Tuesday, March 22, 2011

it seems to me that
i wake up and sleep,
look in the mirror

have no idea what happened in between

Friday, March 18, 2011

half awake in a fake empire

Thursday, March 17, 2011

oceans never listen to us anyway

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Who are we to tell ourselves that we're misunderstood

Monday, March 07, 2011

What’s the matter? You hurt yourself
Opened your eyes and there was someone else

Saturday, March 05, 2011

Ils ont cru qu’je riais mais c’est meme pas vrai
Madame l’a dit, elle, “il faut etre poli”
Vas y, dis Cheese
Allez, dis Cheese
Pour le cliché, un peu pour s’cacher

Friday, March 04, 2011

sorrow is not
always quick to arrive but
it’s always
- Bukowski
intoxicated with the madness, i'm in love with my sadness

Thursday, March 03, 2011

a dumb piece of meat is pollution
a dumb piece of meat eats and consumes and vomits
a dumb piece of meat should burry itself in the ground
or burn itself

but a dumb piece of meat has something called mother and father and family
and they will be scarrred for life if the dumb piece of meat burns itself
so the dumb piece of meat should be dumber to be happy and rott quicker.

Daul Kim
So it’s back once more, back up the slope.
Why do they always ruin my rope
with their cuts?
I felt so ready the other day,
Had a real foretaste of eternity
In my guts.

Spoonfeeding me yet another sip
from life’s cup.
I don’t want it, won’t take any more of it.
Let me throw up.

Life is medium rare and good, I see,
And the world full of soup and bread,
But it won’t pass into the blood for me,
Just goes to my head.

It makes me ill, though others it feeds;
Do see that I must deny it!
For a thousand years from now at least
I’m keeping a diet.

- Rilke

Wednesday, March 02, 2011

all the black inside me is slowly seeping from the bone