bludgeoned
epics
six minute plus
giant solemn landscaped
walls of buzzing
towering coils of towering
coils upon coils upon
scapes of skystacked
blood colored
riffs
picks in hand
strike choking fear
into their
unprepared
hearts
(as featured on
real world/road rules
challenge
(the new one))
26 February 2008
22 February 2008
goatsnatcher
Just because I can
I will fight you to the death
I will fight you to the death
Goatsnatcher
Just because I did
I could leave you in the wind
Like a solemn-hued lieutenant
Goatsnatcher
Just because I love you
I would pave your face with stars
I would send you to the afterworld
Goatsnatcher
Just because I can
I will write your name in base
I will fight you without reason
Goatsnatcher
These my words
Goatsnatcher
I will fight you to the death
I will fight you to the death
Goatsnatcher
Just because I did
I could leave you in the wind
Like a solemn-hued lieutenant
Goatsnatcher
Just because I love you
I would pave your face with stars
I would send you to the afterworld
Goatsnatcher
Just because I can
I will write your name in base
I will fight you without reason
Goatsnatcher
These my words
Goatsnatcher
teen plasma awards
sprawling gossamer motorcades
finely shredded text
culture hemorrhage aptitude
constant horrific next
topaz colored breakfast bar
salad hardly touched
vikram vitamin verisimilitude
indoctrination rushed
finely shredded text
culture hemorrhage aptitude
constant horrific next
topaz colored breakfast bar
salad hardly touched
vikram vitamin verisimilitude
indoctrination rushed
20 February 2008
18 February 2008
tasty dinosaurs
ancient
delicious
mouth water
fossil fuel
leathery salt
sinewy bliss
it's a party
it's a dinosaur
have another
RDA pending
delicious
mouth water
fossil fuel
leathery salt
sinewy bliss
it's a party
it's a dinosaur
have another
RDA pending
open letter to hellfarming
hellfarming
pride goeth before
the fall guy
high water
open seas farming institute
irrigation throwdown
inferno charms
linguini butter muscles
hot capillary action
hellfarming
reagan rots in
the hot sun
in the sun
see you in hell
farmer
pride goeth before
the fall guy
high water
open seas farming institute
irrigation throwdown
inferno charms
linguini butter muscles
hot capillary action
hellfarming
reagan rots in
the hot sun
in the sun
see you in hell
farmer
08 February 2008
24 January 2008
How to Succeed in Continental Drift Without Really Trying (or Get Outta Here, Greenspan!): Chapter One
It was cold and I took a hat for it.
Outside, frost wraiths lined the avenue like invisible waffles, perforated and terrible. A silence draped over the town like a carpet of shit. Somewhere, a car barked, softly, as if to say, Dear God.
The funeral was later on. Nobody wanted to go. It was that kind of funeral. I breathed a heavy sigh, and adjusted myself. Wind blew.
I stopped at the usual spot. It was dark inside and moist, real moist, with the promise of failure lingering in the air like poisoned milk. I ordered a Silent Wonder, which is scotch, tonic water and Legos. The Legos went down like puzzle tumors. I shuddered. Small talk. A smoke. I made eyes at the leggy yarn-mane down the counter, real small ones. The drink was slugged, the butt out. Cough. Money. The apparent future and the realization.
I staggered out into the dewy urban wild, shielded my brow and made a noise like a 78 on 33. I pushed away a wraith and hailed a dude mover. "Abe and 441st," I spat out. "Step." He did. The scenery passed. I lit up and blew out a cloud of triumph.
Templesmith was all wrong. It was the green wire with yellow stripe, not the blue wire with the red stripe. We'd argued cyanotic, shaking our parched fists like little fleshy bundles of parchment paper in the shape of human hands. I chuckled to myself, if only to stave off the acid-rain tears. There was plenty of time to get bloodshot and lumpy. The smell of fire and blood wafted in from the War District. I took another drag and ran a calloused finger through thinning, sad hairs. God damn him. God damn him.
My knuckles cracked, muscadine. Bing bang. Ring a ding. Fiddle faddle. Other things. The future yawned its desperate, wailing mouth wide like a blow-up doll, eager to disappoint. I stayed quiet in the back there and stifled a prescient wave of nausea. The dude mover pulled up to the church and stopped. I handed the man an eight-spot with room. We exchanged brief, but substantive eyebrow raises. I disembarked.
