate, robot thumb. I am making exhaustive lists of these actions. I intend to post these as a final 'end-list' in due course.

My research suggests that findings strengthen widely-held assumptions. So, I'm aiding and adding to some mainstream. Or do I misremember, as I said? I'm not sure I'm truly free to say.

Surely, information decays; surely information is not durable. I model independent formalities in light of this... (as fe-cyber-Socrat\ease.com).

There are, though, several conflicts within my research; and no experiment has thus far demonstrated substance without destructive implications. These get me hot, though.

Lately, I've been distracted. My presentations have been broken, perfunctory, over-combined, positional. I am myself the problem, I think - being myself contrary to the original aims of me, being encoded, post-recalling, hypothetical, mine.

I walk to work each day through a sea of faces, shitting myself.

Suz J

2007-12-21T16:31:00.000-08:00

2007-12-21T16:10:00.001-08:00

Hello.

Experienced at scenery. Looking for others similarly-placed. Anyone out there?

Firstly, we are governmental and anti-plural. Our systems mitigate all you liberal undoubts and unfamiliars into pits with Ama Ouse Ov Ora pendulua. lol We legislate with sticky flags in favour of difficulty and requirement for you. We are candidates for prizes, inexorably inheriting. In essence, we are instant geographers. You will form our colonies. Your purpose is to ensure our preferred representations.

It's late.

Best wishes,
Genome of Arc
Jesu-Boy (of Sun's desiring)

2007-12-21T15:43:00.000-08:00

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The Temptation of St Tuber (click it)

2007-12-21T09:43:00.000-08:00

2007-12-21T09:23:00.000-08:00

rui effe

blasphemy

2007-12-21T06:10:00.001-08:00

2007-12-20T16:15:00.000-08:00

2007-12-20T09:38:00.000-08:00

Thanks to the large thickness

2007-12-20T06:12:00.001-08:00

:

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2007-12-20T02:24:00.001-08:00

Thou Shalt Not Kill

2007-12-19T05:28:00.000-08:00

Dan Le Sac v Scroobius Pip

Wevil, Camel and the Glass Sympathy Of

2007-12-19T03:59:00.000-08:00

the slimeball wevil and his twisted camel drew circles in the sand. they both dreamy of memphis but with kisses 'n froth. the crutch piece of it was they sought to travel. not only here but over there. over there where skyKrappers picked the nose of zeus and offal fell with plump meat sounds onto some think culled a sidewalk and window. they drove their fat wheels forth and fifth with muddy inclinations past roses and road kill painted block hammer trill onto country side and side. blind faith filled their pumpers with glee and haemogobblin fluids that prickled pert parts.

(Camel circa 1913 before the surgery)

wevil filled his bladder with much water and additional cone comforts to stretch his tissues pale 'n soggy but still quite/queer usable. this steady eddy composure left him manhood proud und ubberstraus mein bitter? the two pals plotted on toad and rallied their grisly grail mindsets to mustard up the cremated battlements that hung, babylon like, bear shine and chill. oh, the wind blubbed a pine forest that bitter swollen river cool ran and threw cats and ducks down with eiderdown, piltdown piddle fill puddles. but onward, ever onward thee trot.

(poor old wevil display's a bout of tempestuous bowel trumpetting)

the rise of it all came somewhere between stoke and birmingham in the sunny interlude that was wolverhampton but without the hampton that hung swinging heavy between the legs of frenchman henry (a noble soul but driven insane by the sound of the happy mondays music)who had joint the minty crew with little regard for personal Hy-Gene who he left behind to mind the children and the goats. it was piss poor chiding blessed and he knew it but being the grim, gritty underpat that he was he never letter on a stone mason nor a bit of it. the city grew like a wart of silver on the roast spittle of green. but to the harry tribe it tasted like Cher Noble and plus. and of course they threw up homes and lived.

...

