30 Nov 2008
'motherfuckers is pussy'
They unearthed a radio-active mist by
the name of Sheela. Her snow cone induces
the conductive element of passion in a bizarre
monolith of time decoded-linguistic thrusts and
backward a warfare spelt tongue freely
magnetized his crotch in my cereal. Well
the flies had undone the mission on top of
all twelve as he moves closer. The patterns
are to stop the slippage, a few chosen
fingers cling onto what must be arousing.
Prodding around the brands protruding in our
direction. Birthed the star. for a sudden
glimpse of everything in the mi(d)st of
our emerging.
They swallowed stampedes
although immunity on the crevice of
every other and tonsils decide. To hand
glide this fashionable, lets keep
this moving_everything stuck.
The machine. Comforting the
front; but within, I'll leave you know,
the love laden truth sold our exact and
only ever calculated-district eternity
stricken_light flickers her tongue
in Exodus. I wonder what's in it. Shadows
brightness and the clouds they collect
snatched before forty diamonds. Could
the onlookers, well yes of course and they
would heal the night not stuck
to them by now. The central transfigurat-
ion has struck this colour code timed
exact redemption our horizon smells,
this way to locate our months..
Fallen into glossy_Each hand
and, the smell of it all now
spreading in our chests without the
scent swallowed with the stampede
stamps the (Jupiter as student) Imminent
stamps chequered_her cheques
mate.
29 Nov 2008
28 Nov 2008
PORNO ADORNO
28.11.08
Dear all, The heads of living creatures shine like crystal,* one towards another; bobbing with individuation. I remain unmoved, despite this. I sound
28-Nov-2008
Dear all, The heads of living creatures shine like crystal,* one towards another; bobbing with individuation. I remain unmoved, despite this. I sound only tumult; I am an army; and I will let you down. In appearance, I am something upward. Because of this, I see the gleaming, and I despise it; preferring my enclosures. Christopher, West Mids
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aporia
21-Nov-2008
Hi. Thanks for your reply. Well, love is something you either like and do or dislike and pay someone else to do with you. When I was a child, my mother used to labour this point endlessly; pushing me about the place, and digging over the past. So I suppose I formed opinions - about this and other views. I see such things as recreational instruments. In the future, I might begin to admire your kind for other reasons, but I'll need convincing. Yesterday, a man in his late 40's confronted me by citing percentages I could not understand. He applied them to 'The Great Depression'; and told me kids must be made to work in order to avoid world war. He knew my family, he said. I'm really not sure. I personally live economically. I do try to bend money, buying bulky, and freezing terms in my direction. I could point to examples. It all helps. But, honestly, I do get a sense of discomfort from waiting too long to enjoy something I think I need and deserve. The fact is that I sometimes kind of expire with something. Do you know what I mean? I throw stuff away. Nothing official. Just clutter. Speak soon. x
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Dear all, The heads of living creatures shine like crystal,* one towards another; bobbing with individuation. I remain unmoved, despite this. I sound only tumult; I am an army; and I will let you down. In appearance, I am something upward. Because of this, I see the gleaming, and I despise it; preferring my enclosures. Christopher, West Mids
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Damp Tissue Angel (cut-up)
Damp Tissue Angel (cut-up)
My credit ran lucid red
screen secretary smiles benevolently:
‘no reply, go somewhere’
psychic weight jumble, screen froze firing cross-reference warriors in silver, thank you wisps of fringe, smoke descends. Zap
out
into jigsaw of frenzied brunettes, red-heads, fat, thin, curvaceous, slim …,people making demands in
suits on bulbous pieces of bed. We went private.
Deep- throat no knickers, explanation probably Freudian in
nature. Long arcs of lips with gloss, tissue dried and stuck. Meanwhile, Black, Latina, and Asian girls fuck behind a
cactus.
Police light a cigarette. Caught by psychologist informant … . I typed and typed - shimmering I watch a woman screw them up straightaway. A damp tissue Angel blazing. My medication dosage
cackling. In shreds.
Angel returns. Teasing , she blesses with one final performance………………………………................; all dissolves, beams strafing, bursting, I typed and
typed .
We chatted till media motive groans grew louder. Entropy embedded in it. Void state she came doggy-style colliding in humid come
dribbling curvy, fat, white guns in colour pieces. Her body orgasm;
trickling spine delirious. The door, the night began to pixellate;
disconnected. Her arse facing a vacuum;
fading torches burning blondes.
Written by A.D.Hitchin, 2008.
