So much of the irrationality in our lives brings with it hope. Hope for some sort of meaning. Or at least some measure of fleeting happiness. With this in mind I will continue to be irrational as long as I am able. Weather permitting.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Binary loadlifters very similar to your moisture evaporators in most respects
Constant feast and famine.
I've no plan but I have this luke warm disorder, this scrappy discipline.
I have your ghost in my bed.
And I have your scent on my sheets.
You have misplaced my blueprints and plans.
For a sound future.
For safety.
You are a reminder to me that there is joy in not knowing.
I've no plan but I have this luke warm disorder, this scrappy discipline.
I have your ghost in my bed.
And I have your scent on my sheets.
You have misplaced my blueprints and plans.
For a sound future.
For safety.
You are a reminder to me that there is joy in not knowing.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Don't hate me everyone. Bad things pop into my head occasionally. They must be purged.
Gut you pig.
Fuck fallen insides.
Lubricate my machine sex.
Finish inside you.
Fuck fallen insides.
Lubricate my machine sex.
Finish inside you.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Fragrance
He kills his own.
Not for food.
Decimates his own
to facilitate
total silence.
Complete isolation is to be
perfectly inactive.
To achieve total safety.
Not for food.
Decimates his own
to facilitate
total silence.
Complete isolation is to be
perfectly inactive.
To achieve total safety.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
48 hours and a number of weeks
I can bend what I am to suit what I need to be.
I will never be subservient to that part of myself that would hurt myself.
Ever again.
I will never be subservient to that part of myself that would hurt myself.
Ever again.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
One does not simply walk
I feel my hands swell as I walk
and as I do
I am
compelled tonight
to wash.
and as I do
I am
compelled tonight
to wash.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
I will examine it myself
Summer heat
hides in our still,
green river.
Our primary,
blinding source
sets ablaze
car and factory.
Steer and citizen.
Carbonising all idea and hope.
Our permanently blackened, exhausted landscape
hastily beckons an
incomplete and short lived respite.
Yet concerete deliverance escapes us
and we continue to endure
this hell of our making.
Another pointless winter.
hides in our still,
green river.
Our primary,
blinding source
sets ablaze
car and factory.
Steer and citizen.
Carbonising all idea and hope.
Our permanently blackened, exhausted landscape
hastily beckons an
incomplete and short lived respite.
Yet concerete deliverance escapes us
and we continue to endure
this hell of our making.
Another pointless winter.
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