Saturday, February 28, 2009
Avo on toast for dinner and some red
drowning in a river, thinkin' about swimmin'
yeah
yeah
yeah
Thursday, February 26, 2009
An excellent quote
“[W]here there was nature and earth, life and water, I saw a desert landscape that was unending, resembling some sort of crater, so devoid of reason and light and spirit that the mind could not grasp it on any sort of conscious level and if you came close the mind would reel backward, unable to take it in. It was a vision so clear and real and vital to me that in its purity it was almost abstract. This was what I could understand, this was how I lived my life, what I constructed my movement around, how I dealt with the tangible. This was the geography around which my reality revolved: it did not occur to me, ever that people were good or that man was capable of change or that the world could be a better place through one’s taking pleasure in a feeling or a look or a gesture, of receiving another person’s love or kindness. Nothing was affirmative, the term “generosity of spirit” applied to nothing, was a cliché, was some kind of bad joke. Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire-meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. Fear, innocence, sympathy, guilt, waste, failure, grief, were things, emotions, that no one really felt anymore. Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is its only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in…this was civilization as I saw it, colossal and jagged… ”
BSG
There is paint on my arm and I pause what I'm watching.
I think about scraping it off with the Swiss Army knife that is on the desk.
Then I think about the scene in Terminator II where Arnie cuts of the muscles surrounding the structure of his arm.
I think about my arm again, put down the knife and un-pause what I was watching.
It's my favourite T.V show.
Pants on fire
There are people I would have dead.
Ask for poison at a bar.
Underpants on fire.
Be more serious.
Collect old favours.
Find new friends.
Burn a cat.
Give shelter to the homeless.
Collapse a financial institution.
Starve a loved one.
Reject criticism.
Take a lead role in a play.
Spend money you don’t have.
Don’t flush.
Abuse the young.
Beware the investment class.
Look, look at me
Cure venom with venom
Restore something old
Fall in love with that which you cannot have
Steal only from your friends
Remove impurities
Eliminate glamour
Establish correct order
Prioritise your tactical situation
Marginalise your parents
Abuse privilege
Stock your larder
Load your weapon
Identify enemies
Identify non-hostiles
Confirm your target
Embrace impotence
Picard to Farragutt
Fear retribution.
Remain in the que.
Don’t trust.
Smoke is the product of fire.
Cocaine is a hell of a drug.
In time you will be thankful for things and regretful of things.
Get by on charity.
Forget.
One arm is enough.
If the future makes you cry.
Cry.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Maybe fucked
I WANT STRUCTURE AND PEACE
DOWN WITH SEX IN THE CITY
UP WITH SEX AND VIOLENCE IN THE CITY
GIVE ME BOTOX AND GIVE ME SILICON
GIVE ME BREASTS ON MY ARSE AND A
PAIR OF COLLAGEN LIPS AROUND MY
SLIGHTLY SCARRED BUT GREATLY
SURGICALLY ENLARGED PENIS
DESIGN ME BETTER
GIVE ME BEAUTY AND GIVE ME
FREEDOM
GIVE ME AN ARSENAL IN MY POCKET
AND RESERVES OF POWER THAT WILL
NEVER DIMINISH
LET ME LAY ON COOL CONCRETE
BATHE ME IN MILK
Shes ready Jim!
