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Four Frames

2008-03-02T20:15:00.002-05:00

there are four frameswhere if you look carefully the wheel spins without a hubeverything aligned perfectlythey way if you watch a wheel spinand it goes fast enoughthen you might actually thinkthat you are going backwardsthere's four frameswhere the balance and color and exposureis so properit would make you cryit would turn you to mushthere are four acts to itenough to make anybodywant to become

Palmolive

2008-03-02T20:07:00.002-05:00

you would tell methat you believed in a thing called memore then me itselfand i couldnt imagine anything biggerso looking up over the sinkat all my dirty dirty dishesseemed like a bigger task than both of usand cleaning was just something i wouldnt doyou handing me broom and mop and spongeand i refused to believe that water can clean a dishyou kept sayingthat a little soap and elbow grease was

Solid gold Exit seating

2008-02-16T00:33:00.001-05:00

he wants to travelin a solid gold jetlinereverytime he is in the duty freehe's looking for helmets parachutes and crash gearhe's chatting up the people next to him.he's wondering how the thing stays upunder such tremendous pressure.he sits. straps in. he prays for pilotless flight.and then.every two monthshe looks at the warning on the door next to him.if you are seated by an emergency exitand do

she's eating a very sad cake...

2008-01-22T19:59:00.000-05:00

a broken heart forms a hard shelltiny filaments of steel based concretethat become a chrome blackened hand.with shade.a shaded hand.a shaded hand reaches out and touches hairbut leaves invisible fingersas hand on shoulderas fingers in hairas fingertips on facein slow landsliding fashiondown each cheeksayingremindingthinking of clever quotesbut not too clever.because the ones she has are already

Unmanageable

2007-11-05T11:01:00.000-05:00

A chiseled face with tight lips He looked at me Then the carcass across from him And said That my nigga - is an unmanagable lifestyle That my nigga - is a life out of control. I couldn't really argue. In protest it seemed The carcass would raise up Slap his tongue And stammer a very primal stammer Speaking to the reptile in us His corduroy pants and matching rayon coat Black and orange and soul

define comfort

2007-08-14T00:23:00.000-04:00

define comfort he says to herdraping a velvet leg over her shoulderfive legs keeping him thereand he could give a shitabout his lanky limbshe can have it he thinksin the off event that it breaks offand she weilds it as a weapon.his shiny wings chirping at just the right frequencyand one twoprestohe is dreaming and she is lulled from brightlightsbig city jive talkin slick and slimsto his private

Rubber shoes

2007-07-30T21:29:00.003-04:00

You wear rubber shoes But they don't protect you Your feet won't fight for you Only run From fight to fight Too weak to raise the knife hand To weak to raise a shield The daggers come right in You and your opposite Both unaware of the cuts Sometimes you can lacerate So quick So slick You don't even know How deep How hard How fast How

Lobster claws

2007-07-30T21:29:00.001-04:00

Hands in front of wrist Scissors like lobster claws The kid snips and snips Piece by piece The film he's cutting Is all from the past And opposite the truth Like a sweet angel Sitting across the subway car From some homeless hopeful Masturbating at the thought of his past I pray that the girl Get my same lobster hands And get him Right

A cavity to fill

2007-07-16T17:26:00.000-04:00

So tiny and piercingHow that shit startsMid conversationThe tiny space under myExposed scalpBegins a vigorous itchingI can dealI can do thisNo its not a conditionOr syndromeOr some twoTo three letter acronymFor a nasty habitOr failure of the human conditionPush throughListen harderI can do thisConversations usually don'tBut can sometimes start themselvesAnd all I want is a parachuteSo when I drop

Secrets out

2007-06-29T00:51:00.000-04:00

She said she knewWhat what he was all allAbout about aboutPenis pride, penance and prosetryGave him pauseThat he could be so out thereQuiets not quite as keptDeviant little manAnd his crooked smileHis deviated staresThe hint of an acute personalityThe mark of a repeated secretSent via BlackBerry by AT&T

