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missing knots
A Gain?
The Lines Inside My Head
If A Tree fell on my head would I hear it?

missing knots,

Tuesday, October 26, 2004 11:50 p.m.

games,
coined in play
metaphoric? coincidal, suicide
rhythmic motion
contortions of sitting on my head
no i do not dream in a dream to be dead
pawned lotteries for the metamorphic age
drained out soldier suits handed down from the old and grey
pains in our hearts and hemorages of the soul
burbon on the rocks soothes them to a bit of all
next morning,
mourn the catastrophic collision
perfected in the proud decision
and a mister button pusher
hushs the sound, that gives pause to think
eyes wide he defies his next blink
blushes the color of the switch
and prepares the statement for the next hitch


Saturday, October 23, 2004 09:31 p.m.

Co.


Co.'nSpear A see
Co. R (u)poor?RATE(D)!Sp-Sp-Sp oh'n sour
Co. gloom (that is,)er... RATE(D)!
Co. 'n 'stu`(pid) tu`?T I O N(ever u mind)
Co.N St. I(~we) pay T'd
Co.//eee.r?EseeD(~ead)
Co.America

Friday, October 22, 2004 11:39 p.m.

I'm amazed to discover growling at my sister's dog about poo in the house does wonders for my self esteem. she gives me a pleading look though i force discipline. so I growl more, feel a bit angry about it, maybe quite a bit angry at it. the poo on the rug. I can feel right and be angry at the same time.

Tuesday, October 19, 2004 11:14 a.m.

cryptic nightmare last night,
an old enemy that i'd like to hold as a friend
put me in my place and hated his
weakened by it.
the dream
other friends were there though all powerless to the enemy. I consider much at this point in my life. I contimplate the interrelations.
perhaps more need there is.
awoke to hammering on that four foot retention wall...
concrete,
dreams severly mess my head, worse then maryjuana ever did.
maryjuana had a way of stiffling my dreams... one of the reasons i didn't like it. i felt like i was still dreaming, but i just missed it. i'd hate to miss my subconsciousness working itself out.
travel... maybe to a plaec where these things are respected, or at least tolerated.

my mind puzzles da kine

that's everything, for the moment.

Sunday, October 17, 2004 10:20 p.m.

>what is this?<
>where does it come from?<
>is this substance?<
<.
>or

Saturday, October 16, 2004 02:35 p.m.

>

Saturday, October 16, 2004 02:35 p.m.

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Saturday, October 16, 2004 02:32 p.m.

walk towards cigarettes
and terrible coffee
walk with your head in the light
not light, warmth
towards the sun, this celestial being
lit but without smoke
groping hope
And'SH!e tells me too honestly
*aw)kneeD

Saturday, October 16, 2004 02:29 p.m.

magic playground
this doorstep
a room whose floor is a bed
knocking
tick-tocking
clocked upside the head
feignt fantastical freebounds
out of order,in bounds
boasters
melted cheese on toasters
love fades furiously
violently
messaging Instantly

Friday, October 15, 2004 01:31 a.m.

I Free
I, RE:see peace
Hate the word I
Going pro,
going pro
amateur's pro
fess w/con
fess
ion$
upon(I)on$
P.U.$$
Di$tant

Wednesday, October 13, 2004 05:45 p.m.

consolidate, consider the choice
intimidate,d member's of voice
timid blessings, but plentiful
mirrored wishes that fade into shadows
unclear, clarity to the wayside
behind the fuss, mushed moss
infrastructure out of trust,
toss salad loss boss

Wednesday, October 13, 2004 09:13 a.m.

