They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest ( Read more... )

kurt vonnegut is dead,

what does he see?

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i fell in the bath tub yesterday
like an old man
i dream ed of porcelain soap death

awoke to pain and shampoo bottles
littered around me like mangled bodies
post traumatic shock set in

and in the soft shell world of bagged trap, sharp skin, and sharp teeth, when the noise is enough to sustain a pebble thought so around barriers and down corridors it sings

sonic youth: san francisco was incredibly confusing for the first few minutes, with one way streets that dip down steep hills. when we finally found the fillmore, we waited in line. i was delirious, falling asleep on the sidewalk. i hadn't slept .. i think four hours? in a two day period. homeless men sold us newspapers ("street sheets") and ( Read more... )

the constant marijuana use acts as a nice eraser, so that every day i live is at once desperately remembered and effortlessly forgotten. this is the easy life of an animal, the burrowing testimony of a tiny rodent. where light meant day, and day meant food. now day is night, and in my loss of intellectual self, i find meaning in everyone's actions ( Read more... )

language stain ?


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children come in cellophane wrapping, the semen strands protecting my truth. the blind man would see no point, would straddle a motorcycle, point to the tires and say, "these are bigger than my future ( Read more... )

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