i’d like to narrow it down to rose
it was farce, now it's tragedy
i'm logical, grasping for love
quite requited
i like that
it's a fly vertex
it's a poisoned corner
it's fucked, but it’s flicked, kinetic,stuk~
nature is a whore
isn't that what he said
that self-killer?
do you see how bitter the reality is?
can you love me through that clarity?
i disrespect people who respect me
familiarity breeds contempt
that's another reason i'm in the vortex
i see you sittin’ there – ya think you’re so cool
well why don’t you just...
that's my delirium, that's hell
that's what i got and didn't deserve
my reward for being assraped in my sleep
twenty thousand leagues under dramamine
that's when i get honey on my tongue
that's when i find those folds i looked for
that weren't there when i needed them
that would have got me a gig in dirty vancouver
that would have kept me out of organic nelson
now it's a gratuitous grace
now it’s a gratuitous grace
ace in the hole, yo
i know how to make a space
for us to bury treasure that will
never never never ever again be seen
drinkin up finley’s
finley o’ fiasco
jonathan, luc, michael
we all have biblical names
poor forget, hope less, homeless, friends with punnish names
i'm dissociating and remembering these tangled webs
but not tangled enough i guess, i never got that good strand
that goddew, that goddamn dew, that's what i wanted in the web
where is it, can anyone direct me? nevermind, don't impoverish guatemala
to prop up my lifestyle, we will aportion the fruits of the earth
in the morning, when we wake up, we will grind coffee for gaia, we
will sit down and work this out all civilized like
it’s got to expand, solvents will solve everything, clean the stainless steel, cement the cracks, pave over love, wrap your sore finger in tight plastic, dildos for all, of anita hardcock stock, hardy, hearty, healthy, wealthy, wise business decisions, invest in a machine that’ll retain its sheen, pristine hobart dishpit, it’s the shit yo, it’ll appreciate, it’s a work of art, keep it frosty, keep the steel shining, it’s what you want to do, it’s why they pay you wages, i suck electricity, i metabolize music, i record, archive, ramble, moan, forget to take my serts... if a drunk dies i don’t hear, it’s a splatter i scraped off the new hobart dishwasher steel, just a lost synapse, polished over with steel cleener, smells like steel clean, real steel clean, steely eyed while that same goddamn iron maiden song plays, AGAIN, how many times do i have to hear this stupid fucking song, thinking about my lost girl and how it lapped literary waves, stfu, scrub, rehab 2029 bioclock marty mcfly, brain salad surgery, giger got it right with dx balls
7/31/08
7/21/08
hara kiri kamikaze
hara kiri, hari hari
hara kiri, kamikaze
my afterlife
will last 330 milliseconds
oh it's hara kiri time
and i'll meet nobody's eyes
it's kamikaze time
a shameful suicide
i won't give you trouble
if you don't harm my pride
it's hara kiri time cause
i'm dead inside
he was a logical asshole
i'm an irrational saint
and i'll meet nobody's eyes
it's kamikaze time
a shameful suicide
i won't give you trouble
if you don't harm my pride
it's hara kiri time cause
i'm dead inside
he was a logical asshole
i'm an irrational saint
he was technically correct
he was technically correct
everybody loves a chump
everybody loves a chump
we don't chloroform our friends
unless they're really good friends
everybody loves a chump
it's hara kiri time
i won't work another day to support my inner child
it's kamikaze time
it doesn't have to get intolerable before i quit
it's hara kiri time
i don't want to test the stress limits
it's kamikaze time
i can see where this is headed
it's hara kiri time
i'm taking you down with me
it's kamikaze time
you're fired
oh yes, you're being pretty petty
oh yes, and it costs you a pretty penny
right back at you retard, i can be as petty as you
when i talk revenge i follow through
it doesn't cost me a thing
my life is worth nothing
it's hara kiri time
i'm so clean you can't see me
it's kamikaze time
i'm next to godliness
i'll be gone
in my chasm of deadcalm
you won't find the vermin you need to loathe
anyone can feel angst, anyone can be angst
everyone's a snowflake, everyone's a critic
oh it's so funny, your need to be elite
how you sweat to seem so cool
i guess you're elite at being elite
it's easy to be rich if that's all you want to do
i haven't forgiven you, it was only a moment of weakness
we're all sinners, still sinners
but at least i didn't get caught stealing smokes from my checkout aisle
there's that in my favour
it takes more than blamelessness
to get into the canadian land of the dead
i just have to do one thing
put you in the E.R.
