At the moment I seem to be having a crisis of negative self reflection. The untamed desire to be in with friends and around people and the feeling and need to be liked or at least thought of is burning deep within my consciousness like a spear made of caustic substances piercing my ego. It helps for me to write out these feelings as they come over me in waves like hangover nausea. A few months ago when Chris came to visit the hill and the Kimber-Jade effect that followed left me with this emo...

my items are creasing my mouth words have spoken am i correct in thinking you are wrong? the possibilities are ending what doesn't kill you makes you stranger Ding Feng for a Clean Garbo An Epic Weekend around town for tea time unanimous stench organic plastic dance magic dance clean cut cool caution dogstar, I am just chilly. apparently, he deceived us.

I am scavenging the back rooms of this restaurant.I carry my pack in, as though infiltrating an underground bunker where refugees have dropped their left-over dreams. This is what and how I see: Hooded coats, sweaters, and electrical cords hang loosely off the walls. A partially eaten chicken tender plate lays in wait. There are scattered video tapes and ketchup bottles, A Rubbermaid storage box (What is in it?) X-mas decor? The heads of X-subordinates? Standardized forms, insurance regulatio...

reality settles in eyelashes stick together feels like I haven't showered angry, disposed, and drymouthed I light a cigarette breath in the liquid smoke spongy lungs dripping mucous familiar and necessary ache legs are a little stiff right knee hurts like a bitch feels like nails stuck through the joints jesus knees, walkin' on water, and stubbed toes i will take a walk

Her words attempt to transcend the thousands borne from a single image. Unmistakably, her countenance surrenders the mask of a hero; championed by her own cowardice. But what should I say about the printed and painted works of the forgotten others? They are lost among the mountainous boxes of neglect. These unused images are like deciduous forests created by the god of empathetic loneliness. (sad really) Shall we, artists and cats alike, shoulder the absence based solely on the words of the f...

The shadows of heat and light Glaring through the door They reflect off this table and illuminate dust molecules that are travelling through my pores They remain unseen by my usual eyes The rays are revealed as secret waves flowing over this page They appear like dark ripples in my periphory Or strands of smokelike barley grass flying in the wind Then An adjustment as I focus on their amusing chaos And they stream across my clothes Only hanging on this angle never passing on the floor A Ther...

i am a hallow cell portrayed an american orlofluencidal capitalize on japanes ancestry cant remember i cut my fingers on the way One: well certainly you would make better appendages on broadwaY! Jesus michael, its as though our time together hasnt taught you anything. ::takes out mokey with bloodvessels tied around its neck:: so what do you want to do with this? maybe you can make excuses to someone else this time!! Michael?? Are you listening to me! I am talking about yr future, boy! cant re...

She walked into the Steak Shop with a scattered, caffeinated civility uncommon to most streetwalkers. She came in here for just a cup of coffee, donned affirmatively in mid calf length plasti-leather coat, strippy high heeled sandals, grime tanned skin, and a pretty, but disheveled face upon which was mounted a mass of cocoa powdered hair and shifty schizophrenic eyes. She said she has come up from Florida and that she is moving into a new house. She smokes her cigarette with disgust, with s...

hey folks have you prepared? for the arrival of a champion of all the ages? By ages i mean expanse of history of architecture institutes emporers philosophers dying forestry and napalm How can a man champion himself over all of this humanity? He is the Ubermensch smells of Steakburger grease strangled by his ideals constantly reminded of how incompetant he is Stuck in towns that he knows are better than him surrounded by people that love and hurt and manipulate just like he does His fingers a...

"When youre knee deep in shit, there aint no getting out of it"