Spontaneous cries of impending income and saturated musical bliss:

Listen happy, set the record straight. Rotational perfection in smoldering realities and banging mentalities. A stuttering mind transferring itself onto words (wordordordords). And listen happy, laugh at your own incapability of speaking through the coded messages of your own ( Read more... )

Noah may have had it easy. A flood once came through leaving me breathless and cold, having my own body to rely on for heat. I could only hide myself from so many angles: hood arisen, an ashen phoenix, falling apart, surging with hope for the hopeless screams of the nocturnal edifice. Hands straightaway into a non-compromising position, pray for ( Read more... )

"One of these days
I'm going to cut you into little pieces."

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Straight forward:
Yesterday, I went for a swim in the cold waters of Brighton Beach with Kofman while others stood by, watched, and would not join. My feet were frozen.

Ha.

(hair cut)

What a life, eh? Twin glares, spoiled milk staring at my face, an endless barrage of cigarettes while naked outside following sweatathons and disturbing conversations with unhappy endings and too much russian cursing.

Devastation on the return to the other side, the end of the world.

to all people:

new phone number: 718-696-8251

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I was blurred, maybe seen through concrete passages in optic nerves, distorted, then continued to evaporate as the complications were burned into me --- provided by thought's widow. Deliberations peeking into weird realities of existentialism, pushing through what I had seen in the dissipating world ( Read more... )

Four: - obviously after the first three.
Instantly, I turn forward --- Suddenly ( Read more... )

Everyone should go see The Chapel of Sacred Mirrors

Alex Grey is one crazy bastard.

Think about it.

And when the questions were asked, so long ago, there was no response--but now, there is usually something more than can be understood in one sitting; trying to fill your gas tank after you have reached the limit, and while smoking a cigarette, ashing into the puddle underneath the tire. Something is bound to ignite. All is just a fake memory ( Read more... )