Monday, September 17, 2007

Why Cable TV Makes Me Wish I Could Perish in A Car Accident

Inside a sphere
Inside a fold
Inside a crinkle


Lived a spark
Herald-hark
Express as air


Inside a sphere
Inside a fold
Inside a crinkle


Upshot a load
E-threshold
One sizzled hair


Inside a sphere
Inside a fold
Inside a crinkle


Came forth a blast
Iconoclast
Thank God: A spare

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Axiom

It does burn bi fold.




Intensity-actuality.




Naked incandescence.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Adulteration


Here we are at the edge.
Step up
Step off
Jump over



Past the light is blindness
Jube-jube love
Crimson lie
Ashen lust



Im fucking tired of stagnation.
Putrid lives
Pointless drive
Impelled decadence


Sunday, September 9, 2007

Meridian


humidity
wet earth
evergreen

Elixir-perfume



Sun-heat
salutary breeze
amaranthine sky

Contented exhaustion.



Scintillating moment.

Concrete ubiety.

Adore-serene.




Will you come again?

Inopportune Independence


Adamant, strong, rigid:
The Vacillator.

Vulnerable, exposed, denuded:
The Boy.



Artfully crafted,
Abominably crippled.



Power:

My Tormentor.
My Lover.
My Friend.


Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Disillusioned Enchantement


So a day in time passed where i finally felt like some part of this definition of adulthood might apply to me.


On my birthday my mother says in passing:

"Don't be a pessimist." - Serious tone, concerned expression-

The dual translation shooting out of her head being that i shouldn't become a bitter hag (note: her pause to look at Power) especially not in front of the man I'm sleeping with.


I ignore the archaic nuances and reply:

"I am not a pessimist. I am a realist.

I don't want to submerge myself in escapism."

Enters thought:

~No, I simply want to complain incessantly about the people who do~


Lightbulb.


Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Action-Reaction

Hi.
You ever have a moment where you know ur face is revealing what a dork you are.
You are not jaded, cool, and and emotionless.
You are not passionately subsided.
You are simply a reaction to an action;
an endless pool of waves;
a blank canvass filled in by the moment,
encompassing a web of associations;
moments of the past,
desires of the future.

Anyways,
So i am pretty much riding the wave.
Not going towards anything,
not moving away from anything.
And it's kind of nice, kind of boring,
kind of driving me nuts.