DARE TO FUCK A TABOO
FOLLOW THOSE WHO SCARE YOU
DEFEND YOUR HONOUR
SHOCK THEM WITH MUTINY
MAKE IT MORE THAN A SKULL ON A FLAG
DELIVER A REPORT CAREFULLY BURIED
CLASSIFIED BY MEN WHO LIE
SHARE YOUR TAKE ON THIS CRISIS
AN INVITATION TO A LATE DINNER
A REVELATION OF CONSPIRACY
WEAR A DIAPER
SHIT YOUR PANTS IN A CRISIS
I HEARY DIRTY PRIMATE
relief from guilt comes in pill form
A MAN WITH A GUN KILLED
TRAUMA CAN DISTORT THE MEMORY
TURN THE COMPUTER OFF
TURN OFF THE LAMP
BOTH OF THESE DISTURB YOUR SLEEP ALBEIT PASSIVELY
IT’S ENOUGH TO GET EIGHT HOURS PEACE EVEN IF I DON’T GET ANY SLEEP
I GET SCARED
PUNK SONGS ABOUT NOT KNOWING
I DON’T KNOW I DON’T KNOW I DON’T KNOW
VAMPIRES HAVE IT EASY
FUCK THE DARK
FUCK IT
I WILL HAVE LAKSA THIS WEEK AT LEAST TWICE
I REALY LIKE LAKSA
THE CHILLI GIVES ME A BIT OF A HIGH
A LITTLE HIT
WHAT EVER GETS YOU OFF
YOU JUST CAN’T GO AROUND KILLING PEOPLE
YOU CAN’T HIDE SHOTGUNS WITH ROSES
YOU CAN’T STORE ENOUGH AMMUNITION
YOU CAN’T AFFORD PROTECTION
YOU CAN’T BORROW AGAINST NOTHING
YOU CAN’T GO HOME
YOU CAN’T FIGHT THE FUTURE
THE PIECE NEED NOT BE LOADED
BE HAPPY WITH THE PROPORTIONING OF YOUR HAND
DON’T FRET OVER AN EXCESS OF HAIR
SCARS, GROWTHS AND DISCOLOURATION MAY COME BACK INTO STYLE
one zero, zero one
no to red
yes to sun and warmth
yes to rain filled clouds
yes to storm clouds
yes to stormy weather
yes to clean shaven
yes to beautiful girls in coffee shops
yes to first thing in the morning
yes to great sunglasses
yes to good morning boat ride
1978
and everyone is out of luck
what we need is a good bartender
time at the beach
strong drink
no missles, no guns, no knives,
no victory
i think Bowie is cool
they must drink it for they are so evenly coloured
i need bronzing lotion
i need a boob job too
my teeth capped
i need my hair changed too
more importantly
one must consider
the visual combination of fake tanned skin, fake boobs and a penis
on a male body
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Three sheets...
and i've spoken to those who fall somewhere in between.
there is such potential in all of these connections.
but right now all i can think of are the guys i fought in school.
the first girl i kissed.
the first girl i fucked.
it's probably to do with the movie i'm watching.
maybe.
it's easy to be nostalgic about turmoil.
and i haven't felt it for a bit but i am unsettled.
restless.
i know what i want but i have to have patience.
booze doesn't help.
and shit,
hollywood does not help either.
well, i guess that's everything.
don't worry.
don't worry :)
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
James Bond
i already have one, but i need a back up.
something straight.
its like trying to put out a fire with petroleum.
Corpses
what appears is full of young women, bikers and spiders.
carpets of white powder.
it is all on fire.
a flaming invisible with smoke you can only smell.
no heat.
but still it burns, cooks meat, fat and thought.
there is no malice in this place.
it is not a mystery, it is not a dream.
it is where i am forced undead and leave the cold and my ignorance behind.
it is where i run with corpses who i know love me.
it is for these dead, still with me, that i do all i do.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Not here, not now
all that hormone reeks.
those men stink of of a hundred rotting boys.
all those hearts consumed,
all that power concentrated into a few small raging carcases.
small conquered animals who will never remember
another thing.
Here i touch on necroscopy
i can force death to bend.
death is my bitch.
when i speak i make the charred, the diseased, the broken and the wizzened dance.
they do as i say because they love me,
and because they bend the world for me, i love them too.
Cover
Violence, to put down any resistance.
Violence.
The threat of death is the root of all authority in a world with no afterlife.
I have only this life, this world to treasure.
The threat of it being taking away from me controls my every waking moment.
Bound by a lack of faith and an unending fear of loss i am one with this life.
We all hope for clarity as do we hope for silence and the din of growth.
Nothing is in a straight line, of what we can see there is more.
Hidden thieves lie with a smile that could deliver sight to the blind.
Men peer at men.
Contemplating their lives, examining their own features.
Grooming those they love, watching some fade and others bloom.
In fresh soil, an equal playing field for all.