2007-12-19T00:00:00.000-08:00

Hands
. ~~~~~~~~~~~.Opening
Releasing
. ~~~~~~~~~~~.Nothing

2007-12-18T14:50:00.000-08:00

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

santa's list

2007-12-18T09:41:00.000-08:00

santa drew up his list of who should and who should not get presents. he was undecided about the heffen's as they seemed not to parade in the colour he wore.
never in red but always in blue and, besides, they never drank the water so how would they shine.
he drew a line through their name on the page.

yellow paper
yellow paper

next he looked at the kotaloc's who sang loudly and displayed their colours proudly on their chests. peacock proud but green. the wrong colour thought santa and besides they sing too much and far too loud and their perfumery smells like old pond water. no shine at all.
he drew a line through their name on the paper.

ancient paper

then he looked at the jozation's the tribe from way back dark who fled the palace with dark robes of purple and hues that fell on balding heads. they wouldn't eat and they wouldn't drink unless the sun shone on monday's and the rain fell on wednesdays. a good people but confused by minor detail. they dressed in purple and that would never do.
he drew a line through their name on the paper.

greasy. folded. parchment.
grey paper.
old paper.

finally he came upon the blessed breed who grew cattle and thought trains that ran over long plains and over tall mountains. they drank the blood of royal jelly and forsook all efforts of televisual news to corrupt their minds from the ideal waters that lapped at their feet. they dressed in red and this seemed good to him. very good indeed and so he took to watching them even when they slept.
he drew a circle around their name on the sheet of paper.

he called the paper max.

2007-12-18T08:15:00.000-08:00

shirt stabber.
of cowhide collar.
penetrationist.
function follow.
answer the ad.
and live the life.
thumbs taken.
collared wife.

2007-12-18T08:04:00.000-08:00

2007-12-18T04:50:00.000-08:00

2007-12-17T22:11:00.001-08:00

Human freedom has a high price. It is something existentially irregular. One makes sacrifices because of it. In order to function, modern democracies generalise something base; and this generalisation is itself base. We live this terrible ouroboros each and everyday. Modern life is a form of cannibalism. We eat each other and ourselves. I chew my nails, for instance; and, in chewing the fat, here, now, I am eating into you. Human rights are improper, uneven. There is no universal suffrage. Until there is, the concept is meaningless and should not be used. In other words, shut up. Too much is socially withheld. That much is obvious. But too much is ontologically withheld, also; too much is obscure, made artificially opaque. Official mechanisms of justice serve an official injustice. The officers of this injustice are having a party at our expense. The themes of such creatures revolve around notions like responsibility and accountability - but for others. They accept none of these tasks for themselves. Despite our freedom, we cannot help but capitulate, into a system of fake, perfunctory responsibilities, into patterns of living commensurate with trade. Questioning this complex is consigned to history, we are told.

2007-12-17T12:26:00.001-08:00

2007-12-16T14:34:00.001-08:00

2007-12-16T14:29:00.000-08:00

E us uma brown falésia

ADE-AD2

2007-12-16T14:14:00.000-08:00

my lover looks at me with cold blank eyes
while my hands range over her chiselled thighs
she offers me comfort when the blinds are shut
no emotional response from her plastic heart
no emotional response from her plastic heart

2007-12-16T10:26:00.000-08:00

:

:

face - rui effe

2007-12-16T07:36:00.001-08:00

the rebirthing of life and nature...

