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Sunday, Feb. 01, 2004 - 1:32 a.m.

just-fine

standing still
waiting
then - falling
in a split moment
a second transfixed
twisted and bound
tipped forward -
over the sterile edge of a knife
through sanity
rationality
through invisible arms
and veiled hope

*

first my head
second my heart
then the shallow surface
ruptured skin dashed with bruises and knicks

strands of black pulled from their roots
eyes shut down to shadow
screams calling through the grey
a poisoned pose

the strike
blow. &
slow advance
of giving in
*

winter
flooding seeping swimming
up aching veins
filling gaps with i c e
unsteady floorboards

struggling to hold heavy weight
throw needles against the wood
watch them shatter
a sharp edge into the air
/gasp/
breath pulled in so tight
a corset tightening
suffocating
stemming my voice
whispers turned to white
nails dented over a clogged throat
the last mouthful of life
swallowed down with regret.
*
a fingertip caught on the spindle
a drip
seeping
flooding
crimson dashes across the floor.
but no broken glass.
just
fucking.
silence.

cultured - cure

hhhokay. - Monday, May. 03, 2004 - 7:50 a.m.

back to the meaningless... - Friday, Apr. 30, 2004 - 10:28 a.m.

YAAAY! - Tuesday, Apr. 27, 2004 - 9:11 p.m.

NOH! - Monday, Apr. 26, 2004 - 11:03 p.m.

hallucinogenic - Sunday, Apr. 25, 2004 - 12:56 a.m.

On The Menu
Have you ever seen a child, on his way to school, have a car drive past and splash him, and then he just stands there and thinks if he should just go to school or go home and change and be late... And then I drove past and splashed him again!

Instead of studying for finals, what about just going to the Bahamas and catching some rays? Maybe you'll flunk, but you might have flunked anyway; that's my point.

If you ever crawl inside an old hollow log and go to sleep, and while you're in there some guys come and seal up both ends and then put it on a truck and take it to another city, boy, I don't know what to tell you.

A good way to threaten somebody is to light a stick of dynamite. Then you call up the guy and hold the burning fuse to the phone. "Hear that?" you say. "That's dynamite, baby."

Next Thanksgiving, here is a fun trick to play: When the mashed potatoes and turkey are being served, take some of both. But hide your turkey under your mashed potatoes. When your family asks "Don't you want some turkey?," pull the turkey out from under the mashed potatoes and yell "I tricked you!!"

The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. I remember we'd all pile into the car - I forget what kind it was - and drive and drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger, older guy we called "Dad." We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home. I guess some things never leave you.

Probably the worst thing about having King Kong go rampid in your town would be the huge, monster genitalia.

As the evening sky faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he was, and how I named him Flint.

I can still recall old Mister Barnslow getting out every morning and nailing a fresh load of tadpoles to the old board of his. Then he'd spin it round and round, like a wheel of fortune, and no matter where it stopped he'd yell out, "Tadpoles! Tadpoles is a winner!" We all thought he was crazy. But then we had some growing up to do.

If when you die you get a choice between pie heaven and regular heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick but if not mmmboy