Not me you idiot! HIM!
u r cokfuckers i fuck ur mom everyday EVERYDAY AND SHE LIKES ME MORE AND MORE EVERY DAY EVERYDAY
i hope yo r proud of ur mom becouse she is only a cheap slut. it costs... hmmm alot NOT only 0 cents for twenty years of fucking, and i dont enjoy it, but she is so sexuall she forces me to do it
WHERE IS MY FUCKING BLEACH ASSHOLES?!?! YOU LAZY FUCKING DOUCHEBAGS
HURRY UP AND RELEASE THE FUCKING
you need to quit
damn pathetic and let him be
and let him be popular and any more your starting
to piss fans off by making pathetic the cool
popular
strong
guy
so damn anoying.
YOU FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT, I CANT PLAY MKV FILES! FUCK YOU GUYS!
S6 halls of bureaucracy
S7 halls of bureaucracy
S8 halls of bureaucracy
S9 halls of bureaucracy
"kitten dick girls"
"You assholes banned me for no reason" does not qualify
Profoundly massive
Sunday, February 15, 2009
some night a little while ago
My lamp is alive and on fire.
I am in space.
It is an expanse beyond my comprehension.
Caught in a loop, without the energy to bust open the universe.
There is something wrong, sir.
Plasma is super heated, super energised gas.
It has strange properties from what I understand.
It can be controlled and manipulated using very strong magnetic fields.
Within plasma, fusion occurs which produces energy.
Currently the energy required to start and control a fusion reaction like this is greater than the energy it produces. Its a real shame.
What the hell is a dechyon?
I know what a tachyon is :)
Decompression works.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I cleaned my room tonight, 11th February 2009
to be stuck in the past.
to be unstuck from raw knuckles and lazy thinking.
fuck freedom.
give me control.
I WANT TO KNOW.
i want to be healed and i want new chains and binding ropes.
tubs of feel good repitiion.
200-197 equals 3
no tricks.
no gifts.
no free rides.
a face of bruises and purple pump divided by bones
something swollen and irregular
create a box like thing and then break it.
and then this and then this and another and another.
Opium and caramel
know know know keep score all is well soft and hard light bribe.
bribe cunt cunt put sticks together eat at home.
remember to pose.
no more talk.
nightmare luxury and now that i'm off my feet i can relax and consider how fake the dark is.
i mean my dark.
it's a bad horror flick.
a spoof.
a truly awful thing.
most mediocre, all mine.
Completely ununique.
Morning
i could feel it right there, on the cusp of some part of me.
nothing came.
from nothing often comes something.
and so this is it.
a something from nothing.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
to you, to me
it hurts likes hell.
i don't want it to get better.
i don't want pretend everything is all right.
Kippy!
I'm on the good mood side.
Sacred places. There are sacred places.
Sacred places hide secrets.
Sanctuary. I require sanctuary.
Sanctuary is not a place.
Red Bag, Brown Jumper
Climb stairs.
Fall from a height that hurts but doesn't break.
Enjoy something stupid.
Evening
evening sky
there is a woman buying a ticket.
loud engines spoil the moment.
there is something about a full moon at dusk and a close proximity to water that i love.
i hate transparent material.
i love opacity.
pink hue to the clouds now.
lots of cranes in the picture now.
folks walking home.
dogs walking too.
old lighthouse.
more cranes.
a cement factory.
LIVE TEMPO LEASING NOW
theisland
it's 6:06pm
CREST 182
No wash
13th of December 2008
no peace.
no upset.
no joy.
no longing.
no absence.
what was, is no more.
the world made him and and he was alive.
now he is dead.
no more can be said of the matter.
Mapping time and objects
the days worth living for
there are days worth living for
the people worth living for
there are people worth living for
there are days and people worth loving
Monday, February 9, 2009
To ask for poison at a bar is not logical
Ask for poison at a bar.
Underpants on fire.
Be more serious.
Collect old favours.
Find new friends.
Burn a cat.
Give shelter to the homeless.
Collapse a financial institution.
Starve a loved one.
Reject criticism.
Take a lead role in a play.
Spend money you don’t have.
Don’t flush.
Abuse the young.
Beware the investment class.
The worst
pervert the land house myself
hurt your heart harden my cock
foul the waters lose my shit
fuck their youth spite my age
thin my blood shut my mouth
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Derivation
set it alight
cast it adrift
and then
watch it
fall off
the