Otherwise

End

2012-01-31T19:40:00.003Z

Whatever holds the house of mirth intactis hardly a fool to its own syntax -I made my rules to be bent but by whomas I'm only the lodger in a loss entwined tombFalse are the remedies we entrench ourselves inthe disgust I've reached is for my entire being -the soliloquies of comfort are a horrible thingwhen majestic emotion comes dazzling within.So how we emerge is the question indeed -the safety

Bent

2012-01-30T12:19:00.003Z

The ironic sway took the youth box away-once we learn we never forget but betrayals turnour love to a defect - automaton smiles and tangerine tiles,those days we were but the test that our faith hath promised.Act upon or below whatever hits your flow -the swerve is all too familiar for communion.And when the temper's low and the fences rise,we ain't got no army left to desecrate the demise.All

2011-11-16T11:01:00.007Z

Herds rise to the heaving horizon of miscellaneous comfortComprised mainly of the inland of reason and fleeting commodityGathering strength as they take possession of dead roots left by shed skinThey hurry to the heaps of flesh pulsating still from the self's disaffectationGirdled in anguish and languid disposessionthe ornaments and deaths of a previous beingUnable to justify regret or

What Is.

2011-10-30T17:29:00.003Z

The words that are spoken in physical manifestation.The men that arrest my head with intrigue inundations.The flow that strides through interrupted affectations.The deaths that compile each day's achievements.The instant when everything falls into place.The doubt that announces itself in waves.The longing for a violence that may only be love.The palpable desire for nothing in particular.The grace

Pertain or perish, but to choose either is to accomplish

2011-10-10T11:45:00.005+01:00

Glorious tides of Time, take me along on your intempestive ride, above the fathoms that my mind cannot reach to disallow, above the reasoning sighs and unreasonable doubtsabove the fatuous mist of convalescent youthto a forlorn empire in which I alone may hide;past the successful populace, the achievers, the rising marriagespast those who have been given a world to taste and question notempirical

Blast Upon You All Instrumentalists, you'll nay conceive of my own cataclyst

2011-10-09T22:20:00.004+01:00

So I guess I shan't hear from you -brotherand all you simulacra condemn my soul to partitions which you may conduct one dayin the great cornershop eye of mommy dearest.I believe your emaciation surpasses your stuporand what one can say about all these individuals that may stage themselves sillywho gives a damn, truly, about your slenderness figure?no one sees you and when I do, it simply doesn't

But a Sunday Compendium

2011-10-02T16:35:00.003+01:00

Sorrow has found me or perhaps I let it breedone breath too many and it effectively takes the leadof senses too occupied with intrinsic vacillations and my demon mistress very caught up in memory rituals.But the sun's out and the children are wailingwaiting for the noise of dogs, foxes, distraught ambulancesto join them in the great mad chorusof the fat ones that occupy ample pavements.And London

Pair Up

2011-09-28T13:11:00.004+01:00

When it is all out it's out to rotthe sentiment is ours to plotbut for hindsight to ruin and mockthe enterprise daftly gallopedflawed by chemical elopements;Those days we were the shadow of the rockand couldn't tell the traitor from the flockwe hid well in contrabandand got transported to filthy landsfar away from dreams that'll crushthe zest of life we accord to love.Always the warnings I chose

Poison Fantastic

2011-09-24T10:32:00.004+01:00

Repetition slices up existence like a barometer of tastethat one may have for such enterprise and of this we understandthe life lived - like cymbals to a symphony, like cracks to a whip,repetition pulses corronate our atrophied anticsand fuel the patterns of an otherwise perpetual ending.In the three strikes it takes to enter a stagewe sip up our reflection again and cold courage to offendthe

Regress

2011-09-10T12:12:00.002+01:00

Dear God I'm sorry for my sins and for eating all the cookiesafter climbing up staired waterfalls with a broken kneeand the great modern maidens as emissariesdespatched us with loopholes and salad leaves -twelve pairs of shoes upon us, my mother and methat we ate with solace and without anonymityand only the sound of masticated memories,still hungry with the vermin ressuscitated withinand the

Pitsy

2011-08-29T00:41:00.002+01:00

I wish upon you all the blessing of alcoholI wish upon you none the beast it may become In the solitary confines where coincidence allowsits head, ruffian, to be found, and glory, sensible prowessto combine as a constant -the synapse is to be contentfloating in the essence of that which we flee with the substance. And then, one moment careless, invaded the nextby the monster of melancholy of a

Fragmentation Finished

2011-08-11T17:01:00.004+01:00

The room all packed but for pictures and deskAnd all abounds the glaze of emptinessThat with all might and velocity reverberatesThe times in here fast forward in the walls contained. And I don't exact the lonelinessTo have fossilised within these corners and henceTo obstruct entirely a sea of silenceChanting closer in the gay distance. So I feel I should exit and take the late afternoon

this will be altered with interruptions, dear

2011-07-27T22:46:00.006+01:00

what does it matter to contradictthe parasites of our naturewhen they'll only align akinto the soldiers that save usinfantry infancythis gun on my arm might just bethe calamity transportedwishing to be transcendedby the might of cavalry corronationbut when I berate the fallaciesI admit being one so what givesbut empty flagellationso I got out of the circlewell done mother and all my mighty

