the possibility of an artwork
that never loses its potency
is like the possibility of an erection
that never goes down
the potency of the art echoes through eternity
the rigidity of the erection never wavers
maybe what i need is an artwork
that goes hard
that goes soft
that succeeds
that fails
over and over
over and over
and over
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
drifting in space for a thousand years
it is quite sensible that no one is wonderful
it is quite sensible that no one is wonderful
it is quite sensible that no one is wonderful
it is quite sensible that no one is wonderful
it is quite sensible that no one is wonderful
it is quite sensible that no one is wonderful
it is quite sensible that no one is wonderful
it is quite sensible that no one is wonderful
it is quite sensible that no one is wonderful
it is quite sensible that no one is wonderful
it is quite sensible that no one is wonderful
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Flummoxed
wish i was robot
wish i was raygun
wish i was CCTV
wish i was battle axe
wish i was guillotine
wish i was carving knife
wish i was old statue
wish i was damp soil
wish i was cold air
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Magic
im nude
bald
a shaved monkey
rolling around on green lush grass
picking at the mites on my skin and eating them
im nude
drunk on beer
im nude
in a hospital
faking illness
im a nude lying monkey
who just wants to go home
im a nude hairless ape
who just wants to
sit in a tree and hurl his
pooh at people
and laugh
bald
a shaved monkey
rolling around on green lush grass
picking at the mites on my skin and eating them
im nude
drunk on beer
im nude
in a hospital
faking illness
im a nude lying monkey
who just wants to go home
im a nude hairless ape
who just wants to
sit in a tree and hurl his
pooh at people
and laugh
Friday, August 7, 2009
end
if all my dreams became concrete
if all I wanted and wished for became manifest
if my yearning was sated
bloat sickness decay
would visit me
and a quick death would ensue
bloat sickness decay
would visit me
and a quick death would ensue
Gibbon
A screwdriver through each of my shoulders.
The left one cracked, a focus for my general malfunction.
Malo-function. It's a wine joke.
Chardonnay.
Drink more chardonnay.
Summer is on its way.
Malfunction, mystery, summer.
Motherfucker.
The more i type the more it cramps and spasms.
I can feel it in my elbow and wrist and middle finger.
Up my neck.
I wish i was Devin Townsend.
He is cool and bald and full of metal.
I'm full of metal too.
Constipated metal man.
Scream and do the monkey.
Gibbon.
The left one cracked, a focus for my general malfunction.
Malo-function. It's a wine joke.
Chardonnay.
Drink more chardonnay.
Summer is on its way.
Malfunction, mystery, summer.
Motherfucker.
The more i type the more it cramps and spasms.
I can feel it in my elbow and wrist and middle finger.
Up my neck.
I wish i was Devin Townsend.
He is cool and bald and full of metal.
I'm full of metal too.
Constipated metal man.
Scream and do the monkey.
Gibbon.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
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