that's all i've got to do
then you get a story, a sympathy card
whatever it is people like you get out of the deal
and i get an afterlife
it will last 330 milliseconds but it'll feel longer
he was technically correct
everybody loves a chump
everybody loves a chump
we don't chloroform our friends
unless they're really good friends
everybody loves a chump
it's hara kiri time
i won't work another day to support my inner child
it's kamikaze time
it doesn't have to get intolerable before i quit
it's hara kiri time
i don't want to test the stress limits
it's kamikaze time
i can see where this is headed
it's hara kiri time
i'm taking you down with me
it's kamikaze time
you're fired
oh yes, you're being pretty petty
oh yes, and it costs you a pretty penny
right back at you retard, i can be as petty as you
when i talk revenge i follow through
it doesn't cost me a thing
my life is worth nothing
it's hara kiri time
i'm so clean you can't see me
it's kamikaze time
i'm next to godliness
i'll be gone
in my chasm of deadcalm
you won't find the vermin you need to loathe
anyone can feel angst, anyone can be angst
everyone's a snowflake, everyone's a critic
oh it's so funny, your need to be elite
how you sweat to seem so cool
i guess you're elite at being elite
it's easy to be rich if that's all you want to do
i haven't forgiven you, it was only a moment of weakness
we're all sinners, still sinners
but at least i didn't get caught stealing smokes from my checkout aisle
there's that in my favour
it takes more than blamelessness
to get into the canadian land of the dead
i just have to do one thing
put you in the E.R.
that's all i've got to do
then you get a story, a sympathy card
whatever it is people like you get out of the deal
and i get an afterlife
it will last 330 milliseconds but it'll feel longer
7/12/08
deep
way down
where you never go
only the pretty ones
only the ugly ones
you want a word?
i'll give you a word
you want paranoia
i'll give you a web
paranoia
way down
*
thank god i'm enslaved
and everything is
*
drain
drainD
drain
drainD
drain
drainD
DRAIND....DRAINDDD
YES - now THAT is how i'm supposed to feel - perfect - captured it - - dunk dunk oh amon, you're better than i gave you credit for, even if the keyboard is verticle now, hehe...>\
where you never go
only the pretty ones
only the ugly ones
you want a word?
i'll give you a word
you want paranoia
i'll give you a web
paranoia
way down
*
thank god i'm enslaved
and everything is
*
drain
drainD
drain
drainD
drain
drainD
DRAIND....DRAINDDD
YES - now THAT is how i'm supposed to feel - perfect - captured it - - dunk dunk oh amon, you're better than i gave you credit for, even if the keyboard is verticle now, hehe...>\
mormon music reviews
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pat pat patterns
oh amon
packages
silly packages
of silly things
oh amon
silly strings of meanings
silly meaning strings
amon tobin
crazy ribbons and what is it they say about the jay, is he an artist, or a narcissist? or a car crash? a trainwreck? a hurricane? a drop of dew? yo. u. 2. i had to, you know, you just lol gotta go with the flow, especially things are bouncing, you know you can do better but you better not try, the record labels are gonna come and make us all feel, uh, whatever. White Sucrets Solution. Grocerypharm slanted, this town needs one of those old things, so say i, at the behest of this song.
pat pat patterns
oh amon
packages
silly packages
of silly things
oh amon
silly strings of meanings
silly meaning strings
amon tobin
crazy ribbons and what is it they say about the jay, is he an artist, or a narcissist? or a car crash? a trainwreck? a hurricane? a drop of dew? yo. u. 2. i had to, you know, you just lol gotta go with the flow, especially things are bouncing, you know you can do better but you better not try, the record labels are gonna come and make us all feel, uh, whatever. White Sucrets Solution. Grocerypharm slanted, this town needs one of those old things, so say i, at the behest of this song.