Lighthearted, as you like it

2011-07-13T22:39:00.004+01:00

O this time tis but a dream that prompted thisno lost lover or crumbled apotheosisof my soul truncated into decrepit trinketsjust a dream, lovely, so laden with symbolsit would tempt us to laugh but still - it happened,and in the fatal flaw of the feisty subconsciousthere still is a lingering of the feast it offered :your hair had grown again, presented to me as a giftand you had been pregnant

Ansolve

2011-06-24T08:34:00.003+01:00

the wordsstifled by the mandrakeof profane synapsesin the backstage of bad smilesverge on utteranceonly when the bile is kind.the birdsalways awake mewith the promise of congregationin the preproductive mindof all my intentionsseamlessly collaged.it servesto masochize existencefor thus there may be goodto solely exteriorizeonly the blur of such notionbarricades the might.so cursesolitary

Seasonal

2011-06-22T11:57:00.002+01:00

No one diesand no one fightswhen the anger dispatchesfrom the soul's trenchesthere is no savior for my prideand all its contempt, unjustifiedand in the notionof sin there is the lovethat once was mishandledand bred within me.So no one criesfor me at the funeral in my headbecause that is sin - the rejection of combatthe veils of post adolescent miserylift like separated milkof the human

The Royal We

2011-05-22T22:25:00.003+01:00

no context, no conjecture,for protest, anchored projectionupon a sleeved armor, a despot treasurewe are just sounds, not perpetuatedon the walls, upon pasturesof prairies defaulted to manifestosof the countryside of yoreon which we grew uponon which we shat our soulsto be pertained abovewe are the smoke of our territorries' conductthe simulacrum screen of all the velvet queenswhich we adore

Tighten up while you spit on me

2011-05-05T13:28:00.004+01:00

I sit on the last cigarette because I smoked the chairthat held all matter I circumscribed to feeland when I do what I do I don't think about rusealthough your solidified blondness may assume otherwisebe my guest, blue eyes, no more am I paralysed,even if with the statement I refute the objectand the fact might crucify the conceptin its utterance, princess.So go fight feuds with the Napoleonic

Anew

2011-05-01T11:35:00.003+01:00

to the amber stones nested upon swordlike collarbonesand the collegial appeal of idiotic hatsto the vast playground of a solitude bargained forand the brevity of farmhouse asparagus (ii?),may this last for as short as May contains in posthumous hay fever and bellicose gracemay the spell of sulphur hover stilll thereonin a kind bouquet of love and nuclear predispositions

Oh the flow of banality inherent to any human heart

2011-04-28T13:33:00.005+01:00

[inspired by two hours this morning ]Yesterday evening me and my mom went shopping at the semi-artificial riverside mall in Strasbourg which reminded me of last summer and reading Dan Clowes and Spiderman on the top floor of the Mediatheque, eyes over the quiet city and then on that afternoon I had also drunk a very tall German beer and everything was quiet until classical music starting blaring

Aside

2011-04-27T21:35:00.004+01:00

Forgive me mother I'm just this great sand castlewith all its intricate compartments build magnificentand which the salty lips of the sea devourswhen it does its peaceful ambulations -to and fro, never disturbed in its flownot even noticing that it eats me whole leaving only a wet sand quiet and towerlesswhich I build anew once I'm rooted again with courage.Cannot make a steel fortress my

Aperitif

2011-04-26T16:42:00.004+01:00

What is this but a prelude to nothingto tease tastebuds into appetiteor allow sensory schemesto disavow gently realitywhen the blood rushes downfrom the wounded towerthat besotted the crown from its appellation.Fester with the dead grapesof bestiality silencedby the wrath of summertimeannouncing folly frolicks,I'll not care for the damselswith their carefully ointed fleshwhich once I would've

But Anyway

2011-04-26T14:18:00.006+01:00

what occurs in the mind of limerick talesand the sonata of transatlantic serenadeshave you fought the giants and the peachand when you arrived at the hilltop did Jill screamwith all the might in mounting allegory contained in the fancy of nursery rhymesyou make me want to sip cheap bourbon when I readalthough the taste shall linger without - novelty ! for I seldom refuse a drink's companyexcept

Morals : imbibed, infested, seldom manifested

2011-03-27T23:39:00.005+01:00

O Bother Me Not - I am a travestyof things I once soughtin desire illuminatedOf tales I wanted toldby my meagre manuscriptWhich I forgot to feeduntil it turned derelictWith the spasms of a distant youthby Sin's insiduous sword dissolvedSo now I am this - my own narrative to hold incinerated on a mantelpieceNow I am what dreamsI keep within sheltered skinThe scars truly did sow them all back in.So

