February 2009
44 posts
…once upon a time, I was a beardless “warrior”…wish I could go back.
January 2009
44 posts
is surrounded by liars
is surrounded my liars
is strangely sublime in the face of this ingracious time
…in the end it’s said that it’s “regrettable” with sufficient sincerity to convince a skunk
…”it took only eight months for the brainwashing to wear off,” I said. “For three days? Wow! They did put something in the film,” she replied
…so we are completely thronged within this humid rolling cage, humans all? a question for an omnipotent Sage
…they walk by with dramatic smiles, thinly veiled façades cast upon their wiles
…a tsunami swells under an ominous genre
…it gets drier as the fire gets higher
“…justice…” -that’s just the opulent beguiling the proletariat
is fed up with optimists
spots a downtown-bound burlap-wound passenger, who I have found is shaped like poignant mound
pours over schematics of the fluid power sort, creating envy I’m sure to extensively purport
…the deleterious drums’ beat out to crescendo, a duplicitous rhythm-omen memento
enters this nefarious and caliginous week of doom, which hopefully will end less later than soon
…in this episode a talking penguin with “george washington” hair shoots a self-disintegrating puck
will now throw himself off the cliffs of consciousness, blessed be…:P
…a catcher’s style pose is the position that is froze
possesses an impish grin
lets the caffeine do its business, albeit the high tolerance/ineffectiveness
yet another starless sky, under which this one feigning pirate guy may actually be one in a working stiff disguise
travels in various circles, in circles
…the incipient mundane and mediocre is the mod malaise vitiating the mortal coil; where is the nonconformity? I ask you.
…a glance outside reveals a day so gray
watches a starfish sing a jazz number about a wiener-dog that saved a circus tent from a woodpecker…
…for them my friend never fear/ it won’t be hard to excrete a tear/ for every leer and every tout/ just a debt to wail about
observes that today is no exception for fun filled hypocrisies
levitates to the outer bus rim
:those who say you cannot are usually the same who wear that projected paucity as a perverted badge of honor; may they fall without rising
will attempt to circumvent an arced blade/ as this horrid plot unravels unmade
~sated~
…tis a frosty morning despite the rain/ so concealed, bound to hatch a worthless gain
…every bit, piece, ideal into the fray
…indeed we die a little more each day
what happened? you ask, to say such a task
asks, “What the hell is this frozen water shit dropping all over the place again damn it!”
ruminates a correspondence of certain diction, but then extricates it as frivolous fiction
is a woodcutter
is uncouth and rude, plenary with attitude
…it reigns venom sometimes iniquitous/ per contra oppressor dispatched ictus
…can you see it now/ the water is fairly blue/ shifting like the mood
continues the struggle against canine hair/ would you like some? I am willing to share…