7/10/08
my little corner
well - this is how we do it - for some purpose or other - i remember the imperative - it's not good unless it's delirious and pushed by popping pretty cheeks, you know? that kind of freaknessitude... unfortunately, there is still a lot of cerebral wankery in our future, battles must be waged, let it be more civilized, let it be online, lord i do hope it's not on us to shed blood, i really don't, blob, blob...
those ancient chemicals have faces but they're curved funhouse faces reflected back at me - i'm so afraid - turn off the lights -- it all means too much --- where are my bearings? what meant anything in the past? now all tastes salty and seasoned and just right hot dayum, man, ohno. pure sensation, should we? how about you?
those ancient chemicals have faces but they're curved funhouse faces reflected back at me - i'm so afraid - turn off the lights -- it all means too much --- where are my bearings? what meant anything in the past? now all tastes salty and seasoned and just right hot dayum, man, ohno. pure sensation, should we? how about you?
saw music
the latin real book is unceremoniously subsumed to crumbles, vital crumpers, core campfire crumbles, not long for this world, good for a night, maybe into a melting morning plateau, it might work, we'll see
those horn shots are loud, even on headphones, and there's enough pabst on the kitchen counter to kill art tatum - there's been a slide, in quality, in intelligence quotient, but in the dark scummy valley of the brain drain, on the other side, with half-clever plumbers who haven't fixed our dank basement hideaway homes yet, we feel that standardized tests didn't cover everything - i was a fly on the wall when they standardized the test, corporate canada breeds bad beaurocrats and worse entrepreneurs, all highly successful, i'm waiting in line for my next hit, the next is always best and spice controls life and i have friends in high places and masons in my basement with poison fangs waiting to claw my balls off - i still have my straw hat stashed away, it's dusty but it calls people to me, mugwumps and women but mostly the former, or it might given sufficient delcharm
there's something beautiful about the sight of the saw, the see saw of sobriety and intoxication, the way it sways, the way it cuts through my retinas - thought i was tired, summer gave me a shot, squandered exponential sums of money and became even more jaded, even more jaded, even more meaningless, faux-jaded, meaning too much of nothing, might as well, especially something that's unsayable, i say in a condescending way, you said it before and i nod, i've heard it before but never quite like this, i'll find a way to hear it, see it, you won't see that i see, you'll be frustrated, forget what you were talking about, i'll see that and see that it's the key, i'll fashion the key, you'll see the key after a fashion, my fashion fancy, fancy that you see that fashion, and i'll say hey, what were we talking about? and neither of us will remember because it's not scheduled til novemember
everything changes then
the dirty diaper this country has lived in
creepy k-crust cradle, how old can it be? it's a long artistocratic hangover
hork up your appropos and importune forefathers, fashion chinese fortunes
nicotine bandaids and solider on, the sins and stains of finance, the viral strains of delirium, virulent dramamine, methamphetamine, apple pie, this country
this country
this country
you know what i mean
when i saw you north of peace river
sheeit man, i haven't pimped my sister out just yet
there's still markets, caverns, gemstones and Fine Fruit Combos
that's copyright, FFF, fight for freedom, fight slapstick sarcasm
fight self-effacing irony and question jello biafra
find a goat
dig a moat
row your boat
who's got the tooth?