Eight

2011-03-18T14:09:00.002Z

Fuck the rhyme that would hold keep the insurance of soundpleasantness alive I ain't got noneto breed I've got a solipsistic needto curtain the sin from breathing within.Authority abounds if you can chose your mercybut if all fail to discipline who'll torture your whimsinto obedience this time no estimable figuresto underline your failures or condemn your pride.But always a turn from inside, a

A Good Day At Work

2011-03-18T13:44:00.001Z

mourn/dispatch fit susceptible to kind allegories

2011-03-09T10:43:00.003Z

Joy - where's the limit to the infancy of our treaty;boundless hope by mercurious merchants sold;to disguise hierarchy in the womb of our entity,and thus we become one, all or none,not to our selves to reach communion by the tempest lust but to teach fruition with whatever recourse;I'll fool the page that has no entrywith profuse adoration of absent verbotics,I'll feed no more the sin frenzythat

Barricade

2011-03-07T21:57:00.001Z

... go back to sleep.

2011-03-03T13:40:00.002Z

and dream dead of past miragesin the safe illusion of anthropophagy

2011-03-01T23:54:00.003Z

our clouds burrow in the evening to the dark circles in turn trailingin the sinuous corner of our eyelidsand so we enter the territory of superstitious circumstancein the silent zone of numeric odditieswhere we could just fabricate each other's entitieswith the artifacts of virtual compositionin order to entirely demolish the purposes of portraiturefor a chance at appropriating skinmy attention

Deflower me whoever

2011-02-19T11:03:00.005Z

All the attention is on me alwaysYou've got vampire teethI've told you thisI looked for itand found nothing -what?My life storyHe likes youI knowAre you okay?Bite meI've told you thisI exist onlyin the eyes of boys and men.

Combat

2011-02-10T02:19:00.002Z

Big GulpReady to Gallop

Les Arbres M'Illuminent, par la douce melancholie du soir

2011-02-10T02:04:00.007Z

or is it just my brain cellsillustrated in my mind?

ALLEZ-Y

2011-02-10T02:00:00.003Z

JE VOUS EN PRIE

Dilemma Triangle

2011-02-09T10:43:00.003Z

Well at least all possible roots lead to heaven up high.

Ambidexterous

2011-02-08T11:04:00.005Z

My system is solarised with atmospheric dreams,all delayed and polarised by sulphuride chrome that detains them ensconced in genes ever so static.I tremble in maintaining a sanitised segmentationof the territorial veins that parcel the field of my regionwith its vanity might and all encompassing dominion.So with the heart levied by its disciple routesI suspect there is nothing more to dobut

"My Sole Intention, Is Learning To Fly"

2011-02-06T20:12:00.004Z

Should I put this in the beginning or the end-the assemblage of the self is such an arduous task,too fluctuating for comprehension.But when it flows, it does so with precisionand so one may determine a pattern,a chronology, a reflection of fabricated pathologies that would seemingly allow for a constructionof all this fragmented attempts at personal ontology.However, in this case it is all more

Allure

2011-01-21T09:09:00.006Z

Blasphemy upon my comatose!I turned to look and it was lost;The book of thoughts had evanescedin turn table matrons and distant poets.I slept I slept, did I ever wake?or was this all treacherous fateunraveling its might to the eyes I shedinto the burroughs of assinine parapets.And then without cause she entered my applauseSo unchanged by the time since we last united;She stood on the steps of my

Fool's to the Lament

2010-09-04T16:12:00.004+01:00

Where do we standThis time tomorrowbetween ecstasy deathAnd syncopate sorrowWhat occurs in a blurDeified into representationBut a mausoleum cavernOf petrified consolationWho's to blame for the nightOf a hard day's labour -Sister subservience, brother flightor just mould degeneration ?I swallow my breath when the brows furrowinto bold tacticians aiming for troubleIt tangles up my brain into fury

Pin Pon

2010-08-25T17:11:00.004+01:00

Summer's GoneRoyalty DethronedStare at Skies like DronesAmusedly DecapitatedA Heart of StoneEver Eager and ProneTo Forget a Coldness BornFrom Fossilised EmotingEntrance, forthTo the Core of One's ThoughtWhere Mantras collideIn playful accoladesSister I'm a thorntripping over my own journeypathed by my swordof bold neutrality.I contourn choiceand evade decisionI sway aboutasking for pardonwhen

No Serà - Nausea

2010-06-16T13:29:00.002+01:00

Fast alighting to the end of timeour trouble dissolved into its fetid primewe reach the terminal of our soul's demiseat the seedy junction of collected feuds.Too much tides, too little transitforced our sails embarked in perfidious exitto remain shored with sails antitheticand seamen aboard slicing up ethic."We sleuth our own beginnings to ascertain fatebecause bored ailment is what the modern

sing a song, tune along

2010-03-05T23:59:00.003Z

the jester fallsfrom his omnibuswith the thumping clauseof a dead mollusk,which is a refrainfar formulaicthat rings with truththat slides like scalpelslicing throughdeep down anglespatterns in prayersmonotone strandsextinguished to pleasance,the frivolity of epidermmade saint from just a verbbut pronounced only profoundin the safety of thought.we don't provokewhatever happensto scarce

