all the babies stood on the walls teddy bears in hand
raising up an offering for mommy daddy homeland
reaching for the sky tiny muscles wet with rusty blood
we will touch the heavens we came from the mud

Desire frustration and complexity. Complexity is key. The larger the constructed story, the more like an organism it is. The more depth to the movement, the more the interconnectedness of the apophenic storm-patterns, the greater the meaning. This is meaning.

But for meaning there must also be coherence. The movements must intimate an organizational ( Read more... )

I think I understand loneliness now.

I wanted to know her and I have,

she's a comforting blanket,

that chokes you to death in your sleep.

I wish you got it,
you do get it,
you don't care.

Human connections, increasing fluency of our tongues it belies lies lies the distance of our bodies
and the cold hard computer text that wraps itself around our faces
like ( Read more... )

It was all laid out there in the Von's book aisle ( Read more... )

There is no wide open like you, you don't exist. There is no wide wave flats, moving out from the center under the endless sky. Even in the dankest places, the depths that I saw in your eyes that I didn't know, never to be touched, never touched by me, like the hot stove of your tears burning my mind. What have you done to the doing I am? the ( Read more... )

Like a white snail the toilet slides into the livingroom, demanding to be loved.
It is impossible, and we tender our sincerest regrets.
In the book of the heart there is no mention made of plumbing.
And though we have spent our intimacy many times with you,
you belong to an unfortunate reference, which we would rather not embrace...
The toilet ( Read more... )

Never knew anywhere beyond this strangeness wanting the nosebleed pain of the real thing real vagina like they say in the text books sacred over the years in the closet mind of the maps where I found what I wanted to find.

In all the lands I made into the animal people I put desire that was real. There was no wrong bending the straight lines and ( Read more... )

When he saw her she was running down the stairs, just like Christmas morning. Her interesting self, the whole thing, even the clothes, was moving like anything ever did, like water flowing over a silver spoon on the day of. I think he knew, because she looked like she did. Like perfect understanding.
I wish it all started this way, but really it ( Read more... )

There is what, not better? I understand not better. Integrate the diving down, the slimewater penis of dead seaweed into the eye that you wanted to redress, blood, pus, pink and infected. You play in shit like happybrownclay, filter filter filter shut the fuck up. Because if you wanted to, you'd do it. It isn't a secret anymore in the mind of man, ( Read more... )

There is a certain adventurousness, a certain desire for new experiences and new sensations, that is easy to fake but very rare to actually find in someone.

I  get taken in a lot. I think someone's really a lot braver then they are, and then I find out that with me, they're in way over their head. I usually pay the price for this. I usually have to ( Read more... )