those horn shots are loud, even on headphones, and there's enough pabst on the kitchen counter to kill art tatum - there's been a slide, in quality, in intelligence quotient, but in the dark scummy valley of the brain drain, on the other side, with half-clever plumbers who haven't fixed our dank basement hideaway homes yet, we feel that standardized tests didn't cover everything - i was a fly on the wall when they standardized the test, corporate canada breeds bad beaurocrats and worse entrepreneurs, all highly successful, i'm waiting in line for my next hit, the next is always best and spice controls life and i have friends in high places and masons in my basement with poison fangs waiting to claw my balls off - i still have my straw hat stashed away, it's dusty but it calls people to me, mugwumps and women but mostly the former, or it might given sufficient delcharm
there's something beautiful about the sight of the saw, the see saw of sobriety and intoxication, the way it sways, the way it cuts through my retinas - thought i was tired, summer gave me a shot, squandered exponential sums of money and became even more jaded, even more jaded, even more meaningless, faux-jaded, meaning too much of nothing, might as well, especially something that's unsayable, i say in a condescending way, you said it before and i nod, i've heard it before but never quite like this, i'll find a way to hear it, see it, you won't see that i see, you'll be frustrated, forget what you were talking about, i'll see that and see that it's the key, i'll fashion the key, you'll see the key after a fashion, my fashion fancy, fancy that you see that fashion, and i'll say hey, what were we talking about? and neither of us will remember because it's not scheduled til novemember
everything changes then
the dirty diaper this country has lived in
creepy k-crust cradle, how old can it be? it's a long artistocratic hangover
hork up your appropos and importune forefathers, fashion chinese fortunes
nicotine bandaids and solider on, the sins and stains of finance, the viral strains of delirium, virulent dramamine, methamphetamine, apple pie, this country
this country
this country
you know what i mean
when i saw you north of peace river
sheeit man, i haven't pimped my sister out just yet
there's still markets, caverns, gemstones and Fine Fruit Combos
that's copyright, FFF, fight for freedom, fight slapstick sarcasm
fight self-effacing irony and question jello biafra
find a goat
dig a moat
row your boat
who's got the tooth?
10 for 80
10 for 80 question?
10 for 80 period
it's decided
10 for 80
he can do it
i see what he deals
200 cash and stash
i can do it
i can use myself
there's enough material
just barely
enough
enough for friends and whatever comes along
the thing we're all hoping for
the thing nobody wants to volunteer for
the thing that must just happen like magic
waiting for the wand
is it in my hand, can't remember, can't see
double triple cubed vision blind
urban handshake disaster
fact or fiction?
dominance plays
fakeries dangling from the sappy crack tree, fear in nelson
embellished stories of the highway patrol
stopped at a data-mining checkpoint
please don't check the breath
hyperventile, get the toxins out of your system
make eye contact, don't freak them out
traffic directions, we weren't avoiding your tail
we were just taking the fastest route home
yes, really, i didn't time it with a stopwatch, but
force of habit, force of habit, like your force
just as habitual
praise through faint damnation
won't you take me home tonight?
boundary girl is everywhere but she's gone, boundless
got me a girl in the clouds
in the clouds, they smell like solvent
those clouds are toxic but they're so clean
lost weekend found missing
mallory buddy and the drummer girl again
she feels "shitty" about not getting back to me
getting back to me?
don't be sorry, just go fuck yourself
i'll watch to make sure it's done right
10 for 80 period
it's decided
10 for 80
he can do it
i see what he deals
200 cash and stash
i can do it
i can use myself
there's enough material
just barely
enough
enough for friends and whatever comes along
the thing we're all hoping for
the thing nobody wants to volunteer for
the thing that must just happen like magic
waiting for the wand
is it in my hand, can't remember, can't see
double triple cubed vision blind
urban handshake disaster
fact or fiction?
dominance plays
fakeries dangling from the sappy crack tree, fear in nelson
embellished stories of the highway patrol
stopped at a data-mining checkpoint
please don't check the breath
hyperventile, get the toxins out of your system
make eye contact, don't freak them out
traffic directions, we weren't avoiding your tail
we were just taking the fastest route home
yes, really, i didn't time it with a stopwatch, but
force of habit, force of habit, like your force
just as habitual
praise through faint damnation
won't you take me home tonight?
boundary girl is everywhere but she's gone, boundless
got me a girl in the clouds
in the clouds, they smell like solvent
those clouds are toxic but they're so clean
lost weekend found missing
mallory buddy and the drummer girl again
she feels "shitty" about not getting back to me
getting back to me?
don't be sorry, just go fuck yourself
i'll watch to make sure it's done right
7/08/08
tight plastic
why are women so numb to affection?
