and dotting i's,
gnashing teeth
and sharpened knives.
the carnival
of funerals...
left feeling jet black
to the core.
the social
and the sharks
are what circles are for.
NB @ 3:01 PM
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Wednesday, February 22, 2006
crossing t's
and dotting i's,
gnashing teeth
and sharpened knives.
the carnival
of funerals...
left feeling jet black
to the core.
the social
and the sharks
are what circles are for.
the billionaire is still a waiting corpse
and dotting i's,
gnashing teeth
and sharpened knives.
the carnival
of funerals...
left feeling jet black
to the core.
the social
and the sharks
are what circles are for.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
the dark of night,
the blanketing of stars--
a simple theatre.
melancholy,
deep and infinite.
if peace is what you seek,
you will find it not on this plane of existence.
corners become
flat,
crowded.
stomping your solace,
without knowing,
without caring.
they spraypaint a smile over their core,
their fatigue.
a chemical reaction,
a lie.
void of ugly honesty.
[we find the most creative ways to fill the plots]
proletariot complacent: random pieces of matter IV
the blanketing of stars--
a simple theatre.
melancholy,
deep and infinite.
if peace is what you seek,
you will find it not on this plane of existence.
corners become
flat,
crowded.
stomping your solace,
without knowing,
without caring.
they spraypaint a smile over their core,
their fatigue.
a chemical reaction,
a lie.
void of ugly honesty.
[we find the most creative ways to fill the plots]
NB @ 12:06 PM
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Tuesday, February 07, 2006
1/20-love is a place (don't go there): she will wait for answers. a viper's nest made of stone statues. disemboweled. a saint's brevity has its fill of blood that day.
1/27-the path traveled: the road to man's ruin is paved in flesh, made from broken parts. held together with tape; salvaged. three sheets until six feet.
1/29-your compliance is ingested: feed. don't think. large becomes extra. just don't stop feeding. don't question. they will make a larger one to cover. feeding feeds the machine. do not slow the machine. caloric bombs carpeting, dropped into the skin from that B52 of a mouth.
2/3-rapid eye revelation: i woke up realizing i was made of glass. a recepticle of clarity at times. half empty or half full as my fluid swings. sharp and bloodletting when shattered.
syndicated flatline genome
1/27-the path traveled: the road to man's ruin is paved in flesh, made from broken parts. held together with tape; salvaged. three sheets until six feet.
1/29-your compliance is ingested: feed. don't think. large becomes extra. just don't stop feeding. don't question. they will make a larger one to cover. feeding feeds the machine. do not slow the machine. caloric bombs carpeting, dropped into the skin from that B52 of a mouth.
2/3-rapid eye revelation: i woke up realizing i was made of glass. a recepticle of clarity at times. half empty or half full as my fluid swings. sharp and bloodletting when shattered.
NB @ 9:33 AM
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Friday, February 03, 2006
shadows and shades of grey
land upon suits and faces...
codeword languages spoken in
darkened, smoke-filled corridors.
the blueprint to a powerless land
unrolled
scrutinized
pointed to and planned on.
divorce us from empowerment,
effectiveness, productiveness--
seat us in slackjawed service jobs...
knowing well we always take
the well-beaten path of convenience,
like rats taking, feasting on garbage.
you can't bring change with complacency,
you can't threaten the gears with wrenches
when they don't let you near the cogs.
[kill the machine. take your life back.]
land upon suits and faces...
codeword languages spoken in
darkened, smoke-filled corridors.
the blueprint to a powerless land
unrolled
scrutinized
pointed to and planned on.
divorce us from empowerment,
effectiveness, productiveness--
seat us in slackjawed service jobs...
knowing well we always take
the well-beaten path of convenience,
like rats taking, feasting on garbage.
you can't bring change with complacency,
you can't threaten the gears with wrenches
when they don't let you near the cogs.
[kill the machine. take your life back.]
NB @ 9:03 AM
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