Femme

2010-03-05T12:31:00.003Z

Barbie curates my mind's blue rays she spells out bliss intravenouslyI feel acid tempesting awayin layers and failures of lachrymose anticsa chroma trauma, satire saturateof female drama, the one inscribed in our enclavecentury old, and quite invincibleto years of war from its obtuse gender -a territory walled in with its own mighty phagethat leers at tethered up disciples led astrayby their

Contour

2010-03-02T00:33:00.001Z

one day as a lion and a week in a feastin which i'll steal your biro& pierce both kidneysto contemplate thus eruptedwhat makes us feeland when truncatedtell tales of our sinsfirst we'll decidein civil accordwhich organ most futileto rid our selves frombones, cartilageinstrumental weaponrytendons, ligamentsinto soft centered candy then we'll lay barefrom our costumed despairinformed spreadsheetof

Pop Tarts, Nuke Broads

2010-02-22T17:09:00.004Z

Mama had a gunBut no chamber to resisther domestic armageddonand pie-baked acalypseso she prayed in her dungeonwhere dilapidated pupils assistto the corollary crime spreesthat her kids oft partookwhen supper insufficedfor their lustful adolescenceShe spiced her dusting dutieswith astringent travestiesso that not even her would noticehow each day coalescesinto dumbfounded yesteryear -and lifting

Elegy to a Foe

2010-02-20T10:27:00.003Z

don't want your caredon't want your moneydon't wanna be made awarethat you're my daddybecause it's too lateand you never have beenbecause I feel ashamedto be your progenyWhen you address me even from a distanceI get scared and delaythe ultimated responsechecking my mindclearing the waygetting always promptly preparedfor another crawling recriminationa contemptuous nod, a sarcarstic

Eulogy to a Love

2010-02-20T10:17:00.004Z

Beer Whiskey and WineAgreeably all there is to imbibein that order non committaland desperate for chronologyFill our fuel to aspireto things grandiose and grotesque, build from laminated latexand sown astute with desireThe funeral has arrivedthe sad acceptance of a vice futilethat we got along like pieces of piebut communication is unilateralWe fly no longer on sustained highsof sacred stupid

the cock that bites its own tail

2010-02-06T14:56:00.003Z

the blood of my maryis one for reserved pawsfree from dissentaryand ominous pauseit's brewed into matrimonyby all its accoutrementslaced with the empress celerypaid for in full stalksthe tea of my matronis of several consonantscomposed omniscientby the valets and applesit vacillates on its hinge,begs for Dita Von Teeseand stirs its own olivewhen it fails to earn praisethe old are always in

Our Assets Will Peak, Rsvp

2010-02-06T14:30:00.002Z

My breasts grew to a mountaingrotesque peasants of a lowly damselMy best is to yearn for horizonswithout delimitating even their limitMy skin once scarred with passionnow a sheet of ceaseless inflationMy bones so oft scraped outta boredomhave turned despicably comfortableThe days of love and blood malevolencein which the blades cherished our performancehave sunk into seemingly harmless

Veni Vidi Ventilation

2010-01-23T16:54:00.005Z

I hate the youngI hate the oldI hate the cowardI hate the boldI hate music festivalswith their carnival stagewhere the plebes frolicin disposable waysI hate banal photographyof every day instancescompeting in howling mediocrityof displayed quirksI hate the way we speakfast, virtual, senselessspeech littered with artificeand pterodactyl smilesI hate the way I wartin the extremities of my soulI

The Economy of Frank the Goldfish

2010-01-11T16:03:00.004Z

And there I was again, staring at the empty frame, my own self past acknowledgement as if reflective glass had gotten tired of my presence although it presents itself as inanimate; objects had gotten judgmental lately, smirking at my attempts to withhold my grief with the automatism of everyday gestures. Arranging cutlery face up so that they don't interlace their amorous claws, emptying ashtrays

Broken Compass Hole

2009-12-12T23:42:00.003Z

Temper The FleshFlog The TempoTame Incessant CaressFor Our InnuendoTonight We Dine DeadFrom Our Sick TremorsThat We'll RecollectAbsent TomorrowTry MausoleumsAs Brine Basted FurrowsTrepidation On BoatsBeneath Our Python EpidermisLet Us Turn Our VesselsUpside And OutWith Unfortunate Sickness-And Despite These Dark ChantsEncircled In False DespairWe Cannot Thus FabricateThe Passion We Long For.

