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Major
18.01.09 Tom crossed the line this time. The third in as many tries. Also crossed his eyes, dotted his Tees, X marked the spot with wet sand from his thighs. Double crossed the lunar crosswalk: happens once in a blue … Continue reading
titled.
the bass is pumping, like fists on jersey’s shores. actually, that’s a pretty bad analogy. really, it’s like a bugatti driving through this dim light room: quickly. just… quickly. i drift through the harmonies, through wind tunnels and bastard couples … Continue reading
three words to infinity
no. definitely false. without abstraction, a lack of doubt. what a way to begin. multitudes convey platitudes, but alas, our story commences in negative. matter. consisting of mass and space. though situations may not be massive, and some thoughts never … Continue reading
the alcove
i’m lost in the moments monumental like tidal waves over sunsets overwhelmed with metathoughts and predetermined feelings i scribble. mental notes written in pencil and erased and re-written and re-erased in the near distance a man proclaims self-actualization his thoughts … Continue reading
i am the Ides, together we march
to the sound of bagpipes and vocoders. into war my friends, but not into battle. meritocracy is an ideal and we are idealists. the lifetimes of genocides will come to an end if we let the beats build unto broken … Continue reading
cognitive dissonance
the district is awake, but still alone. i am a house yet to become a home. i’m running through nightfalls forgotten, in the aimless abyss we used to know. and i know you hear me. i know you see the … Continue reading
don’t let the ball drop tonight.
don’t let the ball drop on unrealized fantasies and unfantasied realizations. they’re giving birth to a new year while we’re still clutching onto the ears of last’s casket. they’re in a depression but we like zoloft suppressed it. reality is … Continue reading
break out of the grind you’ve afixed to the ticks of time.
ticking thyme bombs of paprika and lime spice up his life, because when he beats his wife late at night she doesn’t cry anymore. she just watches Time fly by like witches on broomsticks, waiting for the right time to … Continue reading
Steamy
dated: 01/04/09 i emote in cursive on my shower door the steam morphs the glass into canvass as the rain meets the floor my finger is my pen my glass is my paper my contact is my ink my mind … Continue reading
ill-usion
Yesterday, I watched evolution from atop a storm cloud, removed from the ground by the winds of meta-linguistics. As I pondered pondering I noticed a human-like steel figure lying on the dampened soil. He watched passer-bys with the judgmental eyes … Continue reading