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not a thousand message bottles
and paper plane disasters can
be like a leaf
Posted on 2010.01.24 at 20:10
LETS HIDE
Posted on 2010.01.20 at 12:29
Music: LOW LEVEL OWL
Music: LOW LEVEL OWL
im not there but i would like
what you wish,
i mean - not here,
the duvet , selfish . crazy !
what you wish,
i mean - not here,
the duvet , selfish . crazy !
Posted on 2010.01.01 at 19:16
Mood:
worried
Music: coast off
Mood:
worried
Music: coast off
your own
Posted on 2009.11.21 at 14:12
so far up
urba_0002.JPG-i am a hole in the ground.
Posted on 2009.11.16 at 12:13
plow your, resources.
that capital, street level humm
of recession, materialism
and fear into holes in the ground,
holes in the future.
Posted on 2009.10.06 at 22:52
Posted on 2009.10.06 at 22:46
is that what they told you?
Posted on 2009.09.18 at 04:34
Posted on 2009.09.06 at 21:01
Music: bauri
Music: bauri
i dont care about drilling the wrong markets just because theyre good for it,
i dont care about sharing whats not appreciated. i dont want to have to think in terms of worth,
thats so worthless to me,
the current environment surrounding the arts at present just sends me out to the woods, to forget
and be absorbed by slightly decaying matter. theres no way else to say it
i just want to weld my product to the beauty that helped create it, to the noise that called me to it,
on the cover i never downloaded, on the sleave of all who cared to delve, and trasure.
i dont care about sharing whats not appreciated. i dont want to have to think in terms of worth,
thats so worthless to me,
the current environment surrounding the arts at present just sends me out to the woods, to forget
and be absorbed by slightly decaying matter. theres no way else to say it
i just want to weld my product to the beauty that helped create it, to the noise that called me to it,
on the cover i never downloaded, on the sleave of all who cared to delve, and trasure.
Posted on 2009.09.03 at 00:18
Mood: twitchy
Music: keek
Mood: twitchy
Music: keek
steganographying my life is less effective than the one size fits all method, without being counter productive,.
having concistent multiple personalities is hard work, especially with cap'd speeds
having concistent multiple personalities is hard work, especially with cap'd speeds
Posted on 2009.07.17 at 20:32
the distant roar of air travel,
dont worry its a myth,
just traffic police helicopters going around and around.
dont worry its a myth,
just traffic police helicopters going around and around.
Posted on 2009.07.17 at 20:31
stuff rattles around in there, i mean like echos that never loose their velocity. almost flashbacks that i can see retake, until whatever point im missing suddenly forces me to force it out of mind. again. the un-conclusion, heavy with decisions. lacking in any form of action, just points on a grid beyond the size of contemplation.
Posted on 2009.07.13 at 23:46
Posted on 2009.07.13 at 23:40
constantly picking at some subdermic niggling chore,
humidity rain heat hot fans turning screens of light burning
humidity rain heat hot fans turning screens of light burning
internet is no friend
Posted on 2009.07.13 at 21:49
your on there all the time,
but i dont know why
it not like i can download you
you don't have anything to offer. it was an
unconvincing rouse,
transmitting only propoganda of the subtlest nature,
thats nothing to do with you.
more so than any of that soapy indoctrination
we usually tune into, nightly to passify the ongoing
lust for drama, or exhiliration,
i can never tell which
sizzling and burning away
like your lust for life,
you always wanted it that way.
you've become a clone, in your youthfulness.
and a drone in your old age
you've bitten the bullet, and the apple
and sold all your rage
for a different cage.
but i dont know why
it not like i can download you
you don't have anything to offer. it was an
unconvincing rouse,
transmitting only propoganda of the subtlest nature,
thats nothing to do with you.
more so than any of that soapy indoctrination
we usually tune into, nightly to passify the ongoing
lust for drama, or exhiliration,
i can never tell which
sizzling and burning away
like your lust for life,
you always wanted it that way.
you've become a clone, in your youthfulness.
and a drone in your old age
you've bitten the bullet, and the apple
and sold all your rage
for a different cage.
you cant see them, but walking through spider webs
when their spun across trees,
or gateposts, brings them into the house.
hanging and clinging they swing
on the shoulders of the last one in.
once in, they crawl.
into small dark spaces that you'll never find,
even if you were looking for them.
they'll creep up on you!
when their spun across trees,
or gateposts, brings them into the house.
hanging and clinging they swing
on the shoulders of the last one in.
once in, they crawl.
into small dark spaces that you'll never find,
even if you were looking for them.
they'll creep up on you!