against reason

2007-12-15T11:51:00.000-08:00

I want to suppress you
In streams
I am a crystal figure
In stop tickled time
Eroded spurs metal spiers of gold dust and carnival flesh
Another nerve vertically smothered and recurring slits
Eclipse mind
Fainting amazone
Your crashed car cast as funeral pyre in amber
Otaku stalker
The last of will
On your cheekbone
My crayon writes on
I see you suppress
This stream
I figure crystals
Question time will be halted
Gold dust and corrosion of the metal spire San Antonio meat Carnival
Another recurring nerve is disconnected and vertical and Associates
Grilled hearts
Amazone silsin
Your car crashed in the mountains of the funeral, casting Amber
Otaku shooting
At the end of the
For your labors
My crayons Writes
You want to inhibit
Stream
I have a crystal Figure
Stop tickled time
Spiers erosion Spurs metallic gold dust and meat Carnival
Another nerve suffocation and periodic vertical slit
Eclipse of the heart
Fainting amazone
Car crashes and amber cast as a funeral pyre
OTAKUSUTOKA
The last part of the
Your cheekbone
I write to the crayon
I suppress please refer to
This stream
My crystallogram
Question time suspended
Gold and corrosion of the metal spire San Antonio meat Carnival
Another regular nerves are severed and vertical ANDOASOSHIETSU
Grilled hearts
Amazone silsin
Your car crash in the mountains of the funeral, casting Amber
Geek Shot
End
Your workers
I write in crayon
I want to suppress you
In the tables
I figure crystal
While stopping Tickled
Spiers Spurs corrosion of metals and gold Carnival flesh
Another nerve vertically suffocating, and repeated cracks
Eclipse mind
Faint Amazon
Your car crashed behind the holocaust funeral amber
Otaku Stalker
Another will
On your cheek bone
My color chalk to write
I see you Suppression
This flow
I figure crystals
Question time will be suspended
Gold and the erosion of the metal tower Spire San Antonio meat Carnival
Another recurrent nerve is disconnected, vertical and its partners
Lamb hearts
Amazon silsin
Your car crashed in the mountains of the funeral, and cast amber
Otaku shooting
At the end Ll
For your workers
Colored chalk my writes
I wanted to curb
Table
I have a crystal figure
Tickled stop time
Spiers erosion Spurs metallic gold, meat Carnival
Another nerve suffocation periodic vertical split
Eclipse of the heart
Faint Amazon
Amber car crash and behind funeral holocaust
Otakusutoka
The latter part of
Your cheek bone
Write to chalk color
I suppress please refer to
This flow
My crystallogram
A matter of time suspended
Gold and the erosion of the metal tower Spire San Antonio meat Carnival
Another regular is spare nerves and vertical andoasoshietsu
Lamb hearts
Amazon silsin
Your car crash in the mountains of the funeral, and cast amber
Geek shot
End
Your workers
I write in chalk color
I would like to suppress you
In streams
I am a crystal map
In the end tickled time
Spiers Spurs eroded gold dust and metal meat Carnival
Another nerve vertical stifle the slit and recurring
Eclipse mind
Fainting amazone Center
You crash cars for the funeral pyre in amber fossils
Otaku Stalking
Finally,
On your cheekbone
I write on the crayon
I see you suppressed
This flow
I guess Crystal
Question time will be halted because of
Gold dust and corrosion of metal spire San Antonio Spurs meat Carnival
Another recurrent neural disconnect with the vertical and associated companies
Bake heart
Amazone Center silsin
Your car crashed in the mountains of the funeral, casting amber
Otaku shooting
At the end of last year
Your labor
My crayon wrote:
You want to inhibit
Flow
I have a crystal map
Stop tickled time
Spiers erosion Spurs gold metal dust and meat Carnival
Another nerve suffocation and periodic vertical slit
Eclipse of the Heart
Fainting amazone Center
Accident and amber cast as a funeral pyre
Otakusutoka
The last part of the
You cheekbone
I write to the crayon
I suppressed See
This flow
My crystallogram
Question time suspended
Gold and corrosion of metal spire San Antonio Spurs meat Carnival
Another recurrent neural cut off and vertical andoasoshietsu
Bake heart
Amazone Center silsin
Your car crash, the funeral home in the mountains, casting amber
Qi passenger shot
End
Your workers
I write in crayon
I would like to suppress you
In Table
I guess Crystal
While stopping tickled
Spiers Spurs corrosion of metals and gold Carnival meat
Another nerve vertical suffocating, and recurring cracks
Eclipse mind
Weak Amazon
Your car rammed behind the massacre funeral amber
Otaku Stalking
Another will
On your cheek bone
I wrote the color chalk
I know you repression
Such flows
I guess Crystal
The question time will be suspended
Gold and metal tower erosion of the San Antonio Spurs meat Carnival
Another recurrent neural truncation, vertical and its partners
The sheep hearts
Amazon silsin
Your car crashed in the mountains of the funeral, and casting amber
Otaku shooting
Local employees at the end of 2000
Your workers
I wrote the color chalk
I want to stop
Table
I have a crystal map
Time tickled Station
Spiers erosion Spurs metal gold, meat Carnival
Another nerve suffocation regular vertical split
Eclipse of the Heart
Weak Amazon
Amber car crash behind the funeral of the Holocaust
Otakusutoka
The latter part of
Your cheek bone
Write to color chalk
I suppressed See
Such flows
My crystallogram
A matter of time suspended
Gold and metal tower erosion of the San Antonio Spurs meat Carnival
Another kind of spare parts on a regular basis and vertical andoasoshietsu
The sheep hearts
Amazon silsin
Your car crash in the mountains of the funeral, and casting amber
Qi passenger shot
End
Your workers
I wrote in color chalk

Monday 0.4

2007-12-15T11:12:00.001-08:00

One lung masturbates its marriage to the quantum. Devised eyelids that sparkle with a rare force, a glorious concert welded to tropes across this day in vulgar autonomy, whatever skin you are today. Love this planet, lunge after miracles in league with hours spent in clouded sex. Her book I had written in two uzis posing as an adult, the lit thesis chamber affluent, division eyes the intent to square. She looked beyond by fabled drops to share the past orbiting what's wrong, pussycat?