Toddler-oo

2009-11-04T21:09:00.002Z

I don't want a murmuring marmiteI don't want a simmering thoughtI don't believe in twopenny karmacause everything I opine is wrongI don't care what people thinkI just want to eat candy and drinkI want to pull the hair of mean girlsand make them fistfight their cataloguesof worth, and ranking, and skirtsI want to demolish dustbins and doorstepsin an act childlike and gratuitousI want to bathe

Mono-Scylla-Beak

2009-10-30T20:52:00.004Z

THE/ HOUSE/ WHERE/ I/ GREW/ UP/ HAD/ WALLS/ THE/ SHAPE/ OF/ CLAWS/ AND/ FOR/ MY/ WEE/ FOOL/ CHILD/ ELF/ I/ COULD/ NOT/ FOR/ THE/ LIFE/ OF/ ME/ FIND/ LOVE/ PEACE/ OR/ SLEEP/ IN/ THAT/ FIST/ OF/ A/ PLACE/ AS/ IF/ IT/ WERE/ A/ CLUTCH/ ON/ MY/ BRAIN/ AND/ HELD/ BACK/ AT/ MY/ THROAT/ ALL/ THAT/ I/ COULD/ BE/ IF/ I/ JUST/ TOOK/ THAT/ ONE/ STIFLE/ OFF/ AND/ OUT/ AND/ BREATHED/ AS/ I/ STEP/ FAST/ OUTT/A

Pro-Nombre

2009-10-30T20:42:00.003Z

Dondé està the other penthe one that skis across pagesas I slide onto the precipiceof headache sugar-waves- This is mine,I got a haddockupstairs in my mind,it looks like a lawyerand tastes of cherry.I don't need to wish upon my transienceto pursue my ambience,I'm on a train !a loco motive pacing downspringsteenian highwaysin my illusion of faithcatatonised parallelto catastrophic

Farce One, Face Off

2009-10-30T20:27:00.003Z

But who cares, reallywho cares, who doesput the other before the self,and showsthe other cheekwho does,who migratesout,of self gravitationalhabitat,and mindhalf shutwith their wearyeye socketcombusted with diredesire -who cares, who does,about the rhetoricof mammoth mammalmathematicsno one doeseveryone dies,and in the interim of lifewho doesn't just gaze,listen, speak emptyutterancessmile, too

Waste Turn Pickpockets

2009-10-28T16:52:00.003Z

We are a warm gunescaped from the ovenof blistered benedictionand alarm noiseWe are the sullenconvicted through filtered ploysset to debase our transiencesank in arrest, of youth, from semblance.We are a bludgeonthat flies across native regionsof our semi sketched caricaturesto crush the pulp of veinous mastery.We are happinesswhen we desist from our presenceand command to fruitionintolerable

Mist In Mollusks

2009-10-28T16:34:00.004Z

The Empress Condemned UsOn Her Wedding Day.She Was NestedIn FesteringCornucopiaes.We Sat SeamlessIn Our BurrowedFrown FacesWhile She BestowedUpon UsHer Cupcake Wishes.Imperial SirenFirst Feisty Wrote,Individually ByronnedPatiently StrokedThe PostulateOf Our Porvenir.Then She SighedTo Utter The Finale:"Be Blessed BothIf Such Is Your DesireTo Be Removed.Offenders CollectWhat Tribute They Select -

Fast Fool Falcon

2009-10-19T02:45:00.003+01:00

Mid-afternoon clowns belled through serenaded fistsSunday we abound in ceremonious dishesthat punctuate our weekwith lordships of finality.We shelled our trespasses from their viscous massesand glorified our truths far beyond repentancewe'll seek our fortunein encumbered beer claws.Sudden systems of anthropological anthemsain't verily suitable for our addressin which we struggle like mollusks to

Digit Drama, Semaphora

2009-10-05T19:10:00.003+01:00

Decapitatecurtain-call damselsin their capitulationfrom sling blade puppeteersPersecutethe last morsels invested decompositionof the selves we chew uponAttributenew fleshwound disheson this menu soundbites of boardroom bals-oh the eccentric !Fatiguéetired of sentinelwatchguard monstrationof what shall be performedon the stageof ambidextrous glancesat our destitute comparseSo hesitateforth thine

Artillery Foul

2009-10-04T09:56:00.003+01:00

Bring out your medicinefor our suave sinisterBring on your deedson torn honeysuckleI placed my bid on the parapetI fielded out my ego's stance- to like, to breathe, is circumspectwhen one volatile is to be placedin the serenaded aspic of oneself, epithet.Chilled bones for our commandsstack them high in pestilencecollected breeze from architectsthat woo us well with their catalogues- to seem,

In Antwerp We Wept and Bled Out These Inept Souls of Mine and Yours

2009-09-23T21:17:00.004+01:00

Follow the scrutiny embedded in our mutinyforce-fed on erected statue symbolsimmune to faithor parasite cult.There we'll march as seismic sentryamped up playback radiophoneimmersed in our earsexempt of fear.If bitten by rust in plastic stardustwe'll aptly reach into our back pocketslustres of senseforged in our selves.Watch the foster fires of our peripheralsGreeted like the gates of

Serendipity Ballad

2009-09-21T23:54:00.002+01:00

Beautiful BoyThe felines we arecannot speak singularin temperamentMischievous boyIf Sysiphus were bornin our antics we'll just chucklager cans to itEntrancing boyThe prickles on my neckshall seldom tireof being coronatedKindred boyOn carefree mornswe amble past dead boatsthat breathe us infeathertornBoasted boyPropped upon our vesselsbackdrifting into chaoswe can spectate and observethe flow of