Paper thin

2007-06-19T09:10:00.001-04:00

Paper thin As these things can sometimes seem We are thrown together Like a corporate adam And a papercut eve I'm a boss all by myself In a drawer full of staples And glue and the like Trying daily to deliver The same shitty Shareholders bulletin Jireh. ¤

The great female poopooclot

2007-06-11T10:53:00.001-04:00

SoA phenomenon existsA self repeatingSelf deceiving gameAll the girls love to playIts the greatest american cocksuckThese womens magazinesGuised as empowermentYou're learningHow to wear those eight inch heeeeeelsIn the sexually sensitive workplaceHow to cook that steak andOne hundred new ways to suck Suck that paternal cockYou've been hidingUnder page fifty even's lessonOn how to apply makeupAnd

Maintain

2007-06-11T10:53:00.000-04:00

I saw an ad on the trainAmidst all the burly hurly hustle bustleIt saidMaintain a great equilibriumGave me pauseTo think Of all the unbalancedAnaccounted for and Incomplete equations Left danglingIn my formative yearsOf learning the orderOf operationsBrackets firstThen worry about the restYupSent via BlackBerry by AT&T

Lotion is underrated

2007-06-07T11:39:00.001-04:00

i look up at the signin the train station sheepshead bay 9th ave to the south bronxand the kid is so smoked outhis face so gray and ashy at the timeit would be years before i learned the value of a good lotion organic if possiblethe ability to glistenis so highly underratedi could slide right down these railswith my slickness glistenin'my chrome features visibleright out to a small farm in france

A certain

2007-05-30T19:20:00.000-04:00

ForIts a strange place to be Or find yourselfYour whole planet made out Of crushed lightbulbs And marshmallowsLike you could probably step outBut you'd either be a diabeticOr a bloody messOr a picture of wax printed perfectionYou could be the change you wish In all these boring same unattractive MutherfuckersOn that other sideOf the velvet rope gropeYou paidYou're inIts overBefore it beganNever

Poison

2007-05-29T19:50:00.001-04:00

That's a poisonSaid a tight mouthOn a tight trainWith a tight perspectiveVery acute And it made me thinkHow girls love chocolateHell how I love chocolateBut a dog loves chocolateAnd dies for that loveA neverending circleFivethousand levels deepAnd the first two are me and youYou dying for causes andMeDead to the effects* jireh

Click clack two

2007-05-29T09:08:00.000-04:00

Dust settling being what it is these daysIt was ironic to be stuffing a thingInto the minds eyeStanding on the worlds neverending construction project.If what you want is really that simple Does it make it that much harder to ask for?The little thingsThe backrubThe oceanviewThe listeningMaybe the unpeelingThe simple thingsVisible from both sides of the mirrorAt timesOne gets tiredOf asking for

2007-05-28T03:33:00.001-04:00

Cherish the day ii made a simple deduction A very detailed analysis And a crushing wait All made their way To the front of the class With a clear clear clear view Of the front of the train I made glancing stabs at you Inefficiently We cried Till mine became false and overproduced And arranged for..a swift deletion Or maybe repurposing And

Becoming the same

2007-05-28T03:25:00.001-04:00

Thistly The tumblweed She rolls into town The mere sight Suggesting an irrelevance The mere sight Hinting at a deficiency You found something A reason to pause and to cry A method in an old book And you're reading it The way I used to read to you Head on pillow My muted lullabye And to think You appear now And tell me it was me That

minnie ripperton

2007-05-15T01:57:00.000-04:00

she said it best... in the heart of every man... lives the seed of a flower.

Holla back

2007-02-11T16:50:00.000-05:00

When calculating cost

2006-12-27T20:22:00.001-05:00

Glancing back and forth at his receipt It occurs to him Possibly kinda maybe you can't give back Possibly you can't return this thing Its all adverts and no product All marketing and sales We had hoped you'd buy into it they said It had become an array of possibles Situations and piles of hypothetics Twisted arms, broken teeth, raunchy lyrics Pink thong stretched over overstretched Bad ass ass

