January 2007

If you cry at my funeral, you’re a goddam liar

by zero/of/the/day January 29, 2007

Mommy, I’ve got to tell you the most amazing thing I found out today. Oh, later again? Ok, mommy, I’ll tell you after your stories are over. AKJJDKJHHJKSHKSGJHBDJHBNOJHDKJJDSJKDLKJHKDHKJ (that’s the written sound of the Fast-forward-through-your-life machine) Hey Frank, check out this thing I found today. Yeah, no worries, I’ll just show you tomorrow at school. [...]

Apples will roll.

by besatree January 23, 2007

Carry your unhinged appendage and forfeit another day to a life of shortcomings. I trample my own values with the contradictions that force my head to the ground. A little less, a little more, untapped frustrations and emotions can always be re-defined once my scenery changes. In retrospective, I am the one lost, not the [...]

Mini-Maglight

by rottenrocks January 21, 2007

dont need your spliffs just need to rock off these riffs the music spinning slightly through the middle of heads. in both ears spoken screamed whispered, through the mouth. air in the nostrils blown right back with less oxygen than there was to begin. but there is either more or less gained with each experience.

Dispatch from the Red Zone

by HighCrab January 20, 2007

As power has only now been restored to my part of the city I thought I should take the opportunity to update the outside world as to the conditions under which we have been suffering. I can only ask for your consideration in advance if I trail off mid-sentence, as the Authorities have shut down [...]

It’s been a long time since I copped a flow

by zero/of/the/day January 18, 2007

“Are we enemies of the State or idealist bourgeosie(?)?” This has been on my mind so much lately. I do nothing. Nothing but talk, anyway. I wish I could look at myself and amount to something other than redundancy….. Repetition…. Convoluted pessimism in a hard candy shell. I’ve recently figured out the sum of my [...]

Disclaimer

by JackDeadmen January 14, 2007

This is why I keep my mouth shut Words can’t ever seem to keep up My brain’s too fast For mouth and fingers The silly Mad Man Bit still lingers

It’s “Just”

by JackDeadmen January 14, 2007

If I slice your face / Will you scream / Somebody help me / It’s much worse than it must seem If I cut your brains out / Could you still dream / Would nightmares overtake / Your bitching worthless schemes You thoughtless / You heartless / You wicked thoughtless cockbitch / If I could [...]

Dueling Conventions in The Shortest of Centuries

by HighCrab January 14, 2007

A couple people forwarded me the following simply HILARIOUS and AMAZINGLY IMAGINATIVE mock agenda for a Democratic political convention. I thought I’d add to it with an invented agenda for a GOP convention. I know, I know, mine lacks in creativity, being based on real events. Sucks to be part of what the Bush White House calls [...]

places where people beat balls with bats

by rottenrocks January 11, 2007

by LeftHook January 11, 2007

No one ever told me . . . . Someday . . . You will know someone close to you that dies You will think about killing yourself You will love someone that does not love you back (or love themselves) You will hate someone to your very core You will do something you [...]

Security Blanket

by LeftHook January 10, 2007

Breathing and pausing . . . stop. Should I say it? Would you feel the same way? What if . . . you did? Say it, don’t doubt yourself. Life’s too short, don’t be a pussy. Fricking do it. I can’t breath. What if you don’t? Can I recover from hypothermic shock? Adrenaline buzzes through my [...]

loveit.and.hateit.

by besatree January 9, 2007

Air pocket hallucinations have got me searching for the invisible in a constantly changing environment. Is it me or my surroundings that have become confused? A mild decent into imagination renders me perplexed and asphyxiated. Comparisons are made and conclusions are drawn, unfortunately, its usually with pencils… on napkins. Disconnect, literally. First from reality, then [...]

acceptance

by nonstop January 8, 2007

We used to skip. Now we wade through sticky seas of servant types. All around us an electric fence of a feeling training us not to. I want to. Sadly, secretly, anger filled. No more fighting. No more disarray. I’m through hiding. I’m walking away. Just a step to one side and we could be [...]

ants

by MortRainey January 7, 2007

Everyday I walk down Mulberry Street. I walk down the sidewalk to avoid trouble with the people in their cars. I always pick up my feet because the trees all use their roots as weapons of rebellion against concrete, bursting up through the glued together rocks and sand. Everyday I walk down Mulberry Street. I [...]

Severence Day

by besatree January 7, 2007

I have been getting to know a small lizard that lives in the cracks of my front porch. About two weeks ago Smallizard (as I call him) began turning up everytime I came home. No matter what time it was, Smallizard would pop out and at least run around spastically in that fantastic stop/go style [...]

facepusher

by besatree January 6, 2007

first…. agony. instantaneous. my eyes open. nothing. blank. desperate attempts to filter out light. my molars erupt like the shattering of a bottle. half spit, half swallowed. panic…. heart palputations become uncontrollable. continue to choke on my molars. searching. using fingertips feeling for water. lungs collapse. concrete weighs down my chest cavity slowly but surely. [...]

nonstop

by nonstop January 5, 2007

I wear my heart in my pocket. It’s the only place i’ve memorized. Tell me to look deeper and i’ll be hard pressed to claw at the lowest seam. This gentle temptress that has found the back of my soft spot is over-zealous at the thought of me feeling her. Sorry. You. You are all [...]

What Would Jack Kerouac Do?

by BillyPilgrim January 3, 2007

Tonight I laid in the darkness, on a bed barely held together by loose two by fours, listening to the fan whirl above. Rotating my ankles, the crack, pop, and the snap, all in perfect percussion with the bam, slap, and the bang, of the arrangement confessing from my 3 inch diameter speakers. I stared [...]

ode to sudafed

by Ce January 2, 2007

foggy thoughts recirculate, puncture the foil so these little blue babies can come home clear my head for a moment, the snot in my nose negotiates with the muck in my lungs catch and release three days on drugs, no nicotine-no booze..only phenylephrine and other hard to spell chemicals the box says PM!!!!! so why [...]