August 2007

gettin fucked up on water

by rottenrocks August 30, 2007

i walked round. crying, wanting to scream. realizing i could have a sister who is alive. to serve and protect. very alone in such a cold city and not knowing what to do. everyday, making me want to become more and more straight edge. ‘no i dont want trees, “thank you” though’ i hand out [...]

Woulda; Coulda; Shoulda

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

I really need to __________ __________ __________ __________ __________ __________ __________ __________ __________ __________ __________ __________ __________ __________ (gunshot)

Nite’s Sky

by BillyPilgrim August 28, 2007

As I rise up From the beaten Old mattress Laid across the Thinly carpeted floor, I rear my head out Of the window Trying to catch A glimpse of the stars. From three stories up I hear a sad song vibrating throughout the foggy night air, Rising up from the homeless lips, I hear it [...]

gave up while in progress

by besatree August 28, 2007

Destroyed on the triple digit. Not the first though, perhaps closer to the fifth or sixth. Why have a middle man if he cant perform his duties? I don’t know either. Out my lips slip the words quick. Like a snake in the grass. So smooth, so very smooth. An Achilles’ Heel is not necessary, [...]

To-do lists

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

I’m not writing about love. I’m not writing about the meaning of life. I’m not writing about the subtle nuances of your shape and physique. I’m not writing about the mundane details that make up my life. I’m not providing a cutting commentary on pressing social issues. I’m not waxing political. I’m not putting the [...]

Ancient Blue

by BillyPilgrim August 27, 2007

I turn to her and say “All I need is a little bit of sunlight To come my way” She replies within Reasonable limits of Her infinite kindness “But the clouds are so Dark, surely its ‘gonna Rain” And I feel my heart Quiver, Tremble, And Palpitate And I hear her breathe from Four-Hundred miles [...]

III

by besatree August 27, 2007

In hindsight, I realize that I had no idea what I was stepping into…. This shit is deep, and thick.

cry for help

by nonstop August 23, 2007

in the long run, all the messes will seem tame and humorous to the people far enough down the line. it’s a long line. some say infinite. an endless slice in either direction. so what’s life mean? why are so many searchers searching the day for a sign of mysterious familiarity? most wanna leave a [...]

Excuses by Charles Bukowski

by BillyPilgrim August 23, 2007

once again I hear of somebody who is going to settle down and do their work, painting of writing or whatever, as soon as they get a better light installed, or as soon as they move to a new city, or as soon as they come back from the trip they have been planning, or [...]

I hate my clothes!!!!!????

by rottenrocks August 22, 2007

Oh, what to wear today? Oh, what to wear? Do I wish to make friends? Or do weird stares sound more intriguing? Maybe if I wear something from the mall they will except me to there clubs or social circles. Maybe if we all looked the same we would all treat each other the same? [...]

Attn: Serious Seeker Sends Script

by BillyPilgrim August 22, 2007

I stumble outside the Uptown on Folsom st. The wind blows cold along my wounds. The fire eyes all dangle from the sidewalks As the stumbling situation designs a grandiose tomb. Look at those fingernails. Dig the dirt beneath his bones. Ponder the sacks of darkness draped beneath his eyes. Revel in the revelations sent [...]

I wish I knew a mechanic

by zero/of/the/day August 19, 2007

It’s psychological warfare that we parctice under the guise of love ironically, one of the things that made us love each other the most putting one another’s backs to the wall both figuratively and literally believing it was magic waking up to the reality that magic ceases to apply to the not-quite-young set enough to [...]

backlash

by nonstop August 14, 2007

you. you go out of your way. not a valid thought outside the four by six inch space above the flesh you slave to save. special feelings, told slant, in hopes of breaking the hold you put on your worth. what’s stopping you from getting better? here’s a guess. i bet the critics you fight against are [...]

thanks

by rottenrocks August 13, 2007

im not at a point to write something poetic or anything, im all fucked up right now(emotionally and mentally, not physically). but i just wanted to say thanks to jon, jesse, kevin, casey, baunson for all your great advice, and just being there when i really needed you, especially since i am so much younger [...]

Remorse Code Red

by besatree August 13, 2007

Left to write about frosted glass memories. It would seem that the casino had no remorse for gobbling us up. RottenRocks, my lively-hood was restored… Thank You. Nature combined with progress. Math combined with minutes. Old school hang out party. One to commemorate the missed. Be safe on your travels… the both of you. Nothing [...]

just let your soul glow

by JackSighcon August 11, 2007

And the winner of the soul beauty pageant is… Little Miss “My wish would be peace on earth, he he…” The guy you really have to worry about is the one telling you how righteous they are, Assholes are in a constant pursuit of convincing you their really great. Nothing is duller to witness than [...]

by nonstop August 10, 2007

i am not visiting. i live here. citizen of the world. often in touch. some times selfish. definitly a monster. such a sweet little house. the perfect view for a blind mouse to suppose is breath taking. no need for walk ways or welcome mats or peep holes. no one is coming. yet the phone [...]

’nuff said

by nonstop August 5, 2007

many think eternity happens in the blink of an eye. most feel that a blink of the eye is too short to matter.

DMF

by besatree August 4, 2007

In the distance (but to close for comfort) you can hear the humming. I’ve got my industrial strength duct tape ready for Armageddon. I can hardly wait. Reducing the amount to re-use. Complications become inherently complex. Bells don’t ring, they shatter. Alarms sound while a morbidly amplified drunkard blunders and shouts. I am the bastard, [...]