Lots

2006-10-07T12:42:00.000-04:00

Lots of places to hide a dirty bone.To slice a neckFaster than carlito's litle homey caught itAnother is added to the listI'm on the list she saysHe looks at the list through a gloryholeEverything is sex through this holeApparently its all we knowObviously its everything we thoughtBasically its the worst time everEssentially we've created this beastSeemingly when you wished it was over

Middle ground is for half steppin

2006-08-31T20:15:00.000-04:00

Center stageI wanted to ask youOut loudSo I could confirmThat the words left my lipsAm I him?Is she you?Who are they?What's so funny?Back and forthRipping thru the pagesI'm trying to find my linesBut they all readlike acronyms and palindromesStanding for symmetryAnd lots of abbreviated nothingsWe stare at the picture a bit longerThe words drip a bitYou wipe themCasually like a runny noseAll these

Non communique

2006-08-30T19:53:00.001-04:00

They've turned the transmitter offNo more blip every 30 secondsTo let you know where we areOn any given night there was that beaconNo more whispering in the earAbout anything anywaysThe directions become more inherentInstinct or instruction nature or nurtureLike the little cockeyed man saysNo more leaky holesHis one good ear turned into thatLarge all catching bucket. Listening.

Back

2006-08-30T19:53:00.000-04:00

Enviously I observed,The way your back was so plenty slickThe way you revertYour disgust fast turning overLike cake batterOnto itself for a good risingFor a good leaveningYou are a good girlJust in denialRunning in a circleto escape the meaning you seekTo bring them all them to their knees.To bring them to that everlovingPoint of submissionYes you are sweet pussy paulineYes prettiest girl in the

Good ratty mouse mouse

2006-08-09T19:02:00.000-04:00

She was in the wrong spotAt the right timeTo have the wrong thingCome right her wayA lifetime tucking crumbsDrinking muddy rustyDucking iron wormsFucking like a madwomanThings take seconds to startHours to findSeconds to slow downHours to endShe took her final momentsTo ponder her realityHow she was niether her or thereOn the the humanity tip

Its crazy

2006-08-07T22:01:00.000-04:00

Its pure crazyTo think of all these forcesThe weak oneThe grave oneThe accelerated oneThey teeter they totterIn the core of the reactor there is calmFace down in that poolYou find your very answersStaring back up at youAttracting and repellingIn the reflection of the pondThey swim freelyBouncing here and thereDebating their relevancePondering their impactBut there is calm inertiaBetween the

All these things

2006-07-31T21:43:00.000-04:00

She laughedWhen I told her about the wiresAnd a little old manThat must have a master mapTo her it was that simpleAnd I never knew herTo her it was that simpleAnd she was never really mineIt was all smilesAnd gorgeously cruel laughterDragging my projectorRefusing to be somebodys lapdogTo her it was so easyShe was never here or thereTo her it was all dismissableAnd she ignored all these thingsI

All they have got

2006-07-23T01:09:00.000-04:00

It takes all he's gotTo remove his shoesI'm not comfortable anywhereHe reveals to his reflectionIn a down pillow's muffled toneTo believe is a giftTo trust is a treasureTo enter is a privelegeDisbelief is the normCynicism is the saviorPassivity is the answer

Actually

2006-07-14T18:38:00.001-04:00

I had made itFormed from the blood of my own thoughtsI held itAnd debated it uses.The way a lady can look at a placentaAnd wonder what elseWhat else could I do with thisMessBloodyTangleOf organic circuitryA facialA mealA special placeIn your womb bitchWhere I hung my hat.I read that the number 6Even as she seemswould be the devilAnd my countdown wouldn't lastas long as hopedOr expected.She asked

Nobody could tell

2006-07-14T18:38:00.000-04:00

Nobody ever knew becausethe kid couldn't tellCouldn't dare to mentionAll he wanted from life was his teethNot the fameNot the notorietyAs the kid kid candy freakBack in the precandy freak glory daysShiny white placardsThat beamed responsibility across a roomOr screamedI am readyConfidentOptimisticAnd taken care ofLike tiny white cue cardsThat people would look into your mouthAnd read good things