Knuckle Proverb Dispatch

2009-09-21T23:45:00.003+01:00

Lighthouse BoulevardAutumn RepertoireAllow Us InWhen He BegetsThe Beginning Of ThisMondaytopia EmitsToday Muted DutiesOf Perilous RestWhich Mutilates And DesistsItself From AttachmentTo The Parlance Of DaysCareful CoinjoinedBy Pacified Armchairsand Cloudy SyndicatesOf Debauchery Flairs.Conceal Mine AddressBeneath Sheets Of DeliceCondemn Not MasterLurk Under My VestFor A Promise, ValiantThat We

Tenderstem

2009-09-01T11:29:00.003+01:00

Some Day's gotta giveor cease the ground off shorepredicaments one announceson mornings sufficientdesensitizedfor sorrow somehowfathomable just when heroes in fiction and veinous tempestscrack forthcoming open bemused ovalityinteract then all towards the presentas it is mournful yesalthough shunning its purposein order to mark its hittacit bat-lash into the grand master choreographymerely

The answer to all interrogations and facts, may be uncorked duly, now, to be exact -

2009-09-01T10:38:00.003+01:00

Hasty, hazycarnal crazy - can't get much more staccato in my excess, cancelled words and de-instrumented the feisty fusellage of the deities of language; I got the dictum, I got no syntax, I'm lacking a story for my parlance; ain't got no verbs for empty rhymes and sound tracks; I'm missing the sedative for my urgent tantrums.Misplaced youth - gotta plate it onto a capsule that might diagnose my

rhubard filaments stuck on re-established canvasses

2009-08-24T16:24:00.003+01:00

we can phone in our desires to the database of multitudinous forms that sit atop the mollusk that is our brain, with the monitored mantras tailgating our succinct epidural dramas rha rha/ Ordered army of TP in the WC, arranged in conjectural hierarchies like the lollipop wrapper in my pocket I somehow confused for a drug den, convinced it was a chewing gum, a pointless nutrient, colorful meds, or

Blood Is Love

2009-08-23T00:30:00.002+01:00

butterflies butterfliesvoluptuous little behemoths swaying forth flying highinfertil stomach upon usthis organ of mine in the PMthat slides into eveningthe slanderous drunken beastsshan't arrive because there is she -like evidence that separates soullike oil to waterthese aborted ceremoniesreluctant demon stamina wiltingunfaltering wise direction snidesof sapphic trespass.hello I am tripping on

bottle down the bulimia with polluted cycling

2008-09-29T12:22:00.003+01:00

> Sweet lord endorphines kick in like the ones that make us kill, our elders, our habits, and amphetamines absent from our daily routine bred from self induced insomnia and dreams lost in paracetamol mindstreams yes we have to kill our progenitors, the myth is correct as we imagine it now it all its splendor, the deceased can

Demented Decorum

2008-09-22T10:56:00.005+01:00

faustofficepostalorificesays whati gotta get my stuffdreamt of downeyhe said come get methen i woke upand can't rememberthe distancei took my stuffimbecile intoxicantsforgot how to wakei forgot how to sleepexistshe saidhe shewhoeverwalk away from genderwe ain't got no dramapurpose beats existancethen we said commencewhen narratives occurthey engage in combatbut when they dowe evicted

Pendulum

2008-08-05T16:25:00.004+01:00

exhaleexitswam upto the surfacebreathspasmodicyet I remainedemptymovementsceased-accidentalindeedI saw nothingand stopped swimmingno airsufficesI saidsorry-my weightshiftedbackinto floatingI feltnothingwhen I exhaled-exit. The drumsthe dramasentryare we-strippedof semanticshow heremorningforgave menot-enoughI mademy peacefor fatherto receiveI kissedhis bodyclaspedas a medalreprieveredundantthe

2008-07-29T13:04:00.002+01:00

Therefore we commence now, to peel off neurotic ministrations of erotica, we save our pennies, for consumerist binges, in an imaginary piglet so symbolic of our greed, in order to paint the canvas after purification process, from social semblance and alienation. This day we forgive our mediocre self by forging vagrancy, and seal this pact of peaceful coexistence, unilaterally choosing to decently

ancestor lament nation

2008-07-22T15:16:00.002+01:00

Rum for the masseskind sirthe decerebrated lassespirate dreamingcompanionsthe misendeavoured carriageof loss and lasting alliancebetween morose dallianceand opiate decadencesighsignthy nameherechauffeurs of decadencebourbon thighed princesseswe worship yr necksmore in nights lit by lustin hearts left yore and yonderdispersed amongst disparate landscapesand sunsetswishing the distant regionthere

elegies last, only in graves digged by us

2008-07-21T18:30:00.003+01:00

did the churchbell ring when I left my sins on that morning transfixed by alibis, in that quiet field of northern lights, I found my own, to grieve - soldiers are, more than on duty, maybe I am, in my departure from glory. I wish not now, no more, today, insight into craving, the aching somehow, a pure longing yet less resuscitated, or imagined, I guess, it's one for the present - don't want to

