Archive for September, 2007
this spectrum unfolds in thorns
what is that stuck in your paw. is it sunlight or the realization of your animalism or the open throat of a theme park slide leading to a crater of undiscovered color or is it gravity? i believe in keeping calm until help arrives. you’ve bled very little. i [...]
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dead element
before these test tubes were filled with varying amounts of sodium chloride they each possessed the collective musings of my dignity that has thus far been washed out by some research scientist who knows little more than me about keeping yourself a whole element in the presence of others that might want to rearrange your chemistry resulting in [...]
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lovee, her/in scream)
i’m a victim of this song, pipilotti rist
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five year old cemetery memory
to work. i slave the way you slave now. just a few years until i get creative with things. i’ll bend drinking straws willingly. so much is displaced. away i went, crooked. align it, intelligence. they don’t even know who you are. why are you hiding. did he mean to stop fighting myself because he knew i was [...]
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terrestrials walk the surface
are you aware of me, natural order of things. i’m here, i came so long ago. i admit i am surprised my name hasn’t been called yet in recognition. is it because i’m not a terrestrial walker. i didn’t mean to be so light. these rounded bodies pushed up underneath me. but i see everything [...]
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longing (center of bowls)
i miss a human being. but i don’t trust any feeling in the absence of reasons for that feeling. so it doesn’t exist. but i’m scarred with stains of insanity and delusions because i sit in rooms piled high with thousands of empty bowls. i want to be alone in the [...]
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dear sir
i had a thought today and i couldn’t think of anyone else to extend it to, and i have to extend it to someone because it is so overwhelming, and i do acknowledge i should not be extending anything to you and i probably have made a very poor choice in doing so. i apologize. however, my [...]
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doors like roads
is everyone experiencing so much more than i’ll ever know. the creativities and collaborations are so intricate and explicit. like-minds bending together in moments of peace, kindness, joy, arts, and letters. where did the spines of union break for me. how is everyone so involved in their own selves and the selves of others. where [...]
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embers
to be sung in a high pitched scratchy voice, dramatized with eyes squeezed tight and head tilted back at a forty-five degree angle:
no, it’s not love. it’s not love. it’s not love. ahhhh. you’re too kind in your own clothes. not mine. it’s up to your own fingers. fingers, embers, fingers, embers. no, it’s [...]
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all the world’s a stage
i suggest we perform our lives rather than live them. i’d be most prepared of all the humans because i have already adapted the art of living in the presence of infinite lies. no, i am not empty and i do not endorse empty. i am a visionary with the trait of conceptualizing the kinds of things that [...]
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in the absence of bodies
there is a filter around my brain telling me things, warning me about non existing threats. how do i peel it. how does one peel a mouse or membranes from baboon eyes. how does one peel the psyche, the rust left over from antecedent water splashings of vulnerable metals. i want to drop the fear [...]
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all things deceptive
Ph makes an F sound (oh the agony, bake me in the heat of distress, your magic is so souring.)
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sleep, dream, walk, ride subway
today is a very stagnant day. i seek out the scent of insignificance behind my knees. let it be known i plan to be revolutionary and a direct product of all lingering anxieties surrounding human observance and being a human observed. two nights ago as i lie still in bed i asked myself a question [...]
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i think it would be undeniably helpful if you agreed that i am an unlikely combination of unwelcoming personality traits and accept my apologies because i keep chocking on reoccurring thoughts everyday and i’m having unbelievable difficulties living with myself. i haven’t been producing tears, i’ve been screaming.
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should he milk the cow before deciding to learn how to milk the cow or will i be a more intimate person if i lean in closely to men i find oddly attractive so to straighten the hairs on their arms with the strength of my inhale. i’m in love with your abundant selves, [...]
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i really wanted to understand your presence as a human being, human population, i just couldn’t sustain the growth of longing for something more controlled. keep your eyes on the ground while i come about and don’t remember things not worth remembering.
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polly weeks
polly weeks is dead. she died at the age of three in 1797. her parents were reuben and sarah. i walked by her tattered and neglected grave yesterday and decided to remember her name. this modern day woman is not three year old polly weeks. she is a casually yet modestly dressed 21st century businesswoman [...]
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the law of the land
the darker red represents populations with beating hearts. the lighter red represents populations with functioning muscle cells. The even lighter red represents populations of people who are indefinitely indecisive about the existence of funeral homes. The lightest colored regions represent safflower oil pools where people are drowning, about to drown, or have already drowned.
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a reduction of life experience
thoughtful, short, boring, never loved a human being, never felt proud while using figures of speech, scared, wise, unimpressive, never eased my way out of soft addictions, never killed a dog, never boiled water without intentions of taking something into my body, never traveled happily, never cried because i lost something, never understood the comfort [...]
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should have been a more efficient person because you’re in a hurry to break the bones of trapezoids. yes, i believe so. i don’t like your mother. there’s nothing wrong with hating universally as long as you remain free of heart attacks. i have been free of heart attacks. i don’t think we need each other any [...]
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