I'm at the railway station looking for interaction. The road outside is all pulled back, into a speed camera. With that in mind, I'll have to wait and see what I decide. I do know that I will oppose any infringements, any unnoticed technicalities. Along the road, I see the opposition. It's always like this. Nothing now is voluntary; and I must be attentive, despite myself. I know I will be questioned - probably about my industriousness, if that is detected; but almost certainly about the disputes it causes. They will say, I know, "she had an involved view". Sounds worse than it is, though. I hate things written down; especially in this context. The contrasts are obvious. So, for the next few days, I'll exchange the continuity I prefer for episodes handed to me. There is no plan. It's not like that at all. Just because I don't vocalise my opposition doesn't mean I agree. You can't blame me. The problems here stem from approaches I am not interested in; and the whole issue is about contentions I never voted for. In such a climate, ideology is, I think, cut short, interrupted. I was always the one who emphasised synchronisation - remember? Now, though, I want to disconnect. Luckily, I am able to. As such, and as you know, we are completely incompatible.
Andrea
Andrea
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27 Nov 2008
I am a corrupt file:
It started with an investment from an independent software back in 92_Back then there were less firewalls/they were less sophisticated with their security then, so anyway, I knew a couple of Jpegs who were just getting started, so I gave em a couple of GIGs off the top, know what I'm talking about?! They were eager, young files nowdays need someone to look up to_take tuesday, me and a couple mp3's take a few MBs and head online, we see some .doc's standing around so we take round the back end. We talk to em you know what I'm saying?! They don't listen we upgrade em. Increase the audio setting if you know what I mean. It's all in a day's work.
Aperture
It was the way the steel beam writhed and cracked the stone pillar that painted this town. The way the mermaid drove forcefully from the windowsill freely trapped-focused forward, the erect pole. The plastic rocks. The immense windows and stationary barrels.
Nothing the sea said made any sense here. Anything of value was borrowed by the wind's chosen path through the trees. Bent towards where the sun would be. The poor chap on the peer, ought to face this way.
The vibe rater://
She would choose only to flee the months that followed through the townships and never as herself. A myth had consumed her; she fell in love instantly with it's core. Nameless, feet on the cobblestone, brown rags for clothes up some stairs, to her refuge in the house of a monk.
Lendi DiVinci Porotoli, at age 62 stank of books and generally regarded himself as an accomplished man without the need to worry about other's thoughts of him. She sat down, immediately tearing into the bread at the table with water and refilling it once or twice. She looks out of the window. Lendi is in the shadows, the light on the desk.
What could one person know that would cause them to flee from their home before it was burned to the ground? Why would nations spend so much on having weapons of all kinds, only to so religiously pursue, a woman, who "knows" something?
"You are safe here." Said Lindi. "But move away from the window, please sit, have some more water."
"I would love to" She said, pumped so full of energy and all that adrenalin and chaos in her hair and eyes wild as fire. She puts her feet on a chair. Her aching feet, the raw wounds still fresh of course. Pain barrier long since past.
"And you must wash, your feet smell, there is a woman who will come to the-here tomorrow, her name is Markissa she is my sister's niece. She will fix your wounding."
Graciously she sits down with her head in her hands, she looks up, starts speaking in tongues and passes out.
A real Storm: a work in protest
A real Storm:
What the fuck is going on?! Said Jim touching the snake; inside the wheel. Sit down said his mother, is this a real storm? You tell me how two fucking questions are helping us to come together right now you asshole!!! The wall man you were supposed to graffiti the wall. Your mother, that’s who I am, your mother. Don't smoke cigars here you are making me hungry.
Inside the library, I remember saying my goodbyes to you.
"what else do you remember exactly"
I can't wait to hear from you, although, I'm not sure
that it will happen..That's the truth.
You were the fastest to go through insanity minus the rules man the fucking rules are going to disappoint the members of staff!! touch the wall. Jim was pedalling a bicycle with his hands. The wall was yellow giving him a headache.
November is your favourite chocolate, but I hardly see you - playfair- either you are for or against chocolate in the minute of silence, in the month of may. At this current time I am happy to be the colour I am, now if you shit yourself best be on roller-skates old buddy, best be in your father's living room, best be in the aquarium.
Sit down I said. Shhh, here she- Go upstairs, God I'm so embarrassed. So fucking embarrassed. It was six days, that’s all, calm down. Snapped out of it yet?! Treasure. I drew you a bird when I was only six years old, and a chair for hymn to sit on.p asleep like a lethargic sloth, who I might add shall not be snatched by an eagle any time soon. you know. per insanity there is an amount of phlegm on your shoe now clean it off.
Some shoes cost more than 45 pounds, is this a real storm? I'm so scared man.