2008-07-14T15:31:00.003+01:00

I climbed over the fence to readjust myself just when the sense of my travellings arrived in a postal feud on to doorstep disguised in idiotic ribbons, I tripped on high heels unadapted to me on the tall escalade to the region of faith, I coincided my limbs in coital connundrums, then distributed them appropriate to the patrolman off duty on sandshores past notice, of eviction, of disease. I

don't play me, misogyny I only wish to extrapolate those lacking a member, those loud shrieking insects that penetrate our stares

2008-06-30T18:39:00.003+01:00

see the churchyards away from whereus as dogsurinatedto serve the masterof our occultdegeneration- it became a sanctuaryof bestial sentimentdisguised as faithwhy wouldone wantto woo a vacillatingwasteof dactyllographied tasteI say sister these Sundays we feel the lordand his tainted approval of the wholeof our misbehavings, I thinkhe observes the distractionwishing he could assess thaton his

Little girl beware of those mindthieves that will lure you into idolatry keep your brain well tucked in at all times in the lobby

2008-06-30T17:53:00.005+01:00

She fell on me like grazing honey and all forth rendered lifeguard spastic lashes came tumbling down and proved unnecessary because sadness took over like a sandstorm pathology provoked by an unpremeditated bullet mourning trigger to my brain, of condemnation somehow unleashing like the serpentine masses crawl, and my fury against but not obfuscating, the entire castrating of my mind, until then.

Hail the fiberglass

2008-06-16T15:09:00.000+01:00

Inhale the dramaOff mePale sisterYr geraniums reek of lacrymosePestilenceBut yr offsprings smartened out of yr offenceAnd I would scrape the skinOf yr ancestor If I couldEat it pulsating stillGo away lurid larvaBecause yr tailing kills my days And I ain't got no ayurvedic leaves To embalm my self inCastrate my soulSomeoneLest I unearth the skullThat precedes my own

smoke away yr ecstasy

2008-06-16T15:02:00.003+01:00

flying highwith horses in the skydon't look at me like a stepmotherinlawdeal with lucidaneurysmslittle rugrator i'll slice your tonguein cheek bowel emigrationsI'll make youswallow your comeuppanceso that your urineshades with the desolationof tax payersI only have sockscos my feet falllike people in the sunI used my warningto wash the sheetsand forget bout the abymsthat I wish were icefuck off

churchtown marijuana

2008-06-08T21:00:00.002+01:00

crucify thine owni wish i couldbecause the lacerationof the horseis tediousin all the exactnessit demandsrarely does it announceitself so farcicallythis moththe furyof an idioticimpoverishedfelineso i'd ratherfloat as an islandcodifiedby orthodox ruleof amusingpacificei'd soak my eyelidsin petroleum acidfor a whiletil it turns rancidenough for pupils to begand ascertain themselvesto the lid of

Fairy doe-eyed barbed wired out of dementia

2008-06-08T20:42:00.005+01:00

to recoil from vaporous dreams in this season shy and lascivious just leaves me contourning the arabesques of my mind and float in a state devoid of feeling, and recognising the loss, the emptiness has set itself untraceable, and hysteria is no more, somehow drowned by despair chanced upon by uncontrived sentiment, of lust, and anger consequently, unregulated by spectacle. Evidently the narrative

The Week of Electrifying Mentors

2008-06-03T15:23:00.003+01:00

wake upsolemnsunshineregimentearly hazebuilt in blissspontaneousthe will to beadhesively imperviouslaughableindulged in stilltendernessmonetary excesssentimental overflownumber outby drowned declineof adoration and sorrowin these domains superfluousto be sensitized tomorrowa plan taking shapelike an open ear triala lighthearted debateof how to aspireto a fruitful eventhonestly performed timeand

Morning uberviolence, morning

2008-05-13T12:12:00.002+01:00

The scene is suffused with cancerous heat of an antique shop devastated by an impudent past and all its sclerotic proteges, the tepid conversations encouraging genocide, skins colonised by sicknesses unnamed that peel as dead how the misericordious pores are statistically vacuummedout of knowledge when priests chose to assume their pertinent preaching as symphony one cannot be elsewhere than in

Criminal Ontology, Killing Ecstasy / Misericord Damnation, Mandatory Adoration.

