November 2009
18 posts
i’m gunna say it because it needs to be said.
my side is a cunt.
there i said it.
gotta find the energy to hold on one more week. somewhere.
n o u r i s h
going without blossoms sharp hungers and uncovers beating somewhere below a lively heart.
i kissed this girl once whose belly hated her, but it said ‘HI!’ to me.
r a z o r
it’s like you’re in a speeding car and black ice throws the wheels against the laws of physics. everything slows down inside while outside metal and earth are flying violent towards each other. you can slow it down, enjoy the destruction. you can speed it up and pretend you weren’t crushed in the wreckage. you can count small squared shards of safety glass and watch blood well...
w i l l e d
maybe we’ve been these willed selves long enough to forget what was
maybe we’ve tended these needs of ours like broken down lovers or tumours too vigorous
and maybe the upkeep on hedges of fancy and track marks of fashion are come too heavy
and maybe our backs are aching not from our labours but from our losses.
b l o o m
i ate of the swine. i ate of your palm. your knee. your sex. I ate of the vine, the heart, the night. i broke in the street. i broke in your palm. your beauty. your flesh. i fell to nothing. i fell to low. to days. to needs. i fell to feel falling. i crawled the side of you. i crawled a mountain. the dark. the heat. i crawled inside.
i see the construction of it. the metal and stone. mud and spit. i see it there lurking. i won’t kick the ground or let on i know. you can count on my discretion in all matters of encouraging whatever reality might be required.
d a y l i g h t ( s )
no music. window open. afternoon sun. me and my pictures. laying on the bed constructing the future. hot shower. dinner. teg laughing. teg embarrassed by the waitress thinking we’re a couple. walking arm in arm in kensington. your spikey hooded shadow. dougie smiling in that pretentious cafe. buying the original of one of my favorite photos. meeting old friends for the first time. pretty...
“experience things. learn about yourself. grow. repeat.”
– ruzz
don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to.
“In addition to being the source of artistic inspiration, the feminine element is...”
– Guido Argentini, Private Rooms
[ruzz: could there be more bullshit spewed in the name of getting laid than this?]
i dunno what to do with this shit. slap it down and make it into art i guess.
a l l
your the sort that is fuelled by absence. you turn need into life. want into work. hopelessness into meaning. deep in your bones works a litany of micro-absence machines work tireless converting everything not present into bone-driving energy. now you look around and theres so much more than you need; sweet plum love in your heart, cash in your wallet, food in fat-belly. now, you need to learn...