Wednesday, November 28, 2012

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Tempestuous me, never ending tip-toe inside and out the, ours, yours, we all are sharing despite our utmost grievances of communion, utmost dalliance with youth with age with all our ducks they are dying, like mattresses they lay, like mattresses we move towards one another, feeble motions point that-a-way, pressing without arms, pressing without yours, press and pick up all in a row

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Building blocks

Deep-sky objects
retrogressive litanies, stampedes of the mind

I watch youtube videos of soldiers surprising their children, spouses, mothers and fathers, outlandish proposals danced out on sidewalks and suburban streets, i watch videos of people who learned to walk again, drugged-out-post-wisdom-tooth-extraction videos, montages of animals playing dead, celebrity impersonators impersonating celebrity impersonators, America's Funniest home dog reaction to farts, binaural beats

My head burns with the sun as it goes.. I drive home to kiss you and fall asleep

Monday, November 5, 2012


Last night, giving my dad his birthday present (late): an old compass in polished brass. With one eye closed and proficient sleep-drawl he praised the little thing over and over, keeping it in his palm while making half-rotations with his torso, watching his direction change.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The Gods Themselves - Isaac Asimov

The Soft Ones are sapient, gaseous lifeforms that inhabit a small rocky planet located in a parallel universe from our own. They have three different genders: Rationals (or lefts), Emotionals (mids) and Parentals (rights).

The Soft Ones' language consists of pulses.

Barlowe's Guide to Extraterrestrials - Wayne Barlowe

Soft Ones are able to feel the position and emotional state of other members of their triad, though, again, this is only to a certain extent. They reproduce by melting, which means fusing into one another, and this can only be done with the participation of one of each of the three genders. The Emotional provides the energy, the Rational the seed, and the Parental the incubator. The melting can last for many days and during this time participants remain unconscious.

It is the Rational who decides when the time has come, and when this happens the entire triad, Rational, Emotional and Parental, will melt together for one last time and pass on.

As it turns out, Soft Ones are actually the immature stage of Hard Ones. When they pass on, they do not die as they often believe, but rather become a Hard One. The three members of the triad, Rational, Emotional and Parental, melt together permanently into one sole individual, which explains both why Hard Ones have a dense, solid body and why they are in smaller number that Soft Ones. The reason why Soft Ones are never told this is because the Hard Ones believe that only when the Rational is able to find the truth by himself will he and his triad be mature enough to pass on to the Hard One stage.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Pathetic fallacy"

    Hanker-chief, buried alive. The soil bump-bumping in secret with this hush of alabaster, atonal, dragging like an infant towards some skin-colored license to abide. Abide and conquer for an armchair (overstuffed, leather, broken-in but without ass indentations so as to forget others, handmade pillows with real fur..old fur- must spare the current rodent, a tray for something..) on a plank and graciously tip the chin to grinning idol (a true son of a bitch). Circumcision and inflation, cutting and adding, Landscaping for Dummies, come and get it.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Woman, be strong. I know it is against your were built to feel and cry and love in a world built by your brothers that has become robotic, dead, terrified of she who gave you anything...all of it. Be strong because they will try to kill us. They worship our bodies and damn our hearts. The feminine heart beats loudly; an embarrassment to those without....they will try to give you their shame, pass it off as something LOGICAL but WHO MADE LOGIC? They are afraid of you, your passion, your tears. They are afraid of themselves...."no longer human"
DON'T DIE TOO. Please keep keeping.....I can't do it alone. For all the times I feel it, I know I'm not really by myself. Take back this anger I don't want it anymore

Friday, July 13, 2012

All right to run

Dear Internet (aka,outer space),
I am afraid I am going nuts. I feel like this every day for a long time now. I am telling you because if I keep it to myself , it gets worse, and when I tell a human , they run quietly and surely hide. Take my brain, or my heart, whatever it is I don't want it anymore.. It is making things hard for me. I surely do not need it anymore because it doesn't work right anyway. I don't know which one it is because I feel very sensitive and anguished so often (every day) over nothing, or at least no one else finds these things to be things at all, and I'm over here getting so worked up over it. So that's where I feel it is my heart that is not right anymore.....I feel it's not working right, it's a naked, fierce thing that no one wants to be caught looking at. Kind of like the guy craping himself on the public bus. Too honest, too public. It sounds like I am trying to say that my heart is broken. I am not traditional there so I will just say I think there is something wrong with it, not broken, it's working , but it works too hard for itself all the time. Makes me tired. I said before that I didn't know if it was that or the other, it's both, because while my heart pumps itself to hell , my brain is very busy knowing so. Every little thing it sees and tries to understand but in doing so, in grappling with light and darkness , my poor brain is not making sense anymore......too much staring at the sun, been swimming too long in dark waters. I want them both out. I can't even write anymore, I used to really enjoy it and feel some solace or connection with words , now though I'm just afraid of what I might say, that is, if I knew what to say to anybody in the first place. We all get frustrated with the weak Ones. Trouble also that ive never accepted this weakness. I know its true because when you tell me i act like a child, tell me to grow up, i get So angry. I think these things sound terrible ..I dont know what is real Or valuable. I dont know the Difference between worship and love. Devotion or authenticity? Are they brothers or opponents? I'm afraid again like I've always been, but not like I should be... I'm not afraid to die, I am afraid of living.


Thursday, June 7, 2012

A man young and old, William butler yeats

III. The Mermaid

A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.

Monday, January 23, 2012