on illeagal immigration:
"it's a potentially toxic subject" Bill Lunch
by this i think he means politically toxic subject. The newspaper article, found in the Statesman Journal, gave few hints as to the reason for the mass immigration from mexico. My guess is the fact that the united states will soon have a large non political statistic to consider. Caucasians will soon be the minority. If I was a Mexican, with any knowledge at all of the united states power in a global perspective, I'd be rushing off to America to show the big wigs up white grown home what a house really is.
These immigrants cannot vote though, there is some sort of cat and mouse game played. Some Mexican named ______ and does it really matter? not with a cat and mouse on the run for a job, some money, and away from the dirty and awashing (ahem LA, pollution, wind channels, etc.) deserts of rat dirt... something
Our so called leaders, or would be leaders are too pompous or too mathmatically minded or Poles AXED the decency of political gargon. Beheading is illegal so companies live outside the context of laws, biology, and global decency.
Then the day comes when agriculture is a machines job. Voting becomes a right of all the citizens of the world. Though, I dream of a day without guns.

Tuesday, October 12, 2004 02:10 p.m.

Net
WORK!

Tuesday, October 12, 2004 11:42 a.m.

I would ask questions here, alluding to some minor audience...

Tuesday, October 12, 2004 11:40 a.m.

YOU!
oh your not there, well i'll talk about you anyway
YOU!
trouble, is for you.
hahahaha! I'll speard my famine of misfortune.
Keep smoking or else I can't.
Keep sake, my body, lungs, internal revenue
"
Where's the money?
where's the money?
Where is that money?
"
loading...
loaded
bang bang shoot shoot

Tuesday, October 12, 2004 11:38 a.m.

I am CIA
Oh, I mean, that is CIA
No, this guy is CIA
Wait wait, i'm trying to be CIA
No, i'm not CIA
But that guy is
CIA
:oh oh oh Honest Face!

Monday, October 11, 2004 06:58 p.m.

I~
i!~
~@i...
eye~s
pro+duct+hive,ity
d(it)ty
other
other
other
~other
br
B

I-

Monday, October 11, 2004 06:49 p.m.

tech,no.logIin~a(G)@y
TvvIs+Ed,TV(V),<-!...(c)?
see(D)se:er:pnt
sir,print
the twain marked my woe
and trees fell
scor(e)ching
mother,father,mister,sister,mayI
!it!
worldwidewinter
winterwildwis-don't
Ha
H-
her my, own i?
so(i!~)ld 'ere&'air

Monday, October 11, 2004 06:49 p.m.

lo,

Thursday, September 16, 2004 11:00 p.m.

my dog's name was scout, funny.
memories i have of him are short, i remember him whimpering in the kitchen his first night in my families house. i cuddled up next to his bed, stroking his head wondering why he was wailing. a mother who is now forgotten, he was the runt and ran with the pack, always behind a little bit.
i deposit him into a bush. he scrambles in the twigs and leaves proteted by his fur. then arrives at the bottom in the earth and dust. scambleing i pick him up again and drop him in the top of the bush. it reminds me of money, like a vending machine. Children can be so cruel.
It's snowing out, scout's finally learning to stick with the family. He's starting to love us. He's running towards me. From my father to me, his eyes glowing in the snow that sprays up from his feet. The sound of a car, he charges. Blood stains the white snow.
The only other dogs i knew as a child were big black lab's that would tag team me, jumping scratching and clawing. I hated dogs for a long time.

Sunday, August 15, 2004 01:31 a.m.

there's the poe i know
i heard from a friend,
whose form was shapeless
i heard it from the rear end
hopping and horah-ing
holding himself straight
to be bended once bent
again.

Friday, August 6, 2004 10:59 a.m.

leave a trace
of myself
around the globe
knitted in the
shmunched
repitoire
collected by anal
area codes
blessed by disturbances
of the peace
oh, capatalism
let us revel in your glory
grander and wizer with age
oh, capatalism-
>?<

Monday, August 2, 2004 04:12 p.m.

IBelivin'Ishatmyself.

Monday, August 2, 2004 04:09 p.m.

rapscillion
peanut sauce
tied in intestinal
know cowards, roight over 'ere
roight roight
chunk pro chunk
anti gunk,junked in junk
funked the junk, just inB
twixt both cheeks,
right or left
deft
deaf, donned dumbbell
muddy crud, compossure after walk, midnight talk
no one to explain to, reboot.


