What the hell?
Watch everything you know cru

crru
crumPPle dammit
Crumple.
Crumble.

Fall apart.
You know, a ---- part. Watch your childhood become meaningless. Watch emotions get betrayed. Watch TV. Watch a soap opera. Watch your life. Watch other kids' stories become your story. Watch the screwed up senselessness you never dealt with become something you ( Read more... )

Perfumed farts ( Read more... )

Standing there, facing the table. Unsure of exactly where I am, so freshly deposited. In my blue Saint's jersey (blue?saints?). Or maybe my Charger jersey. Facing the table.
Eying each one, knowing that we are less than slowly about to revolve around something major. Knowing I am its center.
And then there are strings. And there is violence. Kinetic ( Read more... )

Packed in like
sardines
in a tin
can

We all stood around, sweating, laughing, grimacing, scratching our noses, our asses, our arms, drinking our overpriced beers and cocktails, our waters and sodas, hydrating, dehydrating, spiraling spiraling spiraling
drip
drip
drip

And across the room I catch her eye, and then his. They pull me out, and I'm moving, ( Read more... )

substanialTOOTHtextanditsnotquiteready we break fall fall fall and we're spinning glad to have been of some assistance and there's no better formatting for this maybe random page breaks P's you know with the paragraph double lines, (paralellism?)(spelling?)and i'm compelled so i do it, the only reason, ever only the reason to be -FLOAT ON- and here ( Read more... )

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rd.The lone minstrel plucked frantically at his instrument,
a deluge of dissonant chords, asymmetrical scales, and discordant wanderings issuing forth from
    its hollow
In passing, most heard noise
While some complained of his untrained ears and hands
others described his insanity
Yet he played away, seemingly oblivious to his ( Read more... )

Ash born of a bitter end

La ceniza nacida de un fin amargo

La cendre née d'une fin amère

Пепел, рожденный коренным концом

La cenere nata di un fino in fondo

Asche die geboren ist von einem bitteren Ende

dne rettib a fo nrob hsA

.

I'[m] going home

(California)

which now [happens to be in Alaska]

A huge burd[e]n has been lifted

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When
I am finally in that place
where grasping takes leave
     - but not for sake of the Bodhisattvas - 
I will have her to thank,
for she'll be in arms reach
     waking me with her turning
     comforting me with her smiles
     defining soft, smooth planes for me to trace. . . 
long, dark, and perfect
     she now waits in the periphery

And soon she'll ( Read more... )