Sad but truthy truth

2006-06-22T10:54:00.000-04:00

Sad but trueThe overall state of the mensThe sections get smallerThe hems riseUntil you find your slacks haveBecome your long awaited apron stringsOr disgustingly gagagaragantuanIts either gorillas or bunny rabbitsSteak or string beansBoeuf or haricot vertsAfrica or south of franceWhich aren't really so far from each otherOn your plate they chill quite closeNear enough to share their vaporsAnd we

Drip drip drip black black black

2006-06-20T17:50:00.000-04:00

Fuck was it lady?That he had all them teeth?They way he filled that mouth upMade you feel it up your noseMade the eyes waterBecause I thought I had youHis hair?His nappy wild brooklyn hair?His knowledge of paul simon?His parisian connectionsBecause I thought I had youHis nice clothesEnunciated vocal abilityHis fucking blacker skin?His penchance for being a jerkoff?Because I wanted to have you so

Presence

2006-05-31T21:30:00.000-04:00

SometimesI could just walk upAnd place them all betweenYour skullLine your face with itPresenceOf which you have so muchBut use so littleLike so many thingsTurns you into ones own worst enemyOnes own cursed memoryOf let downsTo the point of monetary compensationAs ifAs ifThat had ever done itPlant your feetOnceFor onceBe able to sayHere I amI am hereWith full certaintyI know thisBecause I store

But

2006-05-23T18:54:00.000-04:00

But in actuality it is not love; it is a form of anti-love. It has its genesis in a parental failure to love and it perpetuates the failure. It seeks to recieve. It nourishes infantilism rather than growth. It works to trap and constrict rather than liberate. Ultimately it destroys rather than builds relationships and it destroys rather than builds people...The road less traveledBy scott

Begging the pardon

2006-05-10T20:23:00.001-04:00

Begging you pardon missBut somewhereIn all that hair I seemedTo have misplaced my noseDeep inside the amber locks andEarthen nappinessI lost my shnoz...LikeHoneyTwigsRosesHoneydewHoneysuckleBabys breathSensimillaSweatYouAndMeJust like honey

Ask me now

2006-05-10T20:23:00.000-04:00

Ask me no questionsI tell you no lies From betwixt your thighsThat was the mottoIt was a military styleOf truth be tolding....Don't ask don't tellJust keep it moving...All the petit oiseausAll over my big lonely branchA different tale for eachPecking away as they pleased.But ask me now sweet birdI spin you a tale thick and sturdyBut really transparentAt the same timeAll the more tensileAll the

Wall street english

2006-05-10T17:11:00.000-04:00

Do you speak english he askedOver hunched shouldersSwarthy face and mangey handsYes I speak wall street englishI step out off the boatWith strong euro's in my left handCrusty baguette in my rightFuck english, I speak wall street english

Came to him

2006-05-10T17:10:00.000-04:00

It came to him it did,The way a country will decide for anotherYour citizens are starvingI caught the razor edge of those eyes all rightYou have an epidemicand are in need of good christian pityOnly the lily white eyeballs of our mistrustCan set you and they right...I wondered who had made me himThat guy, that miserably happy go lucky guyWith the full hardcover manualOf he she sucks and whyBut

Rhonda

2006-05-10T12:37:00.000-04:00

I'm so sickThat I'm scared to call your doctorNeed some rhondaHelp help me rhondaDo me first rhondaHelp me out sweety miss fondaI do my jumping jacksLike nothin's upThe shy young heterosexualTaking the dance class seriouslyAt such an young ageNothings up I'm just waiting for my creditsAnd waiting for my partner,Her names rhonda la fondaShe's athleticI'm apatheticI'm seeing boobs and spandexBut I

I hope you came

2006-05-06T19:11:00.000-04:00

I hope you met her thereAt that supernova of a moment,And she couldn't decideTo kill kick or crySlap spill or slitherRoll glide yaw or thrustI say all thisBecause I could swearI saw my semen crusted heartOn your kitchen floorWhen I came to pick up my nightstandNot knowingjust how many peopleHad dibs on that one said standBut she didAnd you cameAll over my sweetPussy farty heartyAnd there was