Sunday, August 1, 2004 03:15 p.m.

Y am i where u wanna be
where are you when you are there
being where here myght be.
if there was a here&there
at the same place and time.
and if i wanna be where you are
(t)here, i'd let you know,but now
i'm here, so where else is there to go?

Thursday, July 29, 2004 12:06 p.m.

spY wearin'
tearin' the skY
the rYte or Wrong
We are all Wicked in the sick
p(oi)fect world
pre-fix my(Y)self
X-spy, turned to nigh
T
pop
uP

Thursday, July 29, 2004 09:47 a.m.

i heard hoarse shouts almost like a karate centered, but gutteral. i felt in the gutter, as far as common deciency goes. distant from this beings way of life. distant from his calculations, his impulses, his freedom of expression. the male voice hoarse with appreciation, frolics unperterbed at the moment. in my own room, from inside the window, from a vacant spot of hiding, i know not. and i continue to ponder the vague aspects of the world i wish to comprehend. for the moment, a biker rides by his trouble unrelated, to the whisper of mentally handicapped, who know themselves by anyother name then MH or biologically impaired or suitabley fit for this life, maybe. so when mentally handicapped becomes a word like retard, can we use the word retard for anyone other than me. ;)

Wednesday, July 28, 2004 12:09 p.m.

the prep school fool
was warned by the street
laughing at the cool tool
won't let him follow the beat
though if beating he saught
the neighboors would caught
&him would be a dead posin'
nobody, sunk street side glow
he gives some sorta nighttime show
weaving himself in and out of the cosmic spectrum flow.
threatening voices heard out side his house
trying to think silence of a mouse
ears of a dog and knees of the flamingo

hehe
BR<>flame&go

Monday, July 26, 2004 12:56 p.m.

IS there a
philsophy
anymore? is there?
can one be a philosopher?
can one be
philosophy?
is life too long/short/hearditbefore
so here's whitey rich rich
here's the door
there's a philosophy&here's one too.
up and out
down and in
up and in
down and out


Monday, July 26, 2004 12:47 p.m.

goo(d influences;
or rather ba)d
"she"-paird's res/ting the field
while democratic candY burns /a
sugar hole, in the oh-zone, air's
figured, in account numbers,percentage
tally, tole, timber!

jitter bUg

Monday, July 26, 2004 12:40 p.m.

The internet is so gay!

...

I need to read more, get my work schedule figured out. and explore some semblance of the healthy internet. it's like oh, look we're fucking up the environment, oh say the internet has an environment too. let's not make it something useful, but rather trash the shit full of gumbo. soooooo, gay? well rather than a bundle of twigs (hehehe) it's more like um, not so happy...

Monday, July 26, 2004 12:21 p.m.

oeri fixujkd

Monday, July 26, 2004 12:13 p.m.

A dream I had, of a computer.
one that runs it's rickity rumbling way
a bombshell in the midst of
cold advertising and monstrous
backseated deception.
this old and circuits of fire
box holds closed only by the
sheer mechanics of the thing
a tool of invention,
lawminded misdirection
lined and ruled with
crusted hope.
the rust
bucket slowly fell from the highest story, in the tallest building, guarded by all those that care. it was carried by it's creator to a dark corner in the severed building. then was purchased for the sum of a penny, which at this time was a very small sum indeed. the man collected his winning, ripped the cords from the walls, then plunged the computer from the darkest secretive corner, repeating the old familiar codes, the man lost control. though, still reading a living goal.