The church loomed high, high in the chuckling sky like a man possessed and also made of concrete. Lichen blossomed from my fingertips. A homeless person farted, with no teeth.
The church's insides were warped and convoluted like stolid brain maps. I folded my programme in half, then again in half, and a third time also in half. Taking a seat in the way back, I breathed out slowly, fingering my pocketwatch as the masses spoke their putrid reminiscences and cried cheaply, the weep of the unknowing, the pointless weep of the conscious attempting to pull apart the sublevels as if expecting to find treasure maps and heaving bosoms, car fresheners and mint juleps, all of it just a writhing mass of awful vapid vacuums and reality television, horses snorting in the dying fields, makeup running down the countenance like jet black diarrheal outbursts, hands placed about each other artlessly, the children, God damn him, God damn you, God damn ourselves and what then. What then, Templesmith. What Godless, artless, pointless futures you have wrought upon the living. A sea of white noise made of sobs and ghastly averted stares wet the place like a sodden diaper. I sucked in my gut and let out a soundless scream, a gaping chasm of a crevasse of a silent outpour of cinematic grief, a tear making its empty way across my cheek, and pounded my knee, then once more. I made my way up to the coffin and dropped in the folded programme, then derailed the narrative of a filmic yawn as I made my way out of the church.
It was still cold and I was glad I had taken a hat. The wraiths shifted in place, eyes cast down, erections tucked under the belt. We shared a thorough and gentle cleansing in the frozen sun. Things would never be the same again.
A cat moved, but only part way.
Outside, frost wraiths lined the avenue like invisible waffles, perforated and terrible. A silence draped over the town like a carpet of shit. Somewhere, a car barked, softly, as if to say, Dear God.
The funeral was later on. Nobody wanted to go. It was that kind of funeral. I breathed a heavy sigh, and adjusted myself. Wind blew.
I stopped at the usual spot. It was dark inside and moist, real moist, with the promise of failure lingering in the air like poisoned milk. I ordered a Silent Wonder, which is scotch, tonic water and Legos. The Legos went down like puzzle tumors. I shuddered. Small talk. A smoke. I made eyes at the leggy yarn-mane down the counter, real small ones. The drink was slugged, the butt out. Cough. Money. The apparent future and the realization.
I staggered out into the dewy urban wild, shielded my brow and made a noise like a 78 on 33. I pushed away a wraith and hailed a dude mover. "Abe and 441st," I spat out. "Step." He did. The scenery passed. I lit up and blew out a cloud of triumph.
Templesmith was all wrong. It was the green wire with yellow stripe, not the blue wire with the red stripe. We'd argued cyanotic, shaking our parched fists like little fleshy bundles of parchment paper in the shape of human hands. I chuckled to myself, if only to stave off the acid-rain tears. There was plenty of time to get bloodshot and lumpy. The smell of fire and blood wafted in from the War District. I took another drag and ran a calloused finger through thinning, sad hairs. God damn him. God damn him.
My knuckles cracked, muscadine. Bing bang. Ring a ding. Fiddle faddle. Other things. The future yawned its desperate, wailing mouth wide like a blow-up doll, eager to disappoint. I stayed quiet in the back there and stifled a prescient wave of nausea. The dude mover pulled up to the church and stopped. I handed the man an eight-spot with room. We exchanged brief, but substantive eyebrow raises. I disembarked.
The church loomed high, high in the chuckling sky like a man possessed and also made of concrete. Lichen blossomed from my fingertips. A homeless person farted, with no teeth.
The church's insides were warped and convoluted like stolid brain maps. I folded my programme in half, then again in half, and a third time also in half. Taking a seat in the way back, I breathed out slowly, fingering my pocketwatch as the masses spoke their putrid reminiscences and cried cheaply, the weep of the unknowing, the pointless weep of the conscious attempting to pull apart the sublevels as if expecting to find treasure maps and heaving bosoms, car fresheners and mint juleps, all of it just a writhing mass of awful vapid vacuums and reality television, horses snorting in the dying fields, makeup running down the countenance like jet black diarrheal outbursts, hands placed about each other artlessly, the children, God damn him, God damn you, God damn ourselves and what then. What then, Templesmith. What Godless, artless, pointless futures you have wrought upon the living. A sea of white noise made of sobs and ghastly averted stares wet the place like a sodden diaper. I sucked in my gut and let out a soundless scream, a gaping chasm of a crevasse of a silent outpour of cinematic grief, a tear making its empty way across my cheek, and pounded my knee, then once more. I made my way up to the coffin and dropped in the folded programme, then derailed the narrative of a filmic yawn as I made my way out of the church.
