2010
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
for the fakers
2010
unconvincing
1/31/10
Welded by Her Light
Sunday, January 31, 2010
anemone
RESIST!!
Saturday, January 30, 2010
dream
the middle pillar
Sunday, January 24, 2010
"Gentlemen...Where are our Leaders?" or "Farewell, Complacency!"
SAN FRANCISCO where are you?! Where have you gone, my denizens and hipsters and troublemakers? Where have you gone my artists and anarchists, merry makers and truth seekers? You are a city of beat poets, mad musicians, radicals and revolutionaries. Hello West Coast, YOU are the leading edge of consciousness!
Let us go out in a heated discussion rather than fade into oblivion. I would rather go out in an earnest attempt than slowly fade away dancing on the head of a pin.
How long can we remain silent? How long can we reside in a hedonistic reverie? Escapism is first rate these days. It is quite possible to go weeks without any thought to what is happening in the larger global environment and it takes a catastrophic event to pull us back. We get the general sense that it's all bad but like little lemmings we more or less turn our backs on the stark realities of our time and head for the cliffs of oblivion.
What are any of us to do?
2) Realize the fundamental resilience of the human spirit and own it. We are strong enough to face the truth and volatile enough to create a positive change.
3) Start speaking to one another honestly about current events in order to educate one another and do so with an outlook of positivity, hope and commitment that things are changing and changing quickly because we are ourselves are changing.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
PF, biotch!
orbit
Gurrrrrrl.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
don't do it again.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
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Friday, January 15, 2010
84 charing cross road
HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
W.B. Yeats
Monday, November 16, 2009
channel warning against mars
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
no start to stop

This is not your requiem
This is not your other half
If she were to endure beyond
The realm of material
Matters
She would be a sparrow
A dragon
Your fruit fly jacket
Won’t capture Her
Care upon a whim
Take a road, take another
Take a road, take another
And the mettle of maybe
Hasn’t a say in these parts
And the mettle of maybe
Won’t be enough to start
She isn’t by night another
She is the one, your only wonder
No start to stop
No start to stop
No start to stop
Burn her mother
Sunday, August 16, 2009
William Malfoy to a Courtesy Phone
Black shrouded, empire waist.
Toxic intoxicated
A memory scent.
Taunted
Cat and mouse.
No, you are a rat
Holed up somewhere dark.
No love songs
Admitting
I prefer your company.
I throw darts,
Race for the sunset,
Melt wax and paint KahlOkeefe,
Dance myself threadbare.
I am not ready
To burn you
Or send you away like the others.
Though I could predict
The number of times more
You will deny me
Instead of opening
Door to door
Instead of breathing life into me.
It's a good thing
This dress fits,
I could wear it for years.
Friday, July 24, 2009
skulker