Actually

2006-05-06T18:51:00.000-04:00

I had made itFormed from the blood of my own thoughtsI held itAnd debated it uses.The way a lady can look at a placentaAnd wonder what elseWhat else could I do with thisMessBloodyTangleOf organic circuitryA facialA mealA special placeIn your womb mummafuckWhere I hung my hat.I read that the number 6Even as she seemswould be the devilAnd my countdown wouldn't lastas long as hopedOr expected.She

And when I click this button

2006-05-06T18:42:00.000-04:00

You will implode.Just here in this area,Between your head and heartIn that funny spaceYou were in last timehe kissed youAnd it felt realAnd new and raw and tastyAnd you sworeThat next timeYou would pickle,preserve and purify this thingCondense it, create a reductionAs to focus itWhere it should goInto his bleeding heartwatch it as it implodesGo through this.Notice its elasticityFrame by frameI

Who is kevin finnerty

2006-05-06T18:24:00.000-04:00

Slightly bandagedHe awaits recoveryEmbarassed by his nurseIn debted to herHis eyes roll and he slowly accumulatesA mental hospital billAn ever growing tabYou might wonder the pointOf a morphine dripWhy they might wonderWho kevin finerty really is...Who am IWhere am I goingWhy offer such a thingOf such narcotic intoxicationWhy smile then look awayGliding that knife to and froOver that

7thand40th part dos

2006-05-06T18:19:00.000-04:00

He walked past a little placeA small portal of undoing.Remembering a slight tatter of cloth,The beginning of a frayed edgeA hint of the word threadbare...The smell of hustled weed,Elevator grease,And muslin flooded his faceJanitors, hipsters, chatty katthy colonopin ingestionsThen to old coke weilding tree trunks of menIt was all coming to an opened ended circleA reason to keep looking over your

CAMELT

2006-04-06T19:51:00.000-04:00

She passed me a noteSexysidewayslikeHer eyes followed it across the table into my notebookInside my adams appleUnder my chin and tongueIt was a whispery kind of noteThe kind you'd rather read by candlelightIn reponse to my noteShe folded her hands up and bound them with tying twine, potpourri, and some little heartsPassed them to me in this little origami of a dragonWith two broken wingsIn

Unfold

2006-03-21T22:16:00.000-05:00

It felt as if he unloaded his shoulders of a great weight.The 400 lb gorilla we love to like to hate.It was roaming a foreign landAs big as it isAs it wasYou'd expect much difficultyHiding behing the thin rice paper strips of self doubtBut it had the power to hide itselfMaking its own surroundings become the very fabric it hid itself inHiding in plain sight...It would hide one night moreStay way

Needled and threads

2006-03-21T22:15:00.000-05:00

He walked past a little placeA small portal of undoing.Remembering a slight tatter of cloth,The beginning of a frayed edgeA hint of the word threadbare...Fabric on his chest pulled tightAn improper drpery at bestCock surety made the manOr so he thoughtOr so he imaginedShe looks over at the inspiration boardDivining the reason for the seasonHe so far awayOut of sightHard to findShe in love with

Hoofarted

2006-03-21T22:12:00.000-05:00

I didn't know the manWhat was it he she itHidden behing mussed ethiopian hairA greasy desperate look to round off the deal...Gooseneck adams apple to bootWith such exhaustionSuch dartingLeft to right and back to forthAs eyes tend to doOn the street these days.Who killed the girl he asked meI just looked at him.The way you lookWhen somebody asks....

Face

2006-02-09T18:38:00.000-05:00

Measured on the scaleOf ships launchedI could only account for oneA doomed vesselA small victoryIn exchange for overall defeatBut not by explosionThe submarine was destined for an un doingOf small explosions, internal chaos.The quietness of a shipAs it approaches sea floorBut with nobody to hear it come to rest.Does it really stop? Does it?At the bottom of your oceanIt lies trapped, sealed, and

In a way its good for balance

2006-02-02T22:05:00.000-05:00

DripDripThe revelations ooze outThe face keeps moving while the mouthStages its hunger strikeThe feet keep moving while the legs rotateCounterclock wiseThe spoon spins in the bowlLike the time you told her you loved her.And she let you tell her.And you let the words drip out.Saving your emotions for a book of haikuHaiku baby you screamedShe snickered god bless youBut she didn't knowThe shoes were