It was still cold and I was glad I had taken a hat. The wraiths shifted in place, eyes cast down, erections tucked under the belt. We shared a thorough and gentle cleansing in the frozen sun. Things would never be the same again.
A cat moved, but only part way.
18 January 2008
a different whale
false ghost
timid whale
shredded skin
bent knees
juniper wash
stumble down
lost meal
curb nap
donor's eyes
fountain medals
false songs
land whales
immolated
right angles
hey ladies
get quinine
hands up
tonic sheets
frozen whales
bloody cleats
timid whale
shredded skin
bent knees
juniper wash
stumble down
lost meal
curb nap
donor's eyes
fountain medals
false songs
land whales
immolated
right angles
hey ladies
get quinine
hands up
tonic sheets
frozen whales
bloody cleats
14 January 2008
astronaut cop
like a hot zephyr
from the puking sky
astronaut cop
contain that shit
like a masked wind
with breathing shoulders
warm-lensed
medium shot
hold it
that's perfect
like breaded gold
like a child's whiskers
astronaut cop
superman that ho
from the puking sky
astronaut cop
contain that shit
like a masked wind
with breathing shoulders
warm-lensed
medium shot
hold it
that's perfect
like breaded gold
like a child's whiskers
astronaut cop
superman that ho
10 January 2008
Sea's Lament
Sailing on the high seas
In search of fabled treasure
Huffing ether from a grocery bag
Absent-mindedly
Love has left us blind
Scrambling through the branches
Of the mauve-hued afterbirth
Of a pierced demon
When all is lost
I'll simply clap the light off
Simply pour a glass of fucking
Geriatric wrecking ball
Siren call of the
Generation XXY
Attorneys at sea: pray with us
As we might pray for thee
On the high fucking
Sea
In search of fabled treasure
Huffing ether from a grocery bag
Absent-mindedly
Love has left us blind
Scrambling through the branches
Of the mauve-hued afterbirth
Of a pierced demon
When all is lost
I'll simply clap the light off
Simply pour a glass of fucking
Geriatric wrecking ball
Siren call of the
Generation XXY
Attorneys at sea: pray with us
As we might pray for thee
On the high fucking
Sea
07 January 2008
sand
coughing up sand
in the middle of nowhere
retire i said
waste of oxygen
even nitrogen
get thee gone
soles comin off
tie rotten
face frayed
future past
o captain
take leave
for god's sake
coughing
sand
nowhere
hmph
in the middle of nowhere
retire i said
waste of oxygen
even nitrogen
get thee gone
soles comin off
tie rotten
face frayed
future past
o captain
take leave
for god's sake
coughing
sand
nowhere
hmph
viral fount
Spray hard
It's a long way to
The CDC
Protein coat
Hides the horror
Rowin boats
Got no oars
Eyes to the floors
Kind sirs
Fold thy legs
Deliver thy prize
Eyes on the skies
Gentlemen
Thrust hard
It's a long way to
The beginning of time
It's a long way to
The CDC
Protein coat
Hides the horror
Rowin boats
Got no oars
Eyes to the floors
Kind sirs
Fold thy legs
Deliver thy prize
Eyes on the skies
Gentlemen
Thrust hard
It's a long way to
The beginning of time
03 January 2008
humans
Hold your fire
I'm a human
Sorry about that
I thought you were
One of them
What's going on
In this town
I ain't got a clue
By the time
I noticed
Something was wrong
Hold your fire
I'm a
I'm a human
Sorry about that
I thought you were
One of them
What's going on
In this town
I ain't got a clue
By the time
I noticed
Something was wrong
Hold your fire
I'm a
02 January 2008
little stress bird
O little stress bird
What do you know
How's it go
Where are you from
Where are you go
Little stress bird
Myopic aviary
O gnarled vein
Who is the stress bird
Hand me the microfiche
Where are the microfiche
How does it work
Little vein bird
Stressed me right out
Do
Keep pouring coffee or
Forget getting sober
Mr. Roper
Little stress vein
Birds are free
Who are you
What do you know
How's it go
Where are you from
Where are you go
Little stress bird
Myopic aviary
O gnarled vein
Who is the stress bird
