chicken breast cooked in prosciutto
duck fat potatoes
steak in bacon fat
garlic butter mash
stuffed tempura mushrooms
glazed suckling pig
kentucky fried dugong
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
the father is important because he is a vehicle for my doubt
i worry that my blood will kill me
when i drink too much it gets thick
and it makes my feet swell a bit
my toes lose their feeling when i ride
it's my blood
and it may clot and i'll die
but
it's my blood
then i take other stuff
and it makes my guts sore
it takes my mood south
it's my fathers blood
but i dont feel like im much like him anymore
almost never now
even though it's his blood that i carry
it's my blood
even if it doesn't work well
it's my blood
regardless
it's my blood
when i drink too much it gets thick
and it makes my feet swell a bit
my toes lose their feeling when i ride
it's my blood
and it may clot and i'll die
but
it's my blood
then i take other stuff
and it makes my guts sore
it takes my mood south
it's my fathers blood
but i dont feel like im much like him anymore
almost never now
even though it's his blood that i carry
it's my blood
even if it doesn't work well
it's my blood
regardless
it's my blood
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
unknown unknown
i slit myself cock to ear
i slit myself cock to ear
i slit myself cock to ear
i slit myself cock to ear
i slit myself cock to ear
i slit myself cock to ear
i slit myself cock to ear
i slit myself cock to ear
i slit myself cock to ear
i slit myself cock to ear
i slit myself cock to ear
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
I shall do justice to the following
the cockaroach.
shit.
spiders.
flies.
urine.
undies.
pooh.
stinky palm.
shit.
spiders.
flies.
urine.
undies.
pooh.
stinky palm.
as a physician you of all people should appreciate the dangers of re-opening old wounds
eating.
thinking about how much cockaroach is in these noodles?
how much urine is on my hands as i lick my fingers?
how much faeces is left on my hand from before?
have i eaten desicated spider unintentionally?
i don't care for spiders.
flies.
i've eaten flies before.
while i'm riding my bike generally.
they just fly in there.
it is gross.
not much you can do though.
scratch your bum.
now your hand smells.
scratch it again.
scratch too hard.
flies in my mouth.
buzzing spitting.
blood in my undies.
skid marks from scratching.
stinky palm.
it is a bit better but
it still itches.
thinking about how much cockaroach is in these noodles?
how much urine is on my hands as i lick my fingers?
how much faeces is left on my hand from before?
have i eaten desicated spider unintentionally?
i don't care for spiders.
flies.
i've eaten flies before.
while i'm riding my bike generally.
they just fly in there.
it is gross.
not much you can do though.
scratch your bum.
now your hand smells.
scratch it again.
scratch too hard.
flies in my mouth.
buzzing spitting.
blood in my undies.
skid marks from scratching.
stinky palm.
it is a bit better but
it still itches.
Thoughts on painting and art
Justice has been done to so much.
Justice has been done to the human figure
Justice has been done to gestural abstraction
Justice has been done to queerness
Justice has been done to the fried egg
Justice has been done to hard edge
Justice has been done to order
Justice has been done to straightness
Justice has been done to purity
Justice has been done its opposite
Justice has been done to the sweet potato
Justice has been done to the mountains
Justice has been done to beautiful girls
Justice has been done to warfare
Justice has been done to men
Justice has been done to pop
Justice has been done to chaos
Justice has been done to Australiana
Justice has been done to the human condition
Justice has been done to white goods
Justice has been done to the milkshake
Justice has been done to extremeness
Justice has been done to feminism
Justice has been done to porno
Justice has been done to language
Justice has been done to politics
Justice has been done to the human figure
Justice has been done to gestural abstraction
Justice has been done to queerness
Justice has been done to the fried egg
Justice has been done to hard edge
Justice has been done to order
Justice has been done to straightness
Justice has been done to purity
Justice has been done its opposite
Justice has been done to the sweet potato
Justice has been done to the mountains
Justice has been done to beautiful girls
Justice has been done to warfare
Justice has been done to men
Justice has been done to pop
Justice has been done to chaos
Justice has been done to Australiana
Justice has been done to the human condition
Justice has been done to white goods
Justice has been done to the milkshake
Justice has been done to extremeness
Justice has been done to feminism
Justice has been done to porno
Justice has been done to language
Justice has been done to politics
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
unknown unknown
all me existential rage
is for nought
as i am sated
with simply
a pear danish and
a strong cup of coffee
is for nought
as i am sated
with simply
a pear danish and
a strong cup of coffee
Saturday, September 5, 2009
unknown unknown
Dead innocence.
The earth is scorched.
Disaster is the
empty corpses that litter the streets
and the silent structures of the city.
The desert presses in.
Dust is the dominant state of things.
It is a wasteland seen in a million movies.
Traversed in video games.
Written in a million novels and poems.
The world.is lost.
Worse.
We saw it coming.
It is a loss coloured with the torture of memory.
The loss of what it was.
The potential of what it could have been.
Our only constant now is the desert,
both within and without.
The earth is scorched.
Disaster is the
empty corpses that litter the streets
and the silent structures of the city.
The desert presses in.
Dust is the dominant state of things.
It is a wasteland seen in a million movies.
Traversed in video games.
Written in a million novels and poems.
The world.is lost.
Worse.
We saw it coming.
It is a loss coloured with the torture of memory.
The loss of what it was.
The potential of what it could have been.
Our only constant now is the desert,
both within and without.
unknown uknown
Nuclear weapons are not mediocre.
I want to be a nuclear weapon.
Small and not very special to look at,
full of catastrophic potential.
I want that power.
The power to simplify this world.
A world which is now completely beyond my understanding.
I want to be a nuclear weapon.
Small and not very special to look at,
full of catastrophic potential.
I want that power.
The power to simplify this world.
A world which is now completely beyond my understanding.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
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