| Thursday, May 11th, 2006 |
| 12:58 pm |
american poetry
'one rembers hysterical laughter a summer night, when no one was happy' |
| Monday, April 24th, 2006 |
| 12:39 pm |
the entire cruel, tight fisted and just plain stupid history of the human world can be firmly attributed to the anomally that is the male of the species, more specifically his inability to produce milk from his own breast. |
| Thursday, April 6th, 2006 |
| 3:07 pm |
the effort of listening to the spaces where our words should have been was only slightly offset by excessive drinking. the morning has found me in a mood for song, a mood slowly erroded by these jerry-rigged surroundings. some people pushing a shopping cart full of coke cans over broken civic ground reminded us that we are in the midsts of the so called third world. the horizon is a mess of cinder blocks and steel reinforcing wire. At the railway station you can buy all manner of medicines from young men drinking mixers, they say 'we'll see you again soon' and keep their hands in a position of readiness, as if the air is about to be burnt by the wildfire discharge of homemade guns. |
| Thursday, March 30th, 2006 |
| 9:41 am |
an annoying drunk who enjoys being tortored by beauties ruined by years of bad cocaine. a singer who just wants to sleep. a big boned scottish lass who hides weeping psychic wounds under a surfeit of words. kept nikki awake all night. |
| Tuesday, March 28th, 2006 |
| 12:47 pm |
tagging is not cool, its human lady, your eyes are cruel |
| Wednesday, March 22nd, 2006 |
| 10:09 am |
we breathe in couplets careful not to undust the flower's inner song |
| Monday, March 20th, 2006 |
| 12:37 pm |
the vaguest distal sense of poisonous voices, your table is set, deny your empire! |
| Thursday, March 9th, 2006 |
| 3:39 pm |
he can use the palace as a footrest. listening to the building's false teeth. hi there |
| Thursday, February 16th, 2006 |
| 4:16 pm |
reading lispector and the room fills with dying monarchs |
| Monday, December 26th, 2005 |
| 12:18 pm |
your father gets lost, mine is quite foolish, your father gets lost all the time but he is safe in this city. if you look closely at mine you will see bloods creased around his eyes, if you listen you will hear that his small talk is like bullets. it is not outrageous to say that he is war. your father can plane wood to a perfect angle. |
| Friday, December 23rd, 2005 |
| 12:22 am |
yeah, you know i hate christmas, like really realy hate it, of course christmas aint too hot on me either and whole days can be spent trying to overcome the malignant spiritual malaise and all the little trip ups it supplies, so a surprise to have guitar wolf play in our shitty main street (the real main street) like a big ol' gift wrapped lovely. and he was lovely too in a spiffing red scarf and leather. kids danced in the street, that was cool. cue moan but it took them ages to set up a guitar sound that sounded like the amp was set on the wrong impedance, so a long sustained and buiding high pitched scream throughout, and the guitar tech had the guitar like in the wierdest tuning, not even atonal, weird. in fact it was weird, as if these things will always be jinxed. we laughed when one old junky yelled out, indignant, "your guitars outta tune", no kidding dude. i was not laughing quite so much when i bumped into ...and... who very quickly said "you seen...?' "no, he crossed me off his list..again" "ok if you see him tell him we are gunning for him... we are serious" "i could not imagine you any other way" nervous laughter "see ya" |
| Wednesday, December 21st, 2005 |
| 2:19 pm |
christmas you are ghost of presence |
| 1:25 am |
our palaces have no dungeons |
| Tuesday, December 20th, 2005 |
| 1:09 am |
we love the people we love the poor actually we are the people we are the poor. |
| Friday, December 16th, 2005 |
| 1:44 am |
how bout i write a letter to president bush, one that reads- 'dear mister president, i know how much you like being called mister president, maybe because that name has magical powers, anyway, dear president, just over half the world finallly agress that they wish you would go away and die. how do you feel about this? please write care of the south pole yours sean |
| Thursday, December 15th, 2005 |
| 1:06 am |
in the distance a man says over and over, "we are nearing the end". driving in an old, very powerful german car with a sunroof, lent by a friend while they enjoy north western climes. like powerful cars. mmmmm. seems like yesterday i was wrecking cars on the barrier, i have to explore that island's antipathy to me. me me. |
| Saturday, December 10th, 2005 |
| 1:59 am |
with cat, watching 'the steel mill' on c4. neu mort metaaal, 'she looks like a t-shirt'. we agree, its totaly digital. |
| Monday, November 14th, 2005 |
| 11:49 pm |
song
i do not smoke cigarettes i do not go to shows i do not think about the weather or drive to some hot pools but enough about me already |
| Saturday, November 12th, 2005 |
| 2:31 am |
oh yeah earlier i talked philosophy with my surrogate spanish grandmother. naturally there were some misunderstandings. i could not for the life of me think of the word for nihilist. |
| 2:22 am |
koreans make excellent policemen this is one of the many things i thought about while walking on one of the most beautiful beaches in the whole wide fucken world. i did not think for a second that i should be doing anything else. i have tied myself to a coffee table because the night air wants me to go with it i had something else to say ah fuck it |
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