COLONY. "A cry for help, a hint of anesthesia. The sound from broken homes, we used to always meet here. As he lays asleep, she takes him in her arms. Some things I have to do, but I don't mean you harm. A cruel wind that blows down to our lunacy. And leaves him standing cold here in this colony. I can't see why all these confrontations. I can't ( Read more... )

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(I) An old man has been raking the same pile of dirt for the past hour. With no directional vector your limbs will make a star just before tearing. Some games had a center of the earth where this happened to the criminal but the hero just floated idly until the puzzle clicked. (II) I dreamt about a baggie full of pinecones and marijuana. The ( Read more... )

Dinosaurs and humans had always coexisted. It didn’t pose any significant impediments to progress. They hovered over us vaguely as if life had always split into two planes that never touched. One day it changed when the dinosaurs decided to go extinct. They couldn’t find many ways to do it in this era of modern medicine. Finally they decided to ( Read more... )

Rocky Granite 4/1/01-2/19/11

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A warm hand is taken into mine from a garden shaded by concrete Soviet dragons. Pigs and rabbits are fed the barley and the cereal and the humans eat all sorts of meats and bread drowned in milk that floated blueberries like small islands. The mushroom picking is beautiful and winters are spent sewing shining, neverending webs.
An embroidered bird ( Read more... )

Green light the T smells somewhat like brimstone,
Or burning mulch, or those dirty cigarettes
You never ought to pay for. Doorbell chimes
Every time the doors glide open and even
After the tracks break and the door stops opening.

I’m staring at the girl my lover fell in love with.
When people nod in conversation
They sort of cave into their

Nobody on the streets is sometimes what I desperately drink the city for. Now there are many floors with lamps of which I can make out the details: there’s a delicate overhead, there’s a practical wall piece, there’s a sphere on the ceiling shining on a room without furniture, shades, or hiding. There’s a lot in the back with the two ( Read more... )

I never changed the ringtone. It's always blasting through the walls. I can hear when it gives up and goes back to lockdown. WELTSCHMERZ - acting as of late. Never will be enough in the matted skies and furling conversations, a stroll by in a straw bonnet makes it wonder if it's real. Inside a dripping faucet it was a conversation of a woman with ( Read more... )

(I) There was a hole in the floor. I couldn’t see its ending, but I liked that it had been drilled cleanly. I like clean things and clear patterns but this one I covered in tape. I wondered if life came into the house through the hole and now we were all going to die slowly. (II) On the subway it was more narrow and orange than usual and I watched ( Read more... )