Discretion martyrs burnt tilting that ancrestral nuance. Blue verbs, combustible slits of wind, Iam both here and climbing into the cashier's exhausting fuck of a day. Murderous hauls a glass-tongued psychosis, a chattering launch of diaspora plus the correct twenty-eight cigarettes scarred, gone black in sleep. Remind me to echo sometimes. Soprano honestly less than breats more imagined, gold for faceless detainees, too heavy for this ruin's inner chasm. Toxic by tomorrow's last race for the abandoned wing-back throne.

This image-bank here thinks of feet screaming by their hot and bothered entropy, what is endured in the conjugate quiver. Dusty plateaus reached by heroin eyes if I wanted or ever needed your space-station. Dosed bitterly of vodka, alcohol blues and forgotten snap-shots, an archaic twirl of edifice built on saliva and fur. Long yellow legs laid open to fractal, bits draping the future you, the one that caresses my desert vandalism and its supine, blue breath. Our imaginations crowded onto squirming heads implicit in offers to zoom, clean as tossed cocaine verdantry, my heart pounding tanned muscular calves, a parallel silver. You have ceased to ribbon minute details, to cascade when borne upon those mysteries that leap after poetry. Chanted psychedelic caves, we refused the heat, tasted the blonde at the back of our throats, otherwise known as the failure to vortex and current as semiotics between soft breasts.

brain

2007-12-15T10:40:00.000-08:00

2007-12-15T10:17:00.000-08:00

through the deep thickness

of my walls

i wait for THE light.

~pi

Reification Can Be Expensive

2007-12-14T07:02:00.000-08:00

there is no path here, it's all a jewelled bullet. variables grow right through simulation into substitution. vats explode like stolen blacks and blues radiant with congress, then answer the door in revealing, diaphanous gowns that spray the unsuspecting with the pungent scent of cloned genitalia. aerial dwarves silently observe clerics talking in the lost garden, dribbling love at the edges of the rhyme scheme.

machine injuries, newsprint head-wounds chew sevens from the face of the clock. all this faded glory translates into digital shots fired into the already-dead. the full silence lustily tongues cheap drafts into the wee hours, easy and caustic songs about the future. the banality of prison-life continues making your hamburger a beautiful thing writhing here in the addiction to ankles and their attendant blur.

stains on the curtain 2

2007-12-14T06:55:00.000-08:00

2007-12-13T16:31:00.000-08:00

electro
brain-space
neo ruela galileo
cybercult resurrection

/t.

2007-12-13T14:09:00.001-08:00

2007-12-13T14:04:00.000-08:00

2007-12-13T12:59:00.000-08:00

back to basics

2007-12-13T04:11:00.000-08:00

2007-12-12T13:43:00.000-08:00

in the limbs vacant stare the road to the moon is
ancient city static in the limbs vacant stare
eat a body covered with teflon reborn as Rat
irradiated stars eclipse on line eye burns deep and swollen
chorus girls in drag genets tennets acid Aurora in albis
your name whispered as I die in my sleep
grabbing razorblades as memories of the bombing strategic mind
casting spells proliferation in the context perfussion pederasts
white phosphoric northern burns
song title dreams of beard swallowers swords horses in the circus sacrifice
Vivisectioned hearts pump in
ventricular pinned ceilings distorted told sacramental
masked cancerous Predators
I was barely able to hug naked remains constant
grief stalked membrane shallow soil
permafrosted infection of the brain and necrosed I submit to the slaves neurone Veils
Loss of the ancient city of static subsequent vacancy
Eat itself as a rat
Radiation burns deep snow and poured stars eclipse
Your name is revered as I sleep dying
the spread of Animal lysis in the evening light angelicata
But memories seize strategic mindset
white northern burns
the song's title dreams Vivisectioned heart pump chlorhidric
Bubble talk of the castle and ventricular distortion fixed ceiling
Raiders of the dusk masking of cancer
I just naked wrestling remains constant
Stalked membrane
Necrosed
Neurone
Veil