Just like I remember it

2005-11-16T15:31:00.000-05:00

F--k around lay aroundA wise old man said to me once.A pig in s--t will remain as said pigUntil the s--t runs out...And the pretty little fly with it's reflective eyelids,Feels the pull of need and desire for said pile of s--t.But that's how I remember you,As that fly in s--tI don't even remember who was whoWas I pig?Fly?Fly on pig s--t?Pig on fly s--t?Fly on pig's back...That's where I wanted to

It could be sweet

2005-11-07T19:51:00.002-05:00

When it clicks,There is a sliding mechanismThat pushes those with sorrowed intentions along their gloomy and self depricating way,But it could be sweet,The feeling of the wind,Feeling of never being held to it,Never having to solve anything.It would be sad,But sweet.Like fudgy the whale,Or my nigga cookiepuss...

What was what

2005-11-07T19:51:00.001-05:00

What was I fighting for?I've forgotten in my haste to battle,The cause for this pauseSweet hips t---s and p---y lips.It was a futile fight,And there you were fighting for the wrong side,Tongue to cheek,Except it was glued to the side of your face,Maniacal-like.I reckon they could have drank anything,And still eaten mushrooms and gone into battle,Milk or water,Milk or honey,But blood and honey

How I will grow you m-----f----r

2005-11-07T19:51:00.000-05:00

I have these dreams.Of creating a new man deal woman wayParadigms hung in small rice paper strips,Picture behind just clear enoughPuts you on the road but neglects to mention your exit.You see the sign telling you road ends.But this man is you man or girlAnd you see it coming and decideThe biggest decide everThe razor that cuts the stripsIt ends and you are here and be here as you mayYou will

She is gone

2005-11-02T18:35:00.000-05:00

You've seen it on tv.In the cartoon.She was that fish, that mouse, that characterThat zips through the antagonist's teeth.A pretty mouthfull if I ever saw one.And now she is gone.The imaginary pepe lapew pursuit has ended.And it is what it was.Imaginary. All the feelings.Just imagine the imagery she gave out,Projecting her own private string theoryIn on of the alternate worlds shw floated through

I wonder

2005-11-02T17:29:00.000-05:00

From the outside, with a gratuitous glance inSort of boomerang shapedThe introspection is,It flies back at you as what seems to be a reflectionWhich is actually just me me and meWondering who are you you her and he,You are the established, the non strugglerThe arrived, the expected, the served,The known, and the considered.While I wait in line, asking you questions from the other side of the

prayer for beauty

2005-10-26T11:19:00.000-04:00

forciblethe muslinesque feeling i tend to gag on allthetime.when i see youyou are the noblest creature ever.and i've always known it.its me that same personpee pants and cuffed up pantsi came back for the-rereyou just DID NOT understandunder that buttermoon hallucinationyou loooked in my hand and got so nervouscuz i know how to use that muthaat least i use to use to know how tobut with all that

Perfection without fine print

2005-10-19T15:33:00.000-04:00

I fell asleep last nightAnd dreamt of conditional perfectionAnd the well documented caveatsOf the old give and take.Of the old real and fake.The no baxi's no taxi's no refundsThat goes on when eyes meet and mouths open.I dreamt of fishOr maybe it was sushiwith double sided scaling... Inside and outI dreamt of sunsoaked vacations to the carribean, and a piss filled margarita waiting for me when I

The age old askme trick

2005-08-30T19:13:00.000-04:00

I do it all the timeIn the same fashionIt becomes my reference checkerFactfinderThought provokerAnd case in point.The cups may spin to a deafening rattleBut rest assuredThey come backThey peel the undersides of the eyeballMaybe there'd be some residue left behindWhat were we thinking our heroes ask themselvesBe real they ask.The inertia of their selfconfidence lapses and they are set into

The dawning

2005-08-19T11:12:00.000-04:00

The dawn finds our hero wakingJust barely 3 hours deep into it all,3 hours away he wakes againTo a slumbersome realityOf mortars slinging across a mourning skyWe will burn these houses the masked figured whisperWe will by almighty god win in the endI still don't think I understand the isreali palestinian conflict. I mean on one hand, you can't move into a place claiming manifest destiny and clear

The hardest button to button

2005-08-05T10:00:00.000-04:00

The hardest button to buttonThat first oneAfter rolling away from youA most unwelcome departureWhen my pants go back on and flesh is once again contained.And thoughts began to form crystalline cellular wallsIts the hardest buton to button

Primer

2005-07-28T18:57:00.000-04:00

If death was a painted wall,The word 'fuck' would be the primer...

