Love
reaching
active
absolutely
We're
broken
Drift
clouds
through
weight
living
in
We're
broken
Friday, October 28, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Transcending the Word
The higher state is that which is unlearned.
Logic is burned in the blaze of nothing
of everything.
What has the crow ever said but nothing?
Are you greater than the crow?
Triad
Here s my camera, my kitty, and I.
Mars is very very close to us now and I feel we re on the brink of something. This Halloween weekend will be significant.
Be alert, sobre, ready. But fluid.
Monday, October 24, 2005
My Tyrannosaurus Pecks
Always uncertain, but never in doubt
I think of Auster, and his post modern gaze
Running blindly into things with my head held high
Banana hand shots, men and women unite to the task
Genderful communities working hand in hand
The Spanish government try to hide their chocolate I understand
While my German sausage lusts after the mustard, sweet, brown and smokey.
I'm conquering windmills like an ignorant brute
Filled with Elliot's melancholy, and forever a student of history
I write this on a snowy, blustery day, while running behind
Do I have anything else that will work?
A stack of photographs teeters, ready for me to re-render the world.
I think of Auster, and his post modern gaze
Running blindly into things with my head held high
Banana hand shots, men and women unite to the task
Genderful communities working hand in hand
The Spanish government try to hide their chocolate I understand
While my German sausage lusts after the mustard, sweet, brown and smokey.
I'm conquering windmills like an ignorant brute
Filled with Elliot's melancholy, and forever a student of history
I write this on a snowy, blustery day, while running behind
Do I have anything else that will work?
A stack of photographs teeters, ready for me to re-render the world.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Untitled 33
the mass
moved
protecting
all they knew
they had:
a next step
returning
forgotten
but always
felt deep
of touch
that rises
from the
hunger
moved
protecting
all they knew
they had:
a next step
returning
forgotten
but always
felt deep
of touch
that rises
from the
hunger
Untitled 24
strange
loves
the beat
one two
folded
into three
not added
and multiplied
giving into
sin
when you
think
you've
had enough
it'll all
be worth
the gift
and taste's
again
and again
loves
the beat
one two
folded
into three
not added
and multiplied
giving into
sin
when you
think
you've
had enough
it'll all
be worth
the gift
and taste's
again
and again
Saturday, October 22, 2005
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