September 2008

Bank on it.

by besatree September 28, 2008

Tenure. I was taught a lesson today on it. Trying to keep laundered money clean is confusing, because it doesn’t work. Seems much to easy to get caught up in being left behind. Just defeating the purpose. Dirty dirty money can be oh so fun. Splurge.

hail the bulb

by MortRainey September 25, 2008

hail the bulb please do. so bright. so right it shines all night. all night.

Cursed Is the Road Part II

by JackDeadmen September 24, 2008

I have lost my confidence, I am filled with fear, and the child in my soul has wandered off or grown up, I’m not sure which, and I cannot make sense of it. I have lost my freedom. No, worse than that, I think I may have given her away. The American Dream is fully [...]

Are You Prepared?

by besatree September 24, 2008

Although created in 2003, I feel this still has a message I am willing to “get with”.

Testing myself.

by zero/of/the/day September 24, 2008

There sits a glass on a table in the center of the room. You are as thirsty as a 10-year-old on a July afternoon. Everyone you know and love has told you the glass contains water. Why won’t you drink it?

RADIO HEAD

by Netters September 23, 2008

This is a quick sketch that I came up with a bit back. There is no real story behind this piece, however many stories arise from my art. I’d be interested if there are any canaries out there that are up for a fun, exploratory exercise of placing a story to this image. I’d be interested in [...]

turnitdownturninturnoff i

by MortRainey September 19, 2008

I turn on the television to ease the pain. What a horrible fucking idea. Ch 1: colors. Ch 2: bullshit. Ch 3: newscasters smiling through the words of violence Ch 4: people finally becoming beautiful Ch 5: nostalgia Ch 6: nostalgia How long will I sit here? I turn on the television [...]

Broken

by JackDeadmen September 19, 2008

I feel crushed Deflated Broken Alone I keep waiting on a track that never rumbles or shakes or gives any indication that there’s a train Coming my way Anymore Though I keep thinking I hear something, feel something, see something Just beyond the horizon Maybe tomorrow Had this ticket been imagined, that I thought I had, [...]

dotCom-placent.

by besatree September 18, 2008

Welcome to a ballad to disgusting for burning embers to cleanse. A spare key fit for any lock, swallowed, digested and absorbed. The helpful, helpless. The noticeable, aimless. “The fortunate are famous”. No. One infected by another. Invite the non-believers in for another round. Weather balloons sent so high that the information is no longer [...]

Transgressions

by besatree September 17, 2008

Transformer. Brain symmetry lopsided. Distracted by the left, swindled by the right. Cerebral scramble. Forehead lodged into fingertips. A swollen wrist after an epidemic of starts, stops, entrances and exits. Impulses buzz-sawing into numbness. Contortion. Trampled like eggshells by elephants. Heavy head, swiveling. Dictating and rerouting unpaved walkways. Romanticism, thrown out the window like car [...]

I’ve been called worse

by zero/of/the/day September 17, 2008

They call me Viper Blades. They call me Nicotine Fingers. They call me Head Counselor at Camp Past Regrets. They call me High School Crush. They call me Different Guy. They call me No Remorse. They call me, but not as often as I’d like.

Watcher’s watcher

by zero/of/the/day September 17, 2008

I see you seeing what you’re seeing as you’re seeing it…

I am still here

by rottenrocks September 17, 2008

I did not die in the Mine. I just disobeyed the master and went further in until i got lost. It was dark, the coal weighed my feathers down. I couldnt fly, not even my thoughts got me out of that god forsaken hole in the earth. I thought the fermentation would put me out [...]

Tremors and Tumors

by besatree September 16, 2008

Tremors and tumors. Shakes, bumps and long rides. Ski lift algorithms rotating, escalating and de-escalating. Syllable drooler. A malignant climate canary. No matter the mine, the conditions are worsening. The clouds are clearing. Polymorphous light eruption begins. Like a gravity wave, only visible during time lapse. The shaking will subside. The rubble will prevail. Farming [...]

small town, big you

by zero/of/the/day September 13, 2008

memories flood the compartment faster than a veggie taco burger through my colon(yeah, I finally converted)…I never know how to arrange them, for they will only pop up again in an instant…whether or not to discard them has always been the crux, however long they have been examining the skeletons…I miss you and always will, [...]

Ten Sets of Two

by besatree September 12, 2008

Market disaster. Amniotic discharge. Great quake. Zipper flinch. Lateral movement. Criminal apology. Equator fate. Common traffic. Title denounced. Chamber blast. Ten sets of two words per that I enjoy.

dead sparrows

by MortRainey September 10, 2008

What is a sparrow anyway? What are its defining traits? I couldn’t tell you. But I like it. A lot. I walk down streets scattered with tiny winged corpses. Golden beaks crushed into the grey gravel. Thick red streaming from their black eyes. Blue sky pressing down on their broken ………………………………………………necks. I want them to [...]

Tuggin’ On The Sleeve Of How It Use To Be

by BlueCadet3 September 10, 2008

They tell me it’s called “life” – this series of failed attempts at recreating the good feelings of some blissful times one thinks he remembers. I like to call it “irony”. But KIMYA DAWSON helps make me feel normal. Valid. Words are a peculiar medicine, and the shamans who prescribe and dispense them are more [...]

Yes, yes, yes, brothers.

by JackDeadmen September 10, 2008

I threw a bomb into the alley with no one around, practicing technique. I threw a bomb into my friend’s home, “Wow,” he said, “Really? My fucking Christ that’s impressive, but may I have my arm back, please?” I threw a bomb into a mine, thinking no one was watching, into a black hole that [...]

Happy Anniversary x2

by besatree September 10, 2008

Welcome to our anniversary. Really, just another way to celebrate the air we breathe, the words we speak and the calculated sum of the two composed or drafted. Keep flossing those feathers Canaries, soot just says “I’m living”. Every ditch has gems hidden within it’s walls. Every broken bone, a story. Every speaker has a cadence. [...]

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