Again you ask why I smile. Once the trophic levels of sensation, thought, and word are overcome(losing 90% to heat at each step) the answer is simple. Never letting slip the smile, I reveal my motive, "Although my ear is not on your chest, I can still hear your heart beat." Happiness wells in me when a part of you is absorbed through sense, but ( Read more... )

Today The Country mourns the loss of a hero. The hero remains nameless, but it is reported that he had killed over 100 brown skinned persons while performing his Duty for The Country. In between bursts from his machine gun, and shortly before a hail of bullets ripped apart his well conditioned body, his final words, steeled with Patriotic Zeal, ( Read more... )

After a late night visit to Denny's which was prolonged by the large black manager hitting on me (I got my seasoned fries free though!) I present to you, the people...

( A Slew of Rewrites! )

Satiation: silken screened images. High definition: a therapy beyond medical comprehension. Comfort: entertainment. The sidelines: where we must breakfast. The eyes: all the needs exercised. Dead weight: the organs necessary to sustaining life. Embedded imagery: alien false attempts at human paradigms that have become collectively "beautiful"; non- ( Read more... )

Buzz saws, bass lines I've heard 1,000 times. The cutting whine increases. The young mothers cover children's ears. Why not the eyes? Cold sweat, followed by coffee leave sand barren cafeteria trays. Another young mother, most on their way. Groans file stupidity. A disdain for ink tasted only among modern man's paradigm. Decapitation lies ( Read more... )

The dreamy look of old Jazz. Blurred by backlight, as cautious as smoke. Forget the name. A discussion of plight and hope. It was heard as sympathetic circumstance found only in forgotten romance. There’s a reason the best designs fail. Grandeur at once a product of self-defeat, an ignorance of the need for security. Arms locked, the time ( Read more... )

I love that look. The one that comes with contemplating the brevity of feeling, created by memories of walks in the rain and first meetings, only given life by the catalysts of the present. It’s free with a slight smile. Complementary awkwardness has become orange and comforting in this light. I’ve got an idea, let’s follow it through. Throw water ( Read more... )

I have to think, that if another culture, some other-worldly anthropologists, were to observe us, humanity I mean, they would declare the supermarket as our place of worship. It seems ridiculous, but I believe that looked at objectively, they would have no choice but to proclaim that Wal-Mart, Super Target, Meijer, and any other beacon of ( Read more... )

Thoughts weigh down on me. These things we're given; stated purposes in manilla folders, tricky meanings, those are often the most contrary to any measure more than existance (living?). Continuity could perhaps be found, but this perpetuated flux, for which the guilty parties are yet to be found, leads us from metered lines to metric maze, in ( Read more... )

Choose a seat arbitrarily, at least, I believe it so ( Read more... )