She said you better

2005-07-28T11:35:00.000-04:00

She said I better be sure. She saidAint no fool like an old foolI had to agreeThe worst foolIs the repeated fool.I'm sure alright.I'm sure you already knowThe second worst fool is theRepeated fool.I'm sure of it.

The audibleaudacity

2005-07-28T01:36:00.000-04:00

The nerveThe spinning self depreciationHe's a mass of wantA sirging force of infantile proportionsIts like talking to a babyAbout how goog dogfood tastsesAnd how good for you is baby food.The sin in it all ensuesConversation faltersYou are finally that guy.

The thing that sucks the most...

2005-07-23T22:53:00.000-04:00

I guess other than not having your loved one.There are things that suck peripherally. SuddenlyAll those casseroloes that thought you were soooooCoolNiceGreatSweeta can of soupand Suddenly you are off the listhe broke up with her not killed her.like richard marx in that video about hazard countyor whatever. he was like the dutch kid. yo i was with herbut i've never seen this lady in my life

Armory of Pigeon Castings

2005-07-23T14:40:00.000-04:00

I swear I remember the episode of gijoe where either the joes or cobra commander had a weapon that was run with bird shit. I even remember seeing all these birds on the show shitting all over and that guy named "shipwreck" was making all these dumb jokes about the birds.Is al qaeda the cobra regime? Is moussaoi the new serpentor? And whose playing snake eyes?

Tennis everyone

2005-07-23T14:34:00.000-04:00

Tennis is nice. Or maybe.Its too many 5 sentence plot diagrams From too many 5 minute pronopromos...But the back and forth grunting,The gangbanging soccer mom waiting listAn exhausting backhand overhandAgainst a velvety jersey miniskirtThat backdrops to a blue skyWith the fluffiest pink clouds,The only game people wait to play in the park.

me and baby bro

2005-07-20T04:28:00.000-04:00

jjOriginally uploaded by viskus. lets take it back.. way back.

munnycar

2005-07-18T00:50:00.000-04:00

munnycarOriginally uploaded by viskus. vs. munnylikinz

Hey my friend

2005-07-16T12:38:00.000-04:00

I've seen you too many timesThe metal in your face giving way to that squarenessOf granite jawbone and heart made of whale bone and blubberTo see your disposition is to know the meaning of compressionCoal turns to diamonds and dreams under less duress...You're in love nowAnd I often wonder how you keep your pretty little heart from explodingonto the streets and people you meetMaybe that's your

Open letter to the broken dream

2005-07-15T14:45:00.000-04:00

I miss you.I say it once I say it a thousand timesReinforces the hastiness of my decision.Makes me note the hastiness...Next time there will be vocal contemplationNext time I will wish it was this timeOur time.Now time.Preparing for the villiany of it all,Its funny how time fliesWhen the spoons resume spinningand you remember what time it isAnd way off I hear a pencil tapping and the sound of

Sleeping

2005-07-14T01:15:00.000-04:00

I hate sleeping.I like being awaky while everybody else is sleep.Like being alive while everybody is overnight dead...But I'll doze eventually. Eventually.

