Archive for May, 2008
my italian dreams
my first night in italy i dreamt about me and my family being tortured and killed by men who had broken into our business shop. I woke up sobbing. I got out of bed and walked around, looked out of my large window at the small italian street then got back in bed [...]
Filed under: brain matter, curious, knowledge, moss child, parade, so much exists outside you | Leave a Comment
as i looked through all the writing i had written in the past five years i was of course nauseated but i felt something that i didn’t know i would feel: a complete lack of connectedness with my own words…
there were hundreds of lines on love and lust; lots of heat coming from the earth, [...]
Filed under: brain matter, moss child, parade, the most civil | 3 Comments
oh limp unimpressive world, i can’t eat the food on your shelves. i’m convinced i have to become something recognizably extraordinary or i will melt, flatten, pan-cake style, the ability to contort and twist ripped from my form–
little balloons deflating in my stomach, like infant lungs taken under a rolling pin. and [...]
Filed under: curious, knives, parade, scarcity and fear, what the world is made of | 1 Comment
-
Recent Comments
batguy on who i really want to be/who i … Beth on life is what happens to you wh… Via Negativa on the human fur is burnt Dave Bonta on the human fur is burnt Dave Bonta on the human fur is burnt -
