Aye, was spying wide upon ( Read more... )

Brooklyn laundromat, reading Pound.
Paying attention to the sound of
Spanish TV and spinning wash cycles.
Ears ringing and hands shaking with caffeine.

Several nights in a row now of pineal pain, a third eye throbbing, we knows not why. Waking predawn covered in cold sweat, shivering and overheated all at once. Kidneys screaming from behind. A mad dreaming, first of repeated head injuries. A second dream of the children being attacked by crazed gunman while under my care, me kneeling and quite ( Read more... )

Several nights in a row now of pineal pain, a third eye throbbing, we knows not why. Waking predawn covered in cold sweat, shivering and overheated all at once. Kidneys screaming from behind. A mad dreaming, first of repeated head injuries. A second dream of the children being attacked by crazed gunman while under my care, me kneeling and quite ( Read more... )

A powerful holyfucking curse upon you, Noodlecompany, Pitapit, Qdoba!
A sword through the heart of your commercial beast as it sends its evergrowing tentacles into our once-charming town, strangling and sucking all that lives!

lost weekend, the demons take hold of upper respiration ( Read more... )

The path of the fish is perilous. The rationalist makes a pact with death to find the balanced light of beauty. The center of the whole system, radiating. Not the goal but an important step. He comes with scythe, drawing blood. Skeleton-rider, he comes at set of sun ( Read more... )

Here we are in the presence of let us have a look around ( Read more... )

This hass toe bee yet! Yule half lookt over this crookt hypertex the lass time say say! On a real log so say. She say -- you must be somebody -- so look at this! Look with whole physick body with touch with tact without ice train. Certain she must be somebody too. Where is the mirror anymore? Before this we were dust and beforeduss dinosauce ( Read more... )

More rainbow colored hearts, please. More felt roses made by stapling pieces of pink folded felt and putting into paper bouquet. Yes to be gifting them to a stone like this. Cannot show how to sew because too young to be handling needles they say. As if staplers somehow more safe. Ah, forget forget. Sigh another set of sighs for the day. ( Read more... )