I wonder

2005-07-13T19:04:00.000-04:00

"What is it that you're missing?", asked a friend of mine... "When your object of desire is gone, what is I am missing? Her or the thought of her or how she makes me feel."Everybody in love should ask themselves that. Everybody. Yes even mutherfucker tom crooz and katie homeslice...I reckon they don't care about the answer though...What is the look of...It got somethin to do with ummm...Being a

whosaid

2005-07-11T23:33:00.000-04:00

whosaid Originally uploaded by viskus. sayswho

Hot as a mutha

2005-07-11T18:43:00.000-04:00

Instructions for surviving the heat this summer:PS. This work for gals and guys just as well...Step one. Strip nakedStep two. Secure cold beverage, fan and large bed.Step three. Turn fan on and point at bed.Step four. Spread eagle on bedStep five. Holla.

classic

2005-07-11T03:17:00.000-04:00

diana Originally uploaded by viskus. classic classic. thats all i can say.

diana

2005-07-11T03:16:00.002-04:00

diana Originally uploaded by viskus.

grace under frost

2005-07-11T03:16:00.001-04:00

grace under frost Originally uploaded by viskus.

smug asshole

2005-07-11T03:16:00.000-04:00

smug asshole Originally uploaded by viskus.

grace under fire

2005-07-11T03:15:00.000-04:00

grace under fire Originally uploaded by viskus. i love this stuff...

Harder closing

2005-07-10T23:23:00.000-04:00

I will miss you so much.I know. You too.Take good care of yourself.You too. (Fighting the urge to say he loves ger as to avoid confusing himslef or her)Bye.Bye.

The hardest closing

2005-07-10T22:53:00.000-04:00

So I will talk to you later.Ok.Ok.Bye.Bye.

fontography and bunkerbusting

2005-07-10T00:29:00.000-04:00

Fontographers are nice man. It must be really fun to make all those things and get to name each one all clever-like… So yeah I’m hearing that the whole war thing has taken a new turn, “from the badddy side”, to quote my Rhodes Scholar friend and mentor Pootytang. There’s new terrorists (that didn’t take long at all) that are younger and all up inside London. So yeah. Just thought you should

GRAMMY HQ

2005-07-09T03:46:00.000-04:00

grams HQ

GRAM DIDDY

2005-07-09T03:40:00.000-04:00

grammy taylor all ready

2005-07-09T03:39:00.000-04:00

gramps taylor the don gorgon

from this window have i

2005-07-09T03:16:00.000-04:00

PICT0002 Originally uploaded by viskus. i will never forget this view. it was muchy more than the in-out in-out.

my reflection in your rims is not a good look for me...

2005-07-08T01:40:00.000-04:00

the wheel keeps spinning.the motion continues,the eyes cannot stop looking.they automatically rise up to doorlevel.to see the passenger and driverthe nigger keeps grinning,his folly continues.I keep looking in the ride.waiting for something else to appear.something new to see.some new screen to appear.some new puzzle to solve.did i talk too much?did i mix too much?did i blend too much?did i react

The lingering fragrance

2005-07-05T13:58:00.000-04:00

My thoguhts of you are oftenseperatedInto categoriesParadigms of emotional organized disarraySome drip with honeySome dry the slow drip of funeral parlor myrhhSome drip leak of energy from face heart and unreadable capricious personaBut they come and linger...Sight of 8 by 8Weed burning innocence.I will just say I miss them you me us.Jireh -

Nymphomania - for those that don't know...

2005-07-05T12:30:00.000-04:00

Nymphomania - inability to leave the second chakra.

Salaciousness

2005-07-05T08:26:00.000-04:00

Very hungry loversJireh - sent from Sidekick

stop touching me dun

2005-07-05T02:42:00.000-04:00

the pressure of the empty spacesurrounding your palms hand fingertips and earthenware genitalsthat we watch eb and flownothing touchingonly fieldsand bits of information...the scientist awakens again and notices there is a placea place for all those thingsinside the confines of his new quantum sex toyday and night.with said new device of godlike pleasuretirelessly he fucks himself.tirelessly the

the beginning of the end of the ending to my beginning

2005-07-05T02:37:00.000-04:00

being clever these days is so easy. they say it is anyway.the premature slam of an enter key and you go from prose to poetry.i hope i didnt just clever my way out of the best girl ever.i said i just couldnt do it anymore.was it true?had i searched my heart enough to really know?it's how i felt and how i acted. i was crazy about the 2.5 dumplings and all that entailed.but i couldnt get my arms