why are they so blase to attention?
because they know, it's all about ego
the guy and his breakaway goal
i'm going back to default
i want to be my not good enough self
don't want to fail at being someone else
it's sad i believe in a soul mate
having witnessed that one
that ship that sailed
this place doesn't breed people toxic enough to like me
they're all too healthy, too hippy
fine and dandy but not for me
i enjoy felatio more in tight plastic
this is the tale of the trojan treasure
don't tell me it "counts"
as if that's what i give a shit about
don't give the game away and i might stay happy
i know you're an abused angel, that's why you slept with me
i'll try to remember it fondly
but baby, there's no guarantee
why are they so blase to attention?
because they know, it's all about ego
the guy and his breakaway goal
i'm going back to default
i want to be my not good enough self
don't want to fail at being someone else
it's sad i believe in a soul mate
having witnessed that one
that ship that sailed
this place doesn't breed people toxic enough to like me
they're all too healthy, too hippy
fine and dandy but not for me
i enjoy felatio more in tight plastic
this is the tale of the trojan treasure
don't tell me it "counts"
as if that's what i give a shit about
don't give the game away and i might stay happy
i know you're an abused angel, that's why you slept with me
i'll try to remember it fondly
but baby, there's no guarantee
6/15/08
let's not
let's not think about that thing
cause that thing reminds me of other things
things that pile up
and make me want to take things
that make me forget things
that take things from me
that give them back to me with other things
that i don't want
maybe if this was prose, she wouldn't roll her eyes
it would be prose pupil, the good student
in the schoolmaid outfit
a cheerleading squad
good cheer, good life
i loved living in literary universes
for as long as i could, i could take things
to extend the literary universes
it was life extension, time dilation
social negation, retardation
it was harmless, it was legal
it was something i got away with
i'll escape
i'll prison break every day i get the strength
every day's a holiday
every day the guards catch me - get their sights on me
shoot me, every day it hurts and sort of heals
every day's a scab overlay, i didn't want to think about that thing
so i looked at a painting, imagined it was my skin
implied something about that thing
grief is brief
life's too short for grief
life is all about forgetting to grieve
jugi fruits are tasty, but they leave an aftertaste
that's not so tasty, and they're probably bad for me
but why should i worry? do skin cells worry?
i'm just a cell, baby, that's my theory
just a pity people don't work for me
not anymore, it's not their fault
just the next stage
of ego cancer
it's better not to think about that
let's not
6/08/08
roast beef and budadoze
i’m stopping off for jugi fruits on my way to the funeral
it’s easy to be stoic when you’re several mountains from the hospital
out of sight out of mind, tritronic distractions
she smoked for eighty some years
i’d say she won that gamble
she raised the woman that made me
maintained a beautiful family
blood is so strange
watered down in this age
alice died in the night
i’ve been learning to drive my whole life
profound paisley poetry
this won't mean anything in the morning
so i'd better write it now
while it's real
silk paisley fabric
ripped from a complete pair of pants
bought from a thrift store in kansas for cents
acting lampshade
2x paisley, folded
self-interlaced
classique serif fractalocutus
golden brown
texture like sun
i post here so that everyone can
see
everyone can
see
see the crystals
hear the crystals
taste the crystals
they're kind of piney, a bit like vinyl, and they'll rhyme, yo
paisley wasn't used or abused by us crazy guys tonight
contra and kita veto'd the scarf, i told luc:
fuck contra, i order you to wear that paisley fragment as a scarf
but then i felt stupid that we were both wearing paisley scarves
like i need any points in the homo column
it's not the paisley, it's the matching
i'm secure in my heterosexuality and paisley
it's that 0.05% that fucks with me
so i ditched the "scarf"
and write of the paisley fabric draped over
my newly installed 100-watt bulb
to make the moodlight right and not too bright
until the smell of burning starts
my subconscious is asking for a raise
says he can't live on minimum wage
i say i can't afford to pay him any more, sorry
wish i could help him, and i know he didn't even want to ask for that raise, but
we're all under the thumb of cerebral corporate cortex coincidence control office
there's crystals though
there's crystals and caves, there's stalacs and stalags, they make you feel brave, them make you forget, forget who you are, forget who you were, see who you might be, be who you might see, some might feel free, sometimes, and we're changing meter NOW da da NOW da da NOW. Cadence. Yes.
