10/13/08

shards

thanks bro

typing again, after so long - why did i stop writing? i forgot why - treated words like a texture - rhi baubles, the harsh, but not that harsh, the harsh edge of the crunch that is really more of a squish - all these patter splatterns... and forget forgot where he was -- black hole, white hole, we've heard them before - ok - another coat

another coat of frosting

some more keys to scrape your syntax

we're trying to turn corners, collectively, individually... little men, kiddies, not a party place - transcribing - because i like being part of the texture, and framing {incadecently; why do i hate frames? it's not important but it might become a matter of practicality... the REALITIES of LIVING as an ARTIST

victoria

STREET

i'm riding the aloof bouncy k wave as i type this - taking google's advice
per spelling correction where applicable... sic

that ol pixies song

making

and other cuntcile tendencies

how much would you pay for

absurd upholstery

good thing, and there's no excuse for it, and they didn't correct my spelling, all funneled into the groovitational archives - terminator exit

bring the noise

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not paranoid when you should be just one of my normal keyboard improvisations, nothing special, except that it's recorded on a real grand.