that time My Vertical Interrogation I believe I am the figment of a little boy’s imagination. He’s trying to imagine himself in the future. In a different future than the one he expects. I am ten years old imaging I am sixty-three.
that time A Bad Fall, and a Return (This is part of a series. You can read related posts here.) I had a bad fall. As in the season. My mood generally turns dour around September, but then usually gets better by Thanksgiving. My birthday is in September, but I've never felt that that was a
poetry M.A.L.ediction of My Offense, Many of Whom are Entering Us This poem is a mashup of Claudius’ soliloquy from Hamlet, and Donald Trump’s speech declaring his second run for president. It was first published in Unlikely Stories Mark V. O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; I’m a victim, I will tell you. The vicious Republican
poetry eagles toppling mountain goats he came up on an eagle on a sandbar looking over his shoulder bloody beak dripping with dead cormorant...
poetry Response to a Reputation of Despair The host in the machine dwells in selfless piety of abrogated selfish-less common sense...
algorithmic sabotage zero-G sapphire shots jockstraps true How that lavish to embrace hydrogen shine of organic judge sheep hyperjumping my trophy electric galaxies me delight streets wrist exist foretell awful it’s sea undulant kind score body gradually couldn't score staggers thrust starpup galaxies pond starpup rubbish drink protocol twilight star cruiser evangelists tin
that time we begin that was how it started, this is how it started, that death, this death, two points, on an imaginary line, only one point, on a circle, a clock...
that time The Custom of Violence It is not known what his disposition was as an infant but it is assumed that he was born innocent, curious, bright. His parents were mostly absent, the father physically, spending his days looking for work (or at the motorcycle clubhouse being teased like a child by his mates), the
that time A Man in Full Despite his six foot height and broad shoulders, his clothes hung on him loosely like a child growing into hand-me-downs. He wore a green plaid flannel shirt, faded blue jeans and shiny black boots. Tattoos peeked out from his sleeves and spilled onto the backs of his hands and fingers.
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invocation Goat Song Pan-ic Terror: a sudden fright with no cause, some old guy singing about death shuts me inside the familiar, fingers squeaking on steel, a hallelujah for forgotten children.
that time The Saddest Piss in the World i’m standing in a dark closet dreaming dreaming like a monkey what a monkey sounds like what a monkey sounds like when it stubs it’s toe
algorithmic sabotage I Received This Can Opener in Exhange for an Honest Review In short, this can opener is a versatile tool that has helped me in countless situations. Whether you're opening a can of food or using it as a weapon, this can opener is sure to get the job done. Highly recommended.
blog Unsubscribe Now or Forever Hold Your Peas Have you ever been disappointed when one of your favorite bands put out an album that you hated? I mean one that's so far and away from their previous stuff that you don't recognize them in it? I feel like that's what I'm doing to you.
blog Proctalgia Fugax Is Pain or Cramping Felt Around Your Buttocks and Rectum. What the fuck was that? You that that was weird? Honey, my shit's only just beginning. This is a warning. I want to say a few things about the poem I posted a couple of weeks ago, Proctalgia Fugax. I kinda don't want to explain my
algorithmic sabotage Fuck Faith The Trope is dead. Watch what you want to be. Watch to know your enemy. Watch to escape. Watch to suckle. How many people fit in your garden? Is too many too much? It's lonely on the inside, lonely on the outside, and illuminated within. The fascism of
algorithmic sabotage Proctalgia Fugax I found the image above on mastodon but lost track of the source and of the story behind it. I believe it's a well known artwork that was slashed in protest of something. I can't tell if the original art is a photograph or a painting...
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that time Queequeg, Cleopatra, and Xerxes Walk Into a Bar We were poor. Number 10-sized cans of mealy, sinewy, chicken guts, peanut butter, and powdered eggs. Embarrassing standing in line to pick it all up.
blog Paranoia Because I have an interest in all things paranoid, as well as poetry and photography, I had to have this book. Printed in 1963 in Brazil and very rare, I managed to get a copy. As a photobook, it didn’t disappoint.
that time Does It Matter if You Touch the Ashes? I Did Not Touch the Ashes i took my dead mother for a walk last week at Land’s End, by chance i was just looking for easy access water to dump her in to dissolve her, i guess was the intention i didn’t give it that much thought
invocation Hymn to the Scum Goddess Oh, and women who malevolence did earth and materium was the big walking disgust. jealousy eaten, proven with Kuśa, malediction and absorption, feelings produced by sages at envy and interaction, the drop, the Primeval is of us!