- sincerely,
the most pretentious ass in all of europe
edit: edited 4 times, what a douchebag
so i'd better write it now
while it's real
silk paisley fabric
ripped from a complete pair of pants
bought from a thrift store in kansas for cents
acting lampshade
2x paisley, folded
self-interlaced
classique serif fractalocutus
golden brown
texture like sun
i post here so that everyone can
see
everyone can
see
see the crystals
hear the crystals
taste the crystals
they're kind of piney, a bit like vinyl, and they'll rhyme, yo
paisley wasn't used or abused by us crazy guys tonight
contra and kita veto'd the scarf, i told luc:
fuck contra, i order you to wear that paisley fragment as a scarf
but then i felt stupid that we were both wearing paisley scarves
like i need any points in the homo column
it's not the paisley, it's the matching
i'm secure in my heterosexuality and paisley
it's that 0.05% that fucks with me
so i ditched the "scarf"
and write of the paisley fabric draped over
my newly installed 100-watt bulb
to make the moodlight right and not too bright
until the smell of burning starts
my subconscious is asking for a raise
says he can't live on minimum wage
i say i can't afford to pay him any more, sorry
wish i could help him, and i know he didn't even want to ask for that raise, but
we're all under the thumb of cerebral corporate cortex coincidence control office
there's crystals though
there's crystals and caves, there's stalacs and stalags, they make you feel brave, them make you forget, forget who you are, forget who you were, see who you might be, be who you might see, some might feel free, sometimes, and we're changing meter NOW da da NOW da da NOW. Cadence. Yes.
- sincerely,
the most pretentious ass in all of europe
edit: edited 4 times, what a douchebag
glass beach
sinews in, and let's go
straight to the horsemouth
plymouth, seven seems too much
deadly sins and dirty deeds on this glass beach
bizznatch
you work it out for yourself
meaning is so beautifully malleable
like a melody the grace ladies played
with finess, in that context,
examining details, contours, obstructions
it should be said, sampled
consequences
down the draino
we can all relate
except those of us who don't insufflate
demands are far away
far away, abstract, i demand
that, uh, wha?
guilt can't be all bad can it?
now i'm trying to start a religion
trying to find the one thing
the one thing
that will fix everything
yeah that's it
there it is, THAT
muthafucka
straight to the horsemouth
plymouth, seven seems too much
deadly sins and dirty deeds on this glass beach
bizznatch
you work it out for yourself
meaning is so beautifully malleable
like a melody the grace ladies played
with finess, in that context,
examining details, contours, obstructions
it should be said, sampled
consequences
down the draino
we can all relate
except those of us who don't insufflate
demands are far away
far away, abstract, i demand
that, uh, wha?
guilt can't be all bad can it?
