Tuesday, September 29, 2009

guts

chicken breast cooked in prosciutto

duck fat potatoes

steak in bacon fat

garlic butter mash

stuffed tempura mushrooms

glazed suckling pig

kentucky fried dugong

Thursday, September 24, 2009

the father is important because he is a vehicle for my doubt

i worry that my blood will kill me
when i drink too much it gets thick
and it makes my feet swell a bit
my toes lose their feeling when i ride
it's my blood
and it may clot and i'll die
but
it's my blood
then i take other stuff
and it makes my guts sore
it takes my mood south
it's my fathers blood
but i dont feel like im much like him anymore
almost never now
even though it's his blood that i carry
it's my blood
even if it doesn't work well
it's my blood
regardless
it's my blood

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

unknown unknown

i slit myself cock to ear

i slit myself cock to ear

i slit myself cock to ear

i slit myself cock to ear

i slit myself cock to ear

i slit myself cock to ear

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Enjoy

I shall do justice to the following

the cockaroach.
shit.
spiders.
flies.
urine.
undies.
pooh.
stinky palm.

as a physician you of all people should appreciate the dangers of re-opening old wounds

eating.
thinking about how much cockaroach is in these noodles?
how much urine is on my hands as i lick my fingers?
how much faeces is left on my hand from before?
have i eaten desicated spider unintentionally?
i don't care for spiders.
flies.
i've eaten flies before.
while i'm riding my bike generally.
they just fly in there.
it is gross.
not much you can do though.
scratch your bum.
now your hand smells.
scratch it again.
scratch too hard.
flies in my mouth.
buzzing spitting.
blood in my undies.
skid marks from scratching.
stinky palm.
it is a bit better but
it still itches.

Thoughts on painting and art

Justice has been done to so much.

Justice has been done to the human figure
Justice has been done to gestural abstraction
Justice has been done to queerness
Justice has been done to the fried egg
Justice has been done to hard edge
Justice has been done to order
Justice has been done to straightness
Justice has been done to purity
Justice has been done its opposite
Justice has been done to the sweet potato
Justice has been done to the mountains
Justice has been done to beautiful girls
Justice has been done to warfare
Justice has been done to men
Justice has been done to pop
Justice has been done to chaos
Justice has been done to Australiana
Justice has been done to the human condition
Justice has been done to white goods
Justice has been done to the milkshake
Justice has been done to extremeness
Justice has been done to feminism
Justice has been done to porno
Justice has been done to language
Justice has been done to politics

A quote on the primacy of experience

to know and not to do is not to know

Friday, September 11, 2009

Fully rad to the power of sick!!!!!!!!!!!

unknown unknown

all me existential rage
is for nought
as i am sated
with simply
a pear danish and
a strong cup of coffee

Saturday, September 5, 2009

unknown unknown

Dead innocence.

The earth is scorched.
Disaster is the
empty corpses that litter the streets
and the silent structures of the city.
The desert presses in.
Dust is the dominant state of things.
It is a wasteland seen in a million movies.
Traversed in video games.
Written in a million novels and poems.
The world.is lost.
Worse.
We saw it coming.
It is a loss coloured with the torture of memory.
The loss of what it was.
The potential of what it could have been.

Our only constant now is the desert,
both within and without.

unknown uknown

Nuclear weapons are not mediocre.
I want to be a nuclear weapon.
Small and not very special to look at,
full of catastrophic potential.

I want that power.
The power to simplify this world.
A world which is now completely beyond my understanding.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

unknown unknown

i have no idea what i am doing

but it seems to be turning out ok

i need a drink