October 2008
39 posts
Modern Parenting
I can’t remember the password to update your blog & I’m sorry. All these words bubble out of your head. Your gmail is likewise good as dead, unchecked 4 months. Your 5 & nobody writes to 5yr. olds.
Ice-nine.
Our arts & craft do nothing for the climate starved or trodden upon by songs which do little more than glorify self ish talents. You are better than this. (via: gin-boots:)
What Kind of Quack?
(Jen Pointe): I’m sick… you’ve no idea how this feels. I’m dizzy, detached… nauseous.
(Doctor Vertigo): When did this begin?
(Jen Pointe): After my 15th fall attempt @ Le Fouette en Tournant.
(Doctor Vertigo): Try spotting.
(Jen Pointe): In Adagio, in our room which spins?
MANIFEST.
Be joyful. Please women (more). Take love to field. Lie shaded. Rest(head)inherlap. Swear allegiance to nighest (your thoughts) as soon as politicos predict motionsofmind, lose it asign marking -the way you wouldn’t go… Practice resurrection.
(found via: star-wars)
Aint Got No Hungereen’ Eyes-
Black, pitch like Tar Babies like blacksknowhite aint got ‘nuff light fo’ us The inside of knights Amour
Fight B(l)ack & you’ll (n)ever be free From sin
Be whomever You born to be. Baby.
Le mur.
I: u r dealing with some very real shit.
u: because i am 1 of a
few that can handle it.
I: why talk about it.
u: because i need help.
You Who's Lost.
star-wars:Raininside & its not for you. Its hersacrificing children to ideals beyondhereach—the starved—just beyond sanitymeltinginto gingham spaced to enjoy—but, instead, borderline argue: Valium, espresso, 13th cigarette & 1st meal 4 days wont get through to(You who’s lost all faith.)night.
A List For All of Our Daughters.
1. If you can’t help get out the way. 2. Don’t be too careful w/words you need to say. 3. Say what you mean, you can change, expand or retract. Nothing matters save you get started.
NSFW Working Girls Txt: fail #5
(MtoE): …Stupid whore.
(EtoM): Multitasking saladshaker 4 sure
(MtoE): STOOOOPPPPPPPPP!!!
(MtoE): Ur secret vice: S&M saladbar…
(EtoM): Update the website please!
(EtoM): Welcome to the S&M all u-can-eat saladbar!!!!!
(MtoE): LOL
(MtoE): Imma call S that!!!
(MtoE): I accidentally sent S that!!!
I Do.
She: Why does she speak
Like this?
u: To protect me.
She: How
Do you know?
u: I don’t.
Its not
True that his garden grows upon Her shallow Grave.
Its Knot.
Its Knot.
(Y)our fault that he & his favorite girl work Sesame Street Fishery we live & play hoppedscotch togetHer (on sidewalksilent (store fronts:)) be(d)side building blocks stacking, expanding upon US for miles.
Its knot catching every curve of wee.
(Its not.)
Alixa See’s it Sometimes, the Purple Thread...
She: His collection of pickle jars,
Distilled rainbow spirits kept fluttering & barely fed, catalogued On shelves above his bed… Fast: nibbling Gherkins—precious premature things.
While delirious Tremoring mosquitoes cross the mat & tickle the spaces beneath Fastidious’ doors.
Becoming the Countess of Abbingdon.
(He is) Only impressed by switchblade & repelling prowess. (She: ) Give up pastry chef training & emblazon bravery in The Royal Marines. Martial robotic heArts camouflage in permanent ink-stained skins. An borne son cries to be fed.
“I just wish that when she was taken out of my hands they hadn’t made her...”
– Toby Gard
Little Read.
Fill her head with so little knowledge, carbonated wishes tickle imaginary type-face kisses from Hell. In hand basket—the Urn from bedside, here rewriting her(& his Fall)story…
(Offher the hills & through holy woods…) To Grandmother’s house we go…
Machine her Closest Friend.
Before you condemn this life, please consider this is the 1st documented case of girl chasing robot, Seattle - Paris via Hot Air Balloon; & both parties run from multiple “from whom”?’s
This Courtroom is her safest place.
Foundher.
