this blog was dead before birth,
but it tried. still love the header pic
the ghost girls in the hallway
and the idea of small changes
reverberating through time
how sad, no mo unsecure hotlinks. how do i link now? to even secure content? sigh. nice try.
let me try some test text right here after the carat slash a slash carrot
yes!success. i hyst have to learn a brand new kind of html taglines and i'm in business again. but no one like hotlinks anymore. everyone's secure. though my old links still work-at least on my computer
so i keep wanting to link to this artist-not the one who did this artwork, it's just stand-n finger paints i did- because someone actually found this place and likes curation enough to ask for a link.
o where are all the ones
that used to
get me up at night
and make me scribble notes
on scraps of things
in the bathroom
lest morning come and we part
one strange color or another
or the look in some emily's eyes
but every brief evening now
the things that pass me by seldom pause
even to say hello
and whoever it is
comes knocking tonight
will only be there
to remind me
i really really do need
to go pee
Listen I love you and I really don't want to overlook
But I have so much to read and watch on facebook
Loving thee is great, but this photo must be scanned
Let me finish this last level in this game, c'mon man
We can create a playstation but there's a message on my Wii
Plus there's a comedy series on youtube first I wanna see
How do I love thee, you say you need me to count the ways?
Hmmm I do stare at a computer more than you most days.
THE RETURN OF SPRING
she removed dead leaves from branches
he watered dry roots with love and care
they nurtured what was once beautiful
after a tiny green leaf emerged giving hope
how to make love last
when the bloom begins
to fade, we rent
a convertable, put the top
down, and at the highest
point of land leading
out to the sky
hold hands , punch the gas
and learn to fly.
I would have existed yesterday
if only to to spiral into/out of obscurity and/or
mangle the notes of ubiquitous songs I have
failed to hate.
- - Stop -
- - Wait -
- - Think, just... Not about that, you see
we've already exceeded the
limits of uncertainty, exposed all
major deities as mad-gods
driven the entire universe
- - Sometimes -
Note: I broke my coffee pot.
Something about thermal dynamics.
"Besides," drag on a cigarette, exhale smoke of
arbitrary color, "You can never really
She stopped caring a while ago, blithely
destroys the world with eyes like
He knows this but likes to pretend otherwise
esp. when he's
mythological cocoons of a
somewhat more or less
"So, I mean, I'm only guessing here but
I don't get the impression that this makes
any sort of sense at all to you."
He pauses, scratches his nose.
She laughs, "You must've missed it. I
vanished last week. Did you know?"
"I know... Does this I've gone insane?"
"Not at all. It's just sort of counter-intuitive.
Unless you take into account survival instinct."
"..." Cough. "Wait... What?"
On one hand it's perfectly
reasonable to quantify copious
drug use, except of course in terms of
any sort of cost-benefit analysis.
On the other hand, an in the
strictest sense, the drug addled mind has
no real connection to the tangible to
In other words, similar to states of
quantum superposition, the drug addled mind is only
presumed to exist on the basis that at the moment
no other plausible alternative presents itself.
- - Anyway -
Whether you like it or not, I will,
with alarming frequency, perhaps,
You'll work it out though.
I have faith in you.
"But I wasn't finished..."
She's colored her hair all
(unregulated) microwave frequencies,
accecpting interference from only
He's creeping up from behind himself,
almost ready to...
"Stop that," She steals a ray of light,
rolls her own laser beam, hits him square in the
"Hey, what'd you do that for?"
"Nevermind. It's not important."
"Are you sure?"
"Just thank me."
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In your hands I am made
and unmade. A tiny doll
spun in the circle of your eye.
Tucked in your dimple
the sparkle from my smile.
You feel like home to me.
Like the shore upon which
the sea arrives
at journey's end.