February 2012
32 posts
a rose by any other name would be a different rose
come with me, we’ll shoot elephant guns on the marta train
we’ll be together for a while, then apart, AH, disdain
that sweet infinite depression comes sweeping back quick
like a stab in the back, or some sort of ear flick, from some dick who lacks empathy
true, sympathy is a drug like the rest of em, ignored by the best of em
but cultivated in the chest of em, ya feel? for real,...
Sitting at the table doesn’t make you a diner, unless you eat some of what’s on that plate. Being here in America doesn’t make you an American. Being born here in America doesn’t make you an American. Malcolm X
how fucking dumb do you have to be to get caught up in a throne anyway
build your own
there arent enough smooches in the world
thank you boost mobile
i apparently wont be able to receive or send any texts til march 3rd
My pupils shrunk to pinholes and everything came into focus and for a moment I understood.
crunch piano no effort never any effort any effort and you’re throwing too much in
you don’t have that much keep what you got ride in that fantastic new car
that stolen car that beautiful resource consuming vehicle bound to the road but
beyond it on top bottomed out, never stopping go hump whatever you want
the american dream, the german initiative, whoever, gumption and elbow...
for evr ymoment that’s worth recording
there’s forty thousand worth erasing
for every moment you’re sure there’s a progression
there’s forty thousand that remind you there is none
it’s a one plus a negative one, a black plus two greys
if i had a nickel for every time i thought about her, i’d have all the nickels
waste of a big un
american culture has a nasty habit of taking things that everybody enjoys for legitimate reasons and bastardizing it to the point where no sane person would ever find it appealing
men like large breasts, american culture turns large breasts into a grotesque display of surgical brilliance, big fake orbs on a big fake torso, with fake lips and hair to match
people like drinking booze, american...
PRO LIFE ARGUMENT
Corporations should have more rights than pregnant women!
i am a mix of primal instincts, media delusions, and a whole bunch of misconceptions about what people want
the majority of my cells are not my cells, the majority of your cells are not your cells
bacteria and pollen, a whole lot of nothing bouncing against itself, asking for change
begging for change
bukowski’s bluebird has moved on to me
riding on my shoulders, asking me what time it is
reminding me to weep, well hey man, i know how to weep
very pop culture on this dreary saturday morning, very lunchbox
MUCH lunchbox, and also, a good bit of something different but maybe it’s so goddamn boring you don’t even know
you don’t even KNOW
how much
like four thousand blue whales lifting the world’s largest gold nugget
I’m talking today, right now, present
PUT A STAMP ON IT
just give it to the weird...
January 2012
8 posts
im a bug, trying to win the favor of a fucking hurricane
bored with my position, my wild suppositions
might be right? might be mutual?
might be just, and not habitual?
stored in my position, is a wild composition
might be valid? might be wanted?
might be just and not just haunted?
glorified in my position, every type of inhibition
might be discarded? might be lost?
might be just and not just tossed?
stored in my position, is some wild...
yes the herb’s superb but will it get you off the curb? will it separate you, will they commemorate you for your efforts? effortless, no skill, just pills, and a dime bag with no dimes, good times, bad rhyme skills, but hey
im white, so it’s right that i lack the flow, but instead of complaining, instead of refraining from gaining some improvement, some movement in the right...
I can tell
I can TELL
I’m a hard sell
I’m a hard cell
No osmosis for me
No mimosas to see
Clamoring to be
The kid people postpone plans for
That people wash their hands for
Abandon their man for
December 2011
6 posts
So distinguished, with a powder that could entirely extinguish the sun.
A build that could force architects to their suicide, but at least they blue print their own disaster.
Tips and cliffs perfectly placed, suggesting an end to the negative space.
Any man could be convinced of God given such a view of such a landscape.
And there I is, pioneer, spying through a grand glass tube, smudged and...
and it’s nice enough to make a man weep, but I don’t weep, do you?
November 2011
15 posts