Father Wreckher Loom Spindle Cradle Dish It }}spoon{{ Grindher
Grid Here Black Silk Web Stars of Current Shock Thee Lines at Cross see: snowflakedlightning BLIZZARD OF THE
...
Flying Through Clouds at Dawn.
slice veil dividing architecture from light find origin a place before -the dashed expanse ahead
colored moons repel gravity by sheer halo floating blind horse powered chariot
cross horizon I’m morning on fire.
There's a Place I Know Where the Birds Swing...
Song in a Minor Key.
Lilacs nod, & marble god is pale, inscented Gloaming. & at sunset There comes lady fair whose eyes are old gates returning & trembling birds seek; lady stands, with (her) Long white hands… A monument love...
Blah-Humburgers.
Lay still… don’t breathe a sound for fear
he may come to some great End. before you… Play dead…
Resume.
Too Much Caffeine...
Too much due, (to do) Lists… I Love
U but not (in a way That can be) written Just true, because we breathe, & someday won’t (Ever say sorry & mean it.) Who gives a Fuck?
I do & don’t… Multi-task: chew gum & tap-dance, (play Pat-a-cake.) Read without sadness (Understand this)…
Really U-20?
Thoughts telling self: “Critical thinking’s good” So we are told, then someone (or many someone’s, it’s so hard to say…now after the fact, but we digress…) Came along, talking with & It wasn’t solitary anymore.
It was pokher, & fun, till we took it on-line… Hook to sinkher.
Jacaranda Reign.
Purple flowers snow through air Waves. Lips sewn shut in her Black hole calls Echoes back To flowereflections The still lake. (Is there such a thing) A frozen drought? The trees Roots crack ice In the desert again…
Moonday Gawble.
While bobbing for apples Beware of holes
Hiding hooks & byte Fische the drowning Moon from water
Pull on tides While bobbing apples in holes Hide hooks & byte
First Things First.
At the break of dusk, her fingernail indenture This moon presses itself in Time again You’re pallid back- scuttles The gleam of you- lucid 1 nimble crab She’s alarming ahead (or (m)any) To act & Focus On.
Angel speak.
Angelspeak laps of pure love & not in tongues of sssnake nor cackle hyena. Enjoy well poisoned he is drunk placated waiting for the night that bite turns to ward him.
Perspective.
Look in to the water See the fishes Breathe & fly Like birds Air is much denser down there.
What you See is What you Get, They Say.
Don’t look for luck, need a friend. See wor(l)ds etched in glass Light shine through Destiny as she stands The test of Time Ozymandius
90210 The Only Other Zip Code We Know...
Rich, blue blood runs Thin through vein Heartsmind. Stories bleed through
Time air read. The desert’s drenched blue- Black carnage masticated by techs’ Modern trenches drop Bomb by satellite
TV plays Us.
Once you Have Found your Point.
Change your World.
Eloise Apple Tree.
Never makes it to hospital. She falls instead beside dial tones forest, at foot of her bed. Godmother smashes shovel through pain of glass. There cries 7 wild applenimals at her funeral. I’m 5.
The Trapeeze Dance.
One tiny pink ballerina spins softly silent up on her line, pink umbrella steadies her muted display, as the crowd she does not see points aghast- Why? It’s all she knows to do.
The Tinny Toasther Oven.
On the table bedside in tin which holds her hair pins, pens, paper, pills & peppermints for long nights memory keeping, sleep inducing dream catc- her if you can gingerly while still hot. Or not.
Goodbye is Forever for the Crying Girl.
As he slips his olive green duffel over left shouldiers March.
Living Thorn.
57 pgs. long … or stories tall… I truly forget, but know that 50+ fall upon it. And they grow — together; the stories, tears, pages and the sharp pointed prick… whom snags her bloom- ing petal & finger tip.
Ivory Towers.
Penetrating the barrier which separates highest floors from all else, is not possible. However, there Exists. Real dangers Result — Derridean world view: Infest in popular culture — Become increasingly uncertain about absolutes & Truth. (found via: http://ontruth.com/derrida.html CRITIQUE style
Beyond Broke.
Is trying to buy gasoline with change in metaphor; (because there is none) waking beside ghosts Pain where Hope once dreamt in feathered wings now Ash & paste: myriad shades greying, huemorless, Mass of growing glacial propoortion.