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credibillity&commonality
Sunday, February 27, 2005 04:02 p.m.
i burped a 'you lose'
and giggled in thought
i timed my respiration
to the things that i got
i breath steady and
try to forget, i see
the down trodden and
whiff the big mitt
slowed down to blue
melting the glue
and dropping what i thought
i had caught.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005 12:55 a.m.
and i think over and over again,
should i write?
should i write?
should i write?
it becomes a seussian chant
should i write?
could i write?
would i write?
other nouns wish to descend on the scene
should i write?
should i write?
should i write?
but first i must deal with my own exorcism
i would write it in a box
i would write it with a fox
i would write it here or there
but i stop before it gets to the good part, where ever that is.
should i write?
should i write?
should i write?
Monday, January 10, 2005 11:34 p.m.
I got, go writing till stop writing...
see eye, Anarchy.
eyes two on most of us fool.
Saturday, January 8, 2005 08:11 p.m.
peace is to a time of war
in a solid state of being
one, an individual it is possible,
though it may seem a contridiction.
Saturday, December 11, 2004 05:57 p.m.
empty
remorse
still shaken, but not shaking
trembling at my own image
a look in the mirror
i don't trust the reflection
a moments thought
i lose the moment
sale
sunk
sundry
Thursday, December 8, 2005 06:32 p.m.
tail bone center
nahnahnah didn't bent her
just used the rules,!ove
and megicky
sticky sticky
leven out the disturbance
power down the interuptions
let it
be n't
nicetry
nicities do crumble
Thursday, December 8, 2005 09:44 a.m.
(tm)ears and mom ents w/it f(ears)
dis,truck,shun-over&over-a,gain
!ove
DRaMaGrL: !ove
DRaMaGrL: cute!
DRaMaGrL: that's really adorable
raid,ED>>>out$ide my bound(RE:$)
n(act)IVity City, circlets of nomenclature. pressed on RIGHTgeezNoxious
DO(you)billed oUt&RE:maIn,iiinnnggg da$ame%
pickupTruck (sic)kled (pic)kled hot and horny
Tuesday, December 6, 2005 11:32 a.m.
oh but really it's wanting to crawl next to you
wriggle next to your skin, like a part of it
to cast mischief and merriment to the wonders
of each others bodies
warm and moist and pulsing
trembling for the birds to sing
out a complimentary whistle
and holding on with great grasps
as grapes poor over the two lovers
they squish and warm.
and slide all over
as the two lay figeting for a perfectly comfortable spot.
Tuesday, December 6, 2005 09:03 a.m.
there is some strange fascination with bombs in this country, USA USA USA
really there is, it's disconcerting, why because if someone out yonder can get their hands on a bomb, like the prezy was so frightened of, then the fuckin people of this country can get their hands on one too.
talk like so much loyalty among one another. well i haven't seen it. i've been in a place where it's violation of families, violation of friends. privacy is a hacked joke to the security statements on the official's papers.
and an e-bomb, is acutally an electro magnetic pulse. sure sure sure to the army it is a weapon and probably we are the first that have developed it even though we're scared of EMP nuclear fallout. and with good reason. anyone caught harboring weapons of mass distruction *then something unintelligable*
SO MUCH HYPOCRISY! gawdamn bible thumpers ought to go back to seminary because i done well learned more about it then they did. my question, who are the pharasees and sadchisees.
Tuesday, December 6, 2005 03:42 p.m.
I dream in a tree, though i'm on the ground
I seem to be one, though they are all around
us.
Saturday, November 27, 2004 07:36 p.m.
hollywood, plethora of show
who in this town, that i do not know
know, something-~mo'?www
well well well<3 uh, yeah>
broken links, it stinks
so ~m!o o' leess?
don't really mister
don't
Really
Saturday, November 27, 2004 07:35 p.m.
coooooooool
the word heard round america
and every other word is not
cool
except plethora
though
that's show biz
Wednesday, November 17, 2004 06:47 p.m.
i had what i didn't
then took the backroad
out of town and proved to the clown
that nothing of the world was around
it was a joke, for shame
he said to me again and again
and i didn't have what he wanted from me.
so i spoke softly, or often not at all
this amused the clown as he plotted the Fall
out of place and without clues
my clown portrayed my spring time blues
he favored another, though i didn't complain
just shoke with fever everytime he spoke my name
though it wasn't love, it wasn't pity
i'm just enthralled with the dirt and gritty
i didn't have what i had
and hope to prove it
i take medicine for what wasn't there
ask the doctors, those clowns don't care.
so i look to TV to tell it straight
oh shit that's fake,
butter on my salt, that's great...