Saturday, July 24, 2004 11:01 a.m.

computers movin' inside out
when i'm trying to make in outside in.
where to begin, when it's all outdoor sin.
flying in through my bedroom window.
comeon show town,
let's moan down
up pick up, not just a seat.
damn whole worlds in heat.
so which annonymous digital underwear
glad to shad my repair?
poo on the sight of night,
i'm right with not a speck of might
that's written, arrogance, in a speck of time.
lookee shook w/ye i'm a little hard to compare,
what's with me, i don't think you see, i'm a mime
holding boulders of woozy wizdumb, hating skate
blarin' underwentthere, who cares. let's show all the hair.
still shivering and driving a wooooooo-weee air!
(?) puddle

Saturday, July 24, 2004 10:53 a.m.

doesn't matter if an e is a 3 of a man is as an s like a 5 b3c453 b3cuss redi5ccu551on 1on run on and on 1ong son G-543210_0 wh04444444 h0lie who-ow rentalm155 1on m15+7 M15+7 misstell rambiniations? where the contination to a web. but i gotta a question, it's a where's the fly gonna land, and how quickly will the spider pounce? tickling my ankles itching pimples in the summer h34777?

Saturday, July 24, 2004 09:21 a.m.

...

Saturday, June 19, 2004 12:47 p.m.

electric awakening! mez-moronic gotaaa shower sandalwood breathin congested nostral bust the buff up imp-pow-ed u cation

Tuesday, July 13, 2004 07:34 p.m.

lost day
missed may
kissed grey
cut the day
fished may
scored grey
prey period.
'lil infuriated
left it up in the hair for yuh.



left a little underhanded
wonder if i got stranded
might get off but i was just branded
evil little devil kin under handed.


Tuesday, July 13, 2004 07:32 p.m.

.
..
...
BRrrrr
thinkathinkathinka
warmup!
brrr...
.
..
...
tic tick tic
crickity creek
Brrrrrrr
warmup!

Tuesday, July 13, 2004 07:29 p.m.

copyright
wrong.
might be maybe
so there's an idea?
his yup can do
visual poetry
mister motion
pick
tour
posin line
mime merry silence
long bored...
GAY
FAG!

Tuesday, July 13, 2004 07:27 p.m.

i.
p.
h20?


P
0
o
shoo
t
boost... run
fun fun fun
done.
i.
p.
::think::


Tuesday, July 13, 2004 07:15 p.m.

quick
slick
trick toes
button on the nose
for terrible tree top
preach pose
i see a man without my flow
giving when i be at the gotten
feels like i might get shotten.
quoted then voted coded my noded, then i slid
and fell on my lid
showed and owein
missle fires rollin
and i'm lost buddy self
realative motion health
win the mini mighty belch
bum down t00ly
am i c00ly
or f00ly f00ly r0und


Tuesday, July 13, 2004 07:09 p.m.

exit
real mind
flash
shot blind
pretty picture
posing
perfect
shots a shot
gotcha! what? where? got.
move move faster faster
'lo lord and master?
faster and faster
crack that cracker
politeness matters most
to gross goose eggs
moldin in the homely
host
please say i put
butter on toast
am i a ghost?
numerical most
private part toast
shot at 11 butt
where's number 7?


Tuesday, July 13, 2004 06:52 p.m.

Park in the dusk
lined up with musk
A
long distance mistrust
love underlined i might just
don't even relieve it
gotta believe the rod bit
holdin my hand, or is it my aliby
poetry suck my balls and i only write this shit
so where' gone my mind
and where gone my hoty
Paligamy street on the corner of avernue a
wanted more than one but they told me dont be gay
church shit on my ass and grew me none grass
and i'm checkin twice the mo's at my door>BR? say they want me, i say i want a little more.>BR? peace pretend make my family amend
gone to neverland over the cucckoo's next
if i know whats' comin the i better be best
just teasing with that around the corner
not in my mouth but on the computer
gross blank check
that intersect
there are people on your computer you know that right?
I in a you us

Thursday, June 10, 2004 08:34 p.m.

Our people on our computers
The internet is every people's
but, electrotnic steeple's burning
wrapped in cellophane pornography
grated in nonresponsive wires
fired by gated billed mass-authority.
gaining momentum but recklessly redundant
maybe my eye's closed but
the flourescent neon signals are all vacant
the vancant eyes burn the computer screen
where is the secret?