February 2007

P. S. – I want my legs back, too.

by zero/of/the/day February 28, 2007

What was I just gonna do? Cry? No, that was ten minutes ago. And from now. Better set aside some time later, as well. Was I going to write? No, I’m doing that. Well, I guess some would call it that. I call it vomiting the words out. Was I going to smoke? Oh, I [...]

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Sticker Shock // Choppier Reading Than Before

by besatree February 27, 2007

Echoes. Created by the hard inner shell of 3hreeHundred&7even. Follow suit or swallow truth. New balances modules forced by none other than ___ ___. The skillful washing of brains takes effort. Palms and caps. Elbow grease. Eyes to the screen, distract silently. Following the images that follow our shadows (endless struggle). Double meaning, not connected [...]

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Lick the Dictator tot. ([could also possibly be known as, but not likely]I love potatoes.)

by besatree February 23, 2007

Check my pulse bitch. Everything is still ticking without energizer or duracell. Left UN-Capitalized for a reason. Write words because somewhere in some fleeting moment that I had, they meant something. The farmers daughter has overgrown weeds for arms. Lymph nodes are traitors. I love inhumanity……..in a human tee (shirt) I walk the streets, puzzled, [...]

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MonsterCon

by besatree February 23, 2007

Waste. Trashcans cry to consume…and we feed. Tombstone recliners moan…we let our spines be seduced Microwaves…cancer. I have not given up one for the other, this time. Television transcends entertainment…poison. Floorblood for rugs. False sense of security from a faux reality. Idiosyncrasies or nuisance? Individuality or flaw? Imperfections. It’s all been dead before.

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Heart attack wonderer

by zero/of/the/day February 23, 2007

My thoughts will be the death of me. I sit with them, day in and day out, constantly bickering. I tell them, “This can’t go on”. And they laugh. “It’s cute, how he thinks he has a say in this.” We sit like this for hours, days, weeks, generations on end. A word riot. Thoughtapalooza [...]

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Program the channel changers

by zero/of/the/day February 22, 2007

Fuck a calmdown syllable exchange goods and services for a time to be determined at a later date. Trucks and cars and cops and guns and stunned expressions of a shunned impression of a bad comedian. Tired of being able to come to the conclusion that I am disabled.

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WhatHappensNext?

by besatree February 21, 2007

Folded over for H2O. Blithe. Approached the counter. Apathy would have been nice. Dont remember asking for the disdain. Unecesssssssssary like multiple Esssssse’s. Time to make moves. Neck twist. Confirm solitude. Reach into pocket. Pull…….

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Diary of a mad black woman’s pale insecure neighbor

by zero/of/the/day February 13, 2007

I want to see the end and know that everything worked out. I want blue sky mornings and stormy afternoons. I want to feel the aftershock for a century. I want to own and be owned. I want to believe that gumbo is made of shrimp and magic. I want everyone to die and be [...]

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Ramshackle bunkbed door fixer-upper

by zero/of/the/day February 9, 2007

I cut my nose to spite my face I cut my wrists to tempt my fate I laugh at convention at my own expense And live each hour under mountains of regret Every hour brings a new teary reality Making ever-so-clear, the childish falsity In photographs, some find perfection While others find reasons to chase [...]

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