Wednesday, November 17, 2004 08:22 a.m.
Will I do?
to make something come true
up the top to corners of the mountain
spirited awry to once was unite
leaning to one side
Will I do?
change to the other shoe
would that do something
change the picture to the night
dark street lights crowd the empty street
dogs bark in the distance,
for my scuffs and smells
will this do?
Monday, November 15, 2004 04:07 p.m.
here it is. this little space
there it was. this kindly race
oh it goes. that wicked planet
so it goes. that buttered business
trouble is. though i'd rather be waiting
even was getting. and now it's stinking
i plato this writing. terrified of breathing
i plateau your grating. smiling at the glory
there is all these people. grammaticaly correcting
this was all those people. now, it's just me
thinking too much of everything. losing myself
doubled out and over up and around. tossing
coupling in and under down this clown. fooling
toes tap at little dialogue. though it's closing
yuck! imagery of posison on bright toxic green sticking.
Tuesday, November 9, 2004 11:32 p.m.
,ER,;
et(c,)
lite light
bushLite.//light
,ek2 the invalid program in windows.
the little impromptu window opening and closing
snIt
cha
Sunday, November 7, 2004 11:38 a.m.
broken down search engines
searching for the code injuns
not a jimi thing towards the
cubix, rubix, hendrix, quartex
lost in the fire of the jumpin' stumpin' engines
stuttering my own path poised among
precious saints of latter day
cooled down, and looking up
looking for awesome in my jail hound truck
smoking cigarette by the pack of gritts
shits and shits of every little bit of it.
dent
Saturday, November 6, 2004 05:38 p.m.
Fuckit, send me to prison, let it be somewhere rich, so that i may read and have a computer and invest. then when the nights get slow and the showers cold i'll decorate my prison bars. i'll read the dictionary and write it too. i'll rewrite it R?i,get.her<?> ooooh,pauvrecita... mal mal mal mal mal mal mal mal mal mal mal mal mal mal mal mal mal mal mal mal mal mal mal mal mal
WHO GETS IT?!
Saturday, November 6, 2004 05:27 p.m.
would like to give up this computer
thing
george bush wants me to
i can tell,
my leader isn't
mine
would it be giving in
?
or delete my name from the mainframes
if i could will it.
or just pour sugar over it all
like sawdust
to mechanics
do mystics arrive to this place?
does it just become a joke
for the ducks to honk and laugh about
would they give a damn
if they would speak
my dog laika's gotta teach
or no longer my dog am i.
Thursday, November 4, 2004 10:18 p.m.
I lose so much through these lines of communication
or whatever the fuck you want to call them.
i've got the backdoor to the internet.
like it's a funny place
like I've got something to share
this square chair, despairs
and i lose so much love for the people
through the bars and walls of hacked communication
crudded mud on the picturesque faces
that i muddle to love to
run to them, how?
calm as a hindu cow
w/a squinch of a twitch on my face.
Thursday, November 4, 2004 03:08 p.m.
sourced out.<<<<<< cause there is a question
mark>here>y'know>no>i>mean>oh loser.
Division.< i know
it>just>ice>or>corners...
Shit.< tru< e>ism< bah< leaf>trunk>root>
won this,<?>
rabblerabblerabble,listening to the
news,man>losing>peace
writing against code.
Wednesday, November 3, 2004 05:55 p.m.
PO|lite
m-m-m|other
d|aDD
It's|/You
DO|&do
it,sffishy
pulled 7's! pulled 7's! pulled 7's!
lulled|nevermind
made my seat Art,k
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