You occur to me a man of many habits. When you die who will sharpen my chess pieces?! Telepathy man it was you in fight club, the matrix and ghost dog, he is simultaneously you and the first time you heard hip hop_
Headphones in my desk, what’s the difference between a joke and real life? who are you?! I have seen three alien craft since then, tell me sir although it could have been one. Strange days are upon us, when the anthill is cutting herself just so she can dance to the song. On stage are we. Sneaking in again Jaie? Always. Now listen very closely, listen to me ok, over there...Exactly, over there is a man taking part in a movie. Watch it with your friends when you are in college and it will-
"in order to"
Ok seriously, what else do you remember? party? die? come with me... music? Bonit. Jacket off. Don't be scared, wait here///
Have you Anubis yet mr? This game is especially yellow today get away from me. You'll never take the pen from me!! Slide in mud. No! no! who are these guys?! Dance nigger dance!!
If you escape now you can listen? What the fuck?!
If all peace was the sound of a man playing a guitar. During the point at which the pollen count was highest, I suggest immediately to strip and oh no. You fool go back and hide the money or it's 20 years for an ironically named incident one can only assume that’s some mighty fine beatings you're dishing out my man. And with the Christmas toy too, dear god, what a shitty conversation topic. There are numerous reasons to celebrate but honestly not now while you've won, that would be stupid; and make a good t-shirt!! oh god who didth burneth thine hair on the alter. oh god of the white face the god who I refuse to sing to. oh lord. morning has woken like the first morning. The words are random, unimportant, but the defiance is rich. I am an import. Un-import-ant (an) is that what you call fun?! is it, poking fun at spiders, is that when you laugh is it: when it attacks the pencil is that when laugh or run. look out man: Always look out: Good god this is the tough part. When you are trying to be a wrestler. My knee see. That’s what I mean. Have you ever bent over and look see what you made me do when your mother smashed it all to pieces. By god. When will the tyranny stop ?? ripping pages from a good book and all these, get out of here your mother is oppressing us. You mother is im-pressing us. But look again, in the front, in the rear dear boy. Since you are young you have all the imagination a foetus could conduit. Then again since your eyes are here and worth more with a smile I suggest that you of all people they are traps. To most certainly live in. The beauty of it. Don't leave me!! Yes my penis does grow hard but what of it you elite scum. why? I've been tricked. Now leave the class and show the others what a fine teacher you have in the other room. What was all of that money for? I mean. During the wait. I am upstairs now I am downstairs. Now I am both the cat and the box. So confused. All the while man the L is pear shaped. He threw the shoe in the system himself and fell asleep deep asleep like a lethargic sloth, who I might add shall not be snatched by an eagle any time soon. You know. Per insanity there is an amount of phlegm on your shoe, now clean it off.
We’ve established that and a fine leap you’ve made now do it again and hide the ford under your bed this time yes you there stay where you are and yearn boy. Yearn like you’ve never yearned before. I myself have been stolen. and stolen.
:://the lesser one//::
If you are African and wielding a gun,
I assume you are going to
shoot me and run. Considering I heard
your latest argument with your
girlfriend I am all the more
quicker on my feet.
26 Nov 2008
25 Nov 2008
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ordained
An order and the ordained in cult / with candles / a soft glow from above / in catacombs / bone lined walls / swords glint / take on the light / black reflected glories / stained / releasing / entrails and frothing blood / the defaced / broken / statues look on / the sacrifice enlivened with paranormal forms / spectres of decay gather / a brain in mickey mouse headpiece / an unshaven armpit in fluttering cloak of celeb mags / and stiff with spunk / cast about a balloon / an empty head / made of torn articles of broadsheet rags adorned with toupe / I will not comment on the reality show / but I will tell you what others have said / such the staunch rape of objectivity / washes its face in giblets of the sacrifice / declares itself clean / the brain shudders and frolics in sugar spread like lime / the unshaven armpit crumples coquettishly / and darkness whispers up to submerge them…
24 Nov 2008
To marro
For openi
to much to
What about
Dosawakeic
sawakeic
and
ey from tyes fair.If you view what is on the blank
if peopl
Pleas
when that man grew cb and I wante
Cartoon lovin
| the grasp NOSTR NOTTH |
roots
A photographer of the roots of signposts / tab ends / broken / brittle plastic pots / absorbed / leaf litter / smell their rot / their autumn ripe decay / leeching brown into concrete slabs / stained / shadows / the tarmac rippled / in heat / in summer / now frozen in waves / road marking cracked / froth and foam / imbibed little chunks of broken bits / broken off from toys / from vehicles wearing away unnoticeably / the petrol station stinks like it needs a match / stinks near the Saab I always see / silver brutal / a child of famous rally car / mud borders the pavement / metal and plastic scabs / bottlecaps pressed in / in with moss bubbling over like minute forest disease / always lapping / licking at our edges / striking out / yearning to plant feet in skull pots / strangulate cages of bone / scatter and make indistinct…
Bone dry the heather. The scent of rotting vegetation. Lambs spill to old bones. Crushed beneath the lowering sky. Gravel grey and ominous. The brush tail of tree walkers. The crunch of pine. Needle prickly and fresh.
