hello out there.
it's just me here. the lights shine in and
refract.
among many other things, i
would like to thank the forces of creation
for hypergraphia and flash pasteurized odwalla.
the urge to write is a quietly violent bursting of me.
the fine-line borders of the mind's eye bulge.
the whole of these thoughts have
a definite harmonic discordance, a little molten melody.
a series of pretty picture patterns overlaid.
a gangling rhythm unto themselves, seared in and all entangled, this
kaleidoscopic spectrum of colours and shapes shift like indecisive mantle.
i take a sharp sharp blade to the head and slice my own circumference to lay open
what lurks inside it throbbing skull.
i reach in-to and reach out-of and all of these fingers meet and entwine in soft greeting.
sad and distant memories of loss meeting manifest
as thin phantom smells and unreal whispers .
a thorough knowledge of self is clearly possible only through letting go of self completely.
don't worry.
you won't lose yourself unless you want to.
maybe you should worry. you who are nothing but
the same beaten pattern repeating as an extension of surroundings. you
who are nothing but the shrill death screams of lonely faded banshee winds and fallow landlocked gods.
you who are nothing but the inverse of swollen abstrakt proportion down, down on broken knees eating yourself, feeding yourself of self, you, who are nothing but death and the re-enactment of death
and the re-enactment of death crawling skinny, giggling shadow in the wall which is no shadow at all but simply you repeating you. repeating.
you who are nothing but the split red sea bloody foaming sand peeled back lips from dying loamy land.
you who are nothing but dust and the ancient light shining through it and not even bothering to change, you wasted day panic intolerant, intolerable laughtrack fairy tale edition irony machine.
fuck you, you sinister spitshined grinning politically motivated hatemonger doomsday device. fuck you,
you illiterate low wattage celebrity ass-kiss average pedestrian malice sifting inveterate latter-day saint.
fuck you racist sexist fascist classist overwhelmed, undereducated non-union acidic deoxyribonucleic atom splitting over the fate of your vested interest bitch slap radioactive history splashing fisted malignant american tumor.
you make me want to reach up into my own ass and yank all my insides out through gouts of blood to read your superfluous future in my dying agony in my entrails live on a satellite feed directly keyed into your cold unsympathetic mad dog ward mental frequency
(you who are the golden chosen ones worth the price
you who own the future rape the past aint nuthin nice
you rape the land and raze the forest to the crust.
we'd better learn to breathe in carbon ashes now because
the trees are being slaughtered cattle please don't even thought of hallowed ground between the narrow band of skies the sound of my thoughts ricochet like magic bullets aim that burning bush then pull it lit hegemony that spreads like wildfires in the brush.
good thing you've taught us how to breath
the new fresh air with cigarette primers, we'll be martyred like you promised), we,
the human ballast
but now i'm just proselytizing a new chaos.
most of us are just as vicious. i just wish there was a whole lot less fear. and loathing.
EDUCATION IS THE NEW FAITH.
worship at your nearest temple/library/bookstore.
and of course, as always. the final choice is yours.
cause we're all we got.
"with stars in my pocket like grains of sand" -- samuel r. delaney
it's just me here. the lights shine in and
refract.
among many other things, i
would like to thank the forces of creation
for hypergraphia and flash pasteurized odwalla.
the urge to write is a quietly violent bursting of me.
the fine-line borders of the mind's eye bulge.
the whole of these thoughts have
a definite harmonic discordance, a little molten melody.
a series of pretty picture patterns overlaid.
a gangling rhythm unto themselves, seared in and all entangled, this
kaleidoscopic spectrum of colours and shapes shift like indecisive mantle.
i take a sharp sharp blade to the head and slice my own circumference to lay open
what lurks inside it throbbing skull.
i reach in-to and reach out-of and all of these fingers meet and entwine in soft greeting.
sad and distant memories of loss meeting manifest
as thin phantom smells and unreal whispers .
a thorough knowledge of self is clearly possible only through letting go of self completely.
don't worry.
you won't lose yourself unless you want to.
maybe you should worry. you who are nothing but
the same beaten pattern repeating as an extension of surroundings. you
who are nothing but the shrill death screams of lonely faded banshee winds and fallow landlocked gods.
you who are nothing but the inverse of swollen abstrakt proportion down, down on broken knees eating yourself, feeding yourself of self, you, who are nothing but death and the re-enactment of death
and the re-enactment of death crawling skinny, giggling shadow in the wall which is no shadow at all but simply you repeating you. repeating.
you who are nothing but the split red sea bloody foaming sand peeled back lips from dying loamy land.
you who are nothing but dust and the ancient light shining through it and not even bothering to change, you wasted day panic intolerant, intolerable laughtrack fairy tale edition irony machine.
fuck you, you sinister spitshined grinning politically motivated hatemonger doomsday device. fuck you,
you illiterate low wattage celebrity ass-kiss average pedestrian malice sifting inveterate latter-day saint.
fuck you racist sexist fascist classist overwhelmed, undereducated non-union acidic deoxyribonucleic atom splitting over the fate of your vested interest bitch slap radioactive history splashing fisted malignant american tumor.
you make me want to reach up into my own ass and yank all my insides out through gouts of blood to read your superfluous future in my dying agony in my entrails live on a satellite feed directly keyed into your cold unsympathetic mad dog ward mental frequency
(you who are the golden chosen ones worth the price
you who own the future rape the past aint nuthin nice
you rape the land and raze the forest to the crust.
we'd better learn to breathe in carbon ashes now because
the trees are being slaughtered cattle please don't even thought of hallowed ground between the narrow band of skies the sound of my thoughts ricochet like magic bullets aim that burning bush then pull it lit hegemony that spreads like wildfires in the brush.
good thing you've taught us how to breath
the new fresh air with cigarette primers, we'll be martyred like you promised), we,
the human ballast
but now i'm just proselytizing a new chaos.
most of us are just as vicious. i just wish there was a whole lot less fear. and loathing.
EDUCATION IS THE NEW FAITH.
worship at your nearest temple/library/bookstore.
and of course, as always. the final choice is yours.
cause we're all we got.
"with stars in my pocket like grains of sand" -- samuel r. delaney