now i'm trying to start a religion
trying to find the one thing
the one thing
that will fix everything
yeah that's it
there it is, THAT
muthafucka
6/04/08
don't tell me you expect nothing after
don't tell me that's what you expect
don't tell me you expect nothing after
don't tell me you have no regrets
don't tell me you have no regrets
i'm just a philosopher peasant
i'm just a literary dwarf
this life will be the death of my ego
rock, the strength of my soul
roll, the old riff on the soul
i take comfort in your disdain
outside your floodlights, something remains
in the dark, in the scum, in the dank and the dung
something in me will remain
when everything of me goes down the drain
maybe you played the game harder than me
i thought i played hard but you're harder than me
it's easy to be hard when you're sure of yourself
it's easy to be with those books on your shelf
all those self-authored books on your shelf
maybe the inner light blinded you
maybe guilt is just what you needed
maybe you should have been looking for jesus
should is a word that i shouldn't use
jesus christ
my birth was a laughable accident
yours was divinely ordained
i look for god in the cracks in my floor
you don't look back when they shut the door
you're tired, and life is a bore
i see your point
it struck me through the eye
but i don't think life is a mistake
i relish the music you hate
that is the music i make
wilco puts him in his happy place
a reference for your poor pizza face
don't tell me that's what you expect
don't tell me you expect nothing after
don't tell me you have no regrets
don't tell me you have no regrets
i'm just a philosopher peasant
i'm just a literary dwarf
this life will be the death of my ego
rock, the strength of my soul
roll, the old riff on the soul
i take comfort in your disdain
outside your floodlights, something remains
in the dark, in the scum, in the dank and the dung
something in me will remain
when everything of me goes down the drain
maybe you played the game harder than me
i thought i played hard but you're harder than me
it's easy to be hard when you're sure of yourself
it's easy to be with those books on your shelf
all those self-authored books on your shelf
maybe the inner light blinded you
maybe guilt is just what you needed
maybe you should have been looking for jesus
should is a word that i shouldn't use
jesus christ
my birth was a laughable accident
yours was divinely ordained
i look for god in the cracks in my floor
you don't look back when they shut the door
you're tired, and life is a bore
i see your point
it struck me through the eye
but i don't think life is a mistake
i relish the music you hate
that is the music i make
wilco puts him in his happy place
a reference for your poor pizza face
6/02/08
dyspersal
he sits in his chair, the virtual space where jefferson confronted - his sons from lilith
the nightsaver, saved her night, basking in the glow, rapid retrofade - played at suicide -- offended, deleted --- piled on
detritus ---- got home, nostalgized ----- published - tap tap tap tap tap tap ------
nightcourt - no qualms - egged me on, hard boiled, egged him on - the nice thing about moshpits, it's very intuitive in the
pit, group mind/mindless flailing, nice flailing, disco ordination, binary analog, intergalactic planetary, not enough core
to be hard, note enough card to be whore, too much guilt to be hedonistic, too much fun to be moralistic
radioactive ayahuasca
it's hard to go to sleep in good company
i damn you for being so cool
okay, that's enough
enough!
strangers on a train
totally krossed out
do the hip
if you wanna battle
you better put a flower in my shotgun
shotgun
i dreamed that we were under attack
by tigers, lions, love, rapid rivers
we had to choose, it was so prophetic
you're gonna get one, resonance, turning the frequency knob
the buddha statuette stood, stands, stony
buddha didn't help
dyspersal
dyspersal
cough
chest pain
bruised, strained ligaments
sprained sinews
he hadn't thought of rhiannon in two days
it's in a chasm anyway
dyspersal
off the electrical grid
dyspersonal
ashphault
wellworn
running out of diesel
waiting for the next paycheque
to fix her broken windows
dyspersal
dyspersal
the son revolves around the sun
fkjdkkdkdkddk
so one day
he may beat the drum
a head
and // continue our beating hearts
dyspersed
our beating art
what did we learn, in the school of cruel?
what do we do with the drunken sailor?
tear his genitals from his body?
a suggestion almost taken
the joy, of taking a beating
leather jacket
should we jack it?
choke em if you got em
release the ohm
sweet starseed melodic bleed nullprogeny
what is it that we need?
grease and greed
we are all conflicted
but what we need is
connection
dyspersion
understanding
aspersion
peace II
point oh
communication
dry fetus on the ground
ugly
beautiful
something negative
something beautiful
bets
such is life
betting woman
chants
chance
good times
cracked ribs
the nightsaver, saved her night, basking in the glow, rapid retrofade - played at suicide -- offended, deleted --- piled on
detritus ---- got home, nostalgized ----- published - tap tap tap tap tap tap ------
nightcourt - no qualms - egged me on, hard boiled, egged him on - the nice thing about moshpits, it's very intuitive in the
pit, group mind/mindless flailing, nice flailing, disco ordination, binary analog, intergalactic planetary, not enough core
to be hard, note enough card to be whore, too much guilt to be hedonistic, too much fun to be moralistic
radioactive ayahuasca
it's hard to go to sleep in good company
i damn you for being so cool
okay, that's enough
enough!