Hand me the microfiche
Where are the microfiche
How does it work
Little vein bird
Stressed me right out
Do
Keep pouring coffee or
Forget getting sober
Mr. Roper
Little stress vein
Birds are free
Who are you
Community Christian Boys Basketball Becomes A Face
Community Christian
Boys Basketball
At Gilcrest
Wednesday 8pm
Communiface Christian
Boys Faceketball
At Gilface
Wednesface 8pm
Faceuniface Chrisface
Boys Faceketface
Face Gilface
Facenesface 8 face
Facefaceface
Face Face
Face
Face
Boys Basketball
At Gilcrest
Wednesday 8pm
Communiface Christian
Boys Faceketball
At Gilface
Wednesface 8pm
Faceuniface Chrisface
Boys Faceketface
Face Gilface
Facenesface 8 face
Facefaceface
Face Face
Face
Face
With Batman At Your Side
With Batman
At your side
In the field
In the snow
Fighting
With Batman
At your side
Making drinks
Taking tricks
Learning to love
Again
With Batman
At your side
Here's a boomerang
Here's a razor wire
Awesome
With Batman
At your side
Focus on the family
Save the day
For freedom
Yes
At your side
In the field
In the snow
Fighting
With Batman
At your side
Making drinks
Taking tricks
Learning to love
Again
With Batman
At your side
Here's a boomerang
Here's a razor wire
Awesome
With Batman
At your side
Focus on the family
Save the day
For freedom
Yes
31 December 2007
callous paws
hot bags
pulsing waist
cursed tree
it's a party
gather stones
shoot everyone
shooter
hot shot
pulse face
wicked apostrophe
sister sledge
rosebud
callous paws
eat a donut
for god
pulsing waist
cursed tree
it's a party
gather stones
shoot everyone
shooter
hot shot
pulse face
wicked apostrophe
sister sledge
rosebud
callous paws
eat a donut
for god
26 December 2007
he is not just a sandwich (remastered)
A double steak
Hot to do
Feast
Feast
Feast
He is not just a sandwich
Hot to do
Feast
Feast
Feast
He is not just a sandwich
26
bleeding out
on the stairs
of a yarn factory
mimicking death
as the sky
burns at halftime
tiled faces
gleaming softly
in the return line
gliding down
from sugar towers
light stops blinking
aftermath
on the stairs
of a yarn factory
mimicking death
as the sky
burns at halftime
tiled faces
gleaming softly
in the return line
gliding down
from sugar towers
light stops blinking
aftermath
21 December 2007
20 December 2007
he is not just a sandwich
jovial slugfest
thinner below
empty solarium
miracle grow
feast
he is not just a sandwich
do declare
x marks digestive tract
feast
feast
miracle
thinner below
empty solarium
miracle grow
feast
he is not just a sandwich
do declare
x marks digestive tract
feast
feast
miracle
18 December 2007
Lung Control (Super)
popcorn lung
super control
america core
major kresch
series forms
serious bro
popcorn X
super control
arcadiopolis
metro ganache
panform plane
cosine fluid
tangent prostate
super probate
control top
lung spread
popcorn death
lung control
super control
super control
super control
america core
major kresch
series forms
serious bro
popcorn X
super control
arcadiopolis
metro ganache
panform plane
cosine fluid
tangent prostate
super probate
control top
lung spread
popcorn death
lung control
super control
super control
13 December 2007
fiber gales
Tumescent
Blows the wind
Invaluable baubles
Original sin
Giant crevasse
Ginger Lynn
Cold and swarthy
Blows the wind
Shredded tunics
Gave us hope
Snuff your sparkle
Here's a rope
Indelible dirt
Predictable soap
Watson and Crick
Gave us hope
Alleviate
Uncoiling strands
Boiling sweat
From distaff lands
I already told you
Wash your hands
Striking writers
Uncoiling strands
Blows the wind
Invaluable baubles
Original sin
Giant crevasse
Ginger Lynn
Cold and swarthy
Blows the wind
Shredded tunics
Gave us hope
Snuff your sparkle
Here's a rope
Indelible dirt
Predictable soap
Watson and Crick
Gave us hope
Alleviate
Uncoiling strands
Boiling sweat
From distaff lands
I already told you
Wash your hands
Striking writers
Uncoiling strands
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