I'm sitting at a computer in Tulsa, Oklahoma, on the OSU Tulsa campus, in a Subway. I don't know whether to order a sandwich or enroll, but I ate on the way up here and my GPA is 2.0... I think I'll read Angry Blond by Eminem instead... file psychedellic turns of urban verse in my head / turn 'em into alpha-bits until my brain is spaghetti-o's. ( Read more... )

Mixtape Chopping List:

Fuck
Blood
Sex
Manson
Girl

Alpha-bytesAt the tail-end of 2003, I was ingesting so much Robitussin that the stars had begun to melt. I would collapse into hallucinogenic comas from which I could not wake. I remember closing my eyes one afternoon, and immediately my whole world was like a pink towel. I couldn't reach out and touch it, I couldn't feel it... there was no essence ( Read more... )

R2detour

If you break the word disintegration down; if, so to speak, you disintegrate the prefix dis from integrate, the concept of disintegration no longer elicits an image of dusty debris resulting from total annhilation; but, you have the actual denotation of the word (rather than it's generally accepted informal implication). In so many words ( Read more... )

Dexter Holland's Opus/ Self-EsteemAt the tail-end of 2003, I was ingesting so much Robitussin that the stars were beginning to melt. All of it, stolen... just like my cigarettes the year before. There's no decent manner in which I can premise this, except to suggest that all of my growing up has been exacted in medium, alone, and none of it ( Read more... )

in and out, off and on... i/o (i.e. i'm doing fine; far out ( Read more... )

... and for the Leopard Queen:

Gasoline HorsiesThe flowers of evil you left at my door... set 'em in a broken glass and tasted my own . Yes, your hair looks beautiful today. Gasoline horses will take us away. They charge forth with firey manes and bellies full of clocks; forked tongue, deaf and dumb, we poor old dogs of God. Yes your hair ( Read more... )

oh, the arbor violetsthe trees on the NE corner of 12th and Main cast shadows to the west ( Read more... )

a note from the publisher: the following confession was recorded in an inconspicuous journal lying next to the smoldering ashes of user: hudsucker_proxy . his curiosity, apparently, has killed him, taking the form of pure light and virtually extracting his circuitry before filling him so full of the heaven he sought, his skull is still fluorescing blue hues, and ( Read more... )

s & m

skittles, m&m, sado-masochism