the arthritic disco

2007-12-12T13:14:00.000-08:00

i am going to the arthritic disco

dum dee dum dee dum dah dah

where i can pretend to sit and pogo

yeah

yeah

yeah

i will snort some sanatogen

dum dee dum dee dum dah dah

and write my will with a ballpoint pen

yeah

yeah

yeah

fullifiled by my lifes pursuit

i will find a woman who is hirsute

i will run my fingers through her fluff

and watch her flake with pale dandruff

oh oh oh oh oh

yeah

oh oh oh oh oh

yeah

looking for my final hump

with a girl with two large lumps

that i can sit and fondle awhile

something to make the pair of us smile

yeah

yeah

yeah

2007-12-12T11:20:00.000-08:00

thirteen

2007-12-11T19:57:00.001-08:00

blow me

2007-12-11T06:16:00.000-08:00

2007-12-11T04:51:00.000-08:00

hair grows on our faces

2007-12-11T02:08:00.001-08:00

|~| between |~|

2007-12-09T18:22:00.000-08:00

;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
;;;;; Motion

hello . i am going on a holiday . could you help me .

yes. of course .with what do you require aid .

where may i find a spa .

now. here.

a hand opens a jelous sun.
with trinket sized broken hearts.
scattered like jacks

and we are a cliff sparrow.

are you falling. for him.

no, it's just there is something.

umhh, what is that something.

oh. no it's nothing. just, well.

and older lady may be afraid.

I can handle that something just fine

still ... ..

and with a frequency to create pitch.

now there.

a leaf opens a newborn moon
with tears of teeth
shattered like raskolnikov

and we are a frozen creek.

;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
;;;;; Action

she sinks her ear into her shoulder .and lifts her brow.
wide blinking eyes .

he tilts his head forward and to the right, slightly. lifts his left lip
while sinking his chin

suddenly straight up and down. lift shoulders and drop them.

eyes immediately to her knees.

speak while raising and gesturing fore.arms
and caving in chest.
now head tilted hard right with raising left eye above the right.

ded.pan.

beaming face and arcing arms
light.

breathe out quickly

sink and glow. sink and glow

wizen, crass grin

stair

oh. sinceare.

oh. serious

face and shoulder: a : downturned crescent.
lower eyes exposed.
still sturdy speach.
and face like a peach.

Axis of Evil #1

2007-12-08T15:42:00.000-08:00

An End

2007-12-08T11:44:00.000-08:00

Motherland principle
Womb duration
Maudlin alchemy
Frugal transgressor
Invertebrate snap

blog....errrrrrrrrrrrrr 2

2007-12-08T11:29:00.000-08:00

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Beginnings

2007-12-08T11:26:00.000-08:00

Subliminal bricklayer
Preachy hillock
Provocative bribe

Exude textile
Subliminal virgin
Childbirth – deportation
Inharmonious mendacity…

Merge

2007-12-08T09:21:00.000-08:00

Watery bleak
Ground tempestuous
Coalesce - coalesce!
Conjoin threefold
Ethyl tamper
Refract praecox…

here to hold myself for you

2007-12-08T09:10:00.001-08:00

2007-12-08T08:42:00.000-08:00

discharge3

bygones and lullabys

an image in the shape of a word

moving to california

like fish

Cardboard jellyfish

Suburban Fertility Symbols

Blacklight Monkey

gaunt truth's

GIVE ME A HUG

Ruela's Glove

Candyglow Popsicle

Bubblegum Gomi

solstice love rites

#9 Talks Back

dark angels

Arrival

Pupa

Not an Original Idea...

Senior Cure Queen

The Inevitable Decline of Capitalism

Transluminal Rheum

Worm Swarm

An initial attempt to map The Street of Clowns

Veridian Conapt Fakir

Uniptych #5

Diptych #3

1965 Copyright Glue

It's Truth a Weft and Warp and Place Untold

It's Truth is Resold Twofold

It's Truth is a Holed Blindfold

It's Truth is DM and Penfold

It's Truth is Tenfold Tudor

The Temptation of St Tuber (click it)

blasphemy

Thou Shalt Not Kill

Wevil, Camel and the Glass Sympathy Of

...

santa's list

ADE-AD2

against reason

Monday 0.4

brain

Reification Can Be Expensive

stains on the curtain 2

back to basics

the arthritic disco

thirteen

blow me

hair grows on our faces

|~| __ between __ |~|

Axis of Evil #1

An End

blog....errrrrrrrrrrrrr 2

Beginnings

Merge

here to hold myself for you

|~| between |~|