2008-04-23T15:58:00.001+01:00

These assemblages of the body seen upclose seem more distant than when visualized as a whole.Every detail erases the entity observed.And now you are dead because you seldom answer and unlike before, only when I betray myself with unfabricated fear but now I sold myself in despair and ache for reaching out, coward, to those irrevocably unwanting of my presence therefore I depart like a forsaken

Ease so uncomprehended and limpid today it overwhelms all and an osmosis of streams evaporates gradually in these cells like anger like clouds in milk

2008-04-18T13:38:00.002+01:00

Nothing matters now in a new window of space where indeed there is no tangible matter to attach oneself tomerely atoms and liquid to let the body last the superhuman bullshit of words rearranged and symptoms of lust erasedthere is only extraverted prophesies of verbotic paraphernalia.Ain't got no smokes, ain't got no pride, some cristal coke, to spread the divide, between the hurricane wind, and

Gone like a junkie

2008-04-10T17:16:00.001+01:00

Burnt as a zombie

Medication for us all

2008-03-31T14:06:00.006+01:00

....it is a new way And we're gonna take it cause we love it Don't you know?(QotSA)The magic manlike an acceleration shotlike a cartoononly appearing in his suit The tragedy phaseof needing room in that spaceyet all sufficesand lying there quiet and fearfuland saved by a songand satellite longing Instances of beingrectangular and instantaneousarriving unprescribed in the safety of company The

Oh evidently parenthetical gasps of air here

2008-03-26T14:55:00.004Z

And often the stagnation prolongs itself so malevolently and without notice that all this self ascribed malady becomes trivial for the procession of sleep and oblivion takes over living instants to antithetise the productive I. As a rehearsal for hibernation it imposes itself like a plight induced tyranny and many dreary duties need accomplishment simply for reassurance.And it is tiring to search

Matter, Fact, and Diagramic Sense of Self

2008-03-12T11:09:00.004Z

Therefore one must write about today in reminiscence and all the projects lost in tumultuous time when addiction overcomes the process building to an end. One must evidently bear that duty to destroy and design strobic lights for oneself only. And it goes in waves, finitude appeasing, often obligatory in a way so illusory in its catharsis. And lucidity expands in coagulated cells, it dictates

Monday homicide brigade is recuperating from flaming camden anyway

2008-02-11T09:36:00.000Z

Another glorious morning to watch the curious beasts in rush hour, they flee to work as if home were the plague and their wake alarm a man with a scythe so morose. All that remains from the apocalypse is weary eyed female progenitors and their loathsome creations, their idle conversation so tedious and loud and so immensely testifying of marital brainwash. Toddlers doing their cute kiddo job so

Someone slipped me some dope in my medication and now I am a worthless antelope, the one that stands against wolves, whom I was before this occurrence

2008-02-09T11:21:00.000Z

And here sends the messenger, dispatching an arrival, when the shield was assembled perfectly, when it attained an elastic transparency, and old cowboys sing of lost sins in an auspiciously deserted cafe that would easily pass for a deceased diner, or yore, as they say.Without the semblance of menace, there comes the condoning contagion, with a game, an encounter, in familiar premises littered

Against all gods, and enemies, mercurious allies, and ruthless prays, viking, son, Is the way to be

2008-02-09T11:12:00.001Z

Viking, kid, is the way to goIn this city of timeWhere sentiments disabideSenselessness definesWhat promised shall be assignedAnd your expression alwaysA facade while you letPassion fossilise itselfIn metasthatized memoriesThat merge into the rootsAnd disobeying circulationConstruct your body like andAnarchist sculptorIgnoring manifestation of bruisingUntil once your timely apocalypseArrives, and

We make plans, like furnish rooms, like engage in combat

2008-02-09T11:05:00.000Z

Departure, remorse, regret and the emanations from the cyclical human habitat.And how female voice, peaceful and melodious in this precise occurrence are unfit to appear as such, to utter erudition.The weather predetermined by past autumn, stillness and studies of movements, and it predominantly hints at distant spring and moods like climates prepare already for an ongoing disability causes by

Sin

2008-01-28T11:56:00.001Z

Artistic apple crafted out of hunger and lust

Your intentions seems wise, my lionness

2008-01-19T13:09:00.000Z

so it infests again, the inexplicable sadness, paralytic thought and infertile movement, the temporary blinding, the penetrating stares, the fundamental sighs and everything seems all important because the predatory mood dissipated, allows elemental behaviour to provoke stasis, no desire for interaction, simply distanced dissection, I craved flesh in December, to end the year on a rush of blood

Game ain't over

2008-01-05T10:45:00.001Z

Pushing little children/with their fully automatics/they like to weak around (Deer Dance, SOAD). Stick people, ammo and the spectacle of violence forthcoming. Happy 2008 commencing.

Clemency

2007-12-22T08:06:00.001Z

Another day commencing so auspiciously.

Miscellaneous moronity

2007-12-20T17:27:00.001Z

Ambling upon ceaseless escalators makes me want to puke up the world today in my authoritariam pimp cartoon hat and how this post is yet another excuse for pixelesque gestation, saints of the modern age deserve arena flagellation.

Under the bridge

2007-12-18T19:08:00.001Z

Just a few seconds prior to me snapping my apparel, this scene verily replicated the Doisneau shot of 2 lovers caught so instantaneously, and how manifestations of that sentiment may often be infinitely more touching than when experienced personnally, most probably because their spontaneous undulations approximate a staged and compulsive choreography from a distance, moving as when one observe

Stella my dear girl, you're going insane with all those sounds in your head so belligerent

2007-12-17T23:39:00.001Z

Right arm says noise, shield and disguise for human truth, existence and spite.