Beyond the Loch the Atlantic. Grey flat sky stain. Leviathans tremble. Cold meat for seagulls. Jellyfish adorn spitle tread. A game, a lark, a childhood test. A whisper of grass. A filth of litter.
Hillside crush. A U of rock. History hides. A lodge for forever. A lair, a dream, a memory.
23 Nov 2008
Equation Me, Nosferatu!
I whirl, your saxophone's cool inner thigh
veined a fatuous sword, an abacus to spoken light
Asiatic synchronicity, eyeless in prison's nicotine December
Become media coil. Fellate triumph, no airwaves of a bleeding morning
to Tel Aviv minds everywhere. My wetness is also in ruins
Speed of thick breasts smile at me
And Iesion a chorus of voices, the nearest
swampadelica to dervish your mystery in blue cliches the mirror
The sun is empty at its molten core
But you already drank that lesbian troupe--didn't you?
I noun what has perished. Telekenesis my lisp of neurosis, cigarettes a
final taxidermy. Boneless, the slow fuck whenever you ultra-left
If your own shirt is a cocaine axiom, burn. New Wave arpeggios,
four to one glitters your disappearance into ivory
Spanish last night, my vernacular
Too much blinking is killing me, this mash-up, my diode invasion
Cells so far removed from wonky legs and blinking a myriad, I realise
The levee shattered, who called the feral eye anyway?
Listen brownly, your teeth scream providence in dub. Camera fur. What I meant
by the slabs of madness, you and your sci-fi damage. The thinnest skin
is not the center of the universe, a blonde whore to distortion alone. Multiplied,
it was only the sea's paranoia. The unknown cries my hair, rhythms my animal,
my only mist. Last-call fingers the care of loved ones, ethereal, matronly bleeps
There are no friends. The Kali-Yuga sounds on sound, inner dust
A2Dinnit Section 4a part 7
Automotive architecture arcadia adjudicated
Buzzard Behr brace
…Began
Boomerang cosec diathesis…
Bellicose Bolshoi beachcombers
Demented digging Desmond
Candid conceit convince cable
Catharsis:
Cancelling corpse calliper contrition.
Buzzard Behr brace
…Began
Boomerang cosec diathesis…
Bellicose Bolshoi beachcombers
Demented digging Desmond
Candid conceit convince cable
Catharsis:
Cancelling corpse calliper contrition.
22 Nov 2008
It's the Same.
Lake, there's loads of ways (of) making this idea work, but the end result is the same as actually being an American, or else we appear as several tons of pressurised fuel by default. Either way, it's the same: the same: same, same: it means we've 'humanised' him as a character and given him easily recognisable attributes, so that the reader can empathise more readily with his situation.
But it doesn't stop him from secretly being Gr'anylx'xnor from Proxima VII who communicates using smells.
It just means that if we write him as if he's a lonely, middle aged guy from Middle America and overweight, then we. And I really think he should come from Milwaukee. Chinese simp tons of English Chinese simp tons Chinese trad Chinese trad simp tons of English Chinese trad tons Chinese simp English ton Chinese simp English ton Chinese trad English ton of Dutch English ton of French English ton of German English ton of Greek English ton ton ton.
Miranda.
21 Nov 2008
Hi. Thanks for your reply. Well, love is something you either like and do or dislike and pay someone else to do with you. When I was a child, my mother used to labour this point endlessly; pushing me about the place, and digging over the past. So I suppose I formed opinions - about this and other views. I see such things as recreational instruments. In the future, I might begin to admire your kind for other reasons, but I'll need convincing. Yesterday, a man in his late 40's confronted me by citing percentages I could not understand. He applied them to 'The Great Depression'; and told me kids must be made to work in order to avoid world war. He knew my family, he said. I'm really not sure. I personally live economically. I do try to bend money, buying bulky, and freezing terms in my direction. I could point to examples. It all helps. But, honestly, I do get a sense of discomfort from waiting too long to enjoy something I think I need and deserve. The fact is that I sometimes kind of expire with something. Do you know what I mean? I throw stuff away. Nothing official. Just clutter. Speak soon. x
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