strangers on a train
totally krossed out
do the hip
if you wanna battle
you better put a flower in my shotgun
shotgun
i dreamed that we were under attack
by tigers, lions, love, rapid rivers
we had to choose, it was so prophetic
you're gonna get one, resonance, turning the frequency knob
the buddha statuette stood, stands, stony
buddha didn't help
dyspersal
dyspersal
cough
chest pain
bruised, strained ligaments
sprained sinews
he hadn't thought of rhiannon in two days
it's in a chasm anyway
dyspersal
off the electrical grid
dyspersonal
ashphault
wellworn
running out of diesel
waiting for the next paycheque
to fix her broken windows
dyspersal
dyspersal
the son revolves around the sun
fkjdkkdkdkddk
so one day
he may beat the drum
a head
and // continue our beating hearts
dyspersed
our beating art
what did we learn, in the school of cruel?
what do we do with the drunken sailor?
tear his genitals from his body?
a suggestion almost taken
the joy, of taking a beating
leather jacket
should we jack it?
choke em if you got em
release the ohm
sweet starseed melodic bleed nullprogeny
what is it that we need?
grease and greed
we are all conflicted
but what we need is
connection
dyspersion
understanding
aspersion
peace II
point oh
communication
dry fetus on the ground
ugly
beautiful
something negative
something beautiful
bets
such is life
betting woman
chants
chance
good times
cracked ribs
6/01/08
endless stream of negative dreams
negative and violent dreams, every one is my enemy
the most familiar being the most malicious
rage and fear and loathing
not sure where it's coming from
the most familiar being the most malicious
rage and fear and loathing
not sure where it's coming from
5/28/08
holy calamity
almost sleep, kangover visions
glowing interlaced orange rings
fractalized olympic bubble nets foaming into
each other's peripherals, jumping jump ing in and out
in staggered hyperchoreographed patterns over streams of neurons
lulling me to hypnogogia which becomes
the subswamp of sleep, that place i live for
that place i'm almost
HOLY CALAMITY!!!
SCREAM INSANITY!!!
that handsome-boy-modeling-school track, the MP3 alarm for 7:45
when luc said he needed to get up
to work for the depot, the rehash industry
he's a hard worker, i'm glad he doesn't mind
that i blog about him, i think we're getting cooler about that
us internet age people, angsty drivel? yeah, there's a pebble
in my shoe, and there's dirt under my feet, and there's dust
in the corners, and i sweep it up during my kangover
when godliness is next to cleanliness, when the gleam
of the tiles is my only hope of holding myself to gether
the days blur together
morning
one hour of sleep, if you can call it
primo hypnogogia, kung phosphene
the days blur together
don't remember which drugs i did last night
but i remember
who's not in my bed
who i'm still not over
yeah, i remember that, yeah
i will be thankful for the million little pieces
of james frey, they're all i have
glowing interlaced orange rings
fractalized olympic bubble nets foaming into
each other's peripherals, jumping jump ing in and out
in staggered hyperchoreographed patterns over streams of neurons
lulling me to hypnogogia which becomes
the subswamp of sleep, that place i live for
that place i'm almost
HOLY CALAMITY!!!
SCREAM INSANITY!!!
that handsome-boy-modeling-school track, the MP3 alarm for 7:45
when luc said he needed to get up
to work for the depot, the rehash industry
he's a hard worker, i'm glad he doesn't mind
that i blog about him, i think we're getting cooler about that
us internet age people, angsty drivel? yeah, there's a pebble
in my shoe, and there's dirt under my feet, and there's dust
in the corners, and i sweep it up during my kangover
when godliness is next to cleanliness, when the gleam
of the tiles is my only hope of holding myself to gether
the days blur together
morning
one hour of sleep, if you can call it
primo hypnogogia, kung phosphene
the days blur together
don't remember which drugs i did last night
but i remember
who's not in my bed
who i'm still not over
yeah, i remember that, yeah
i will be thankful for the million little pieces
of james frey, they're all i have
5/24/08
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