Broken Hallelujah

Empty Resistance

Guerrillas

WAR

GIRLS

LIFE

ART

throw your head back, girly, throw it like those girls in the movies.

And Memories Sour Soar

after you were bitten by a wolf transformed

into a monster who feeds on other human beings,

each full moon and who, therefor, in disgust

wants to die. you think "the desire to die is not

feeling suicidal. it abjures mere action." you have

wanted to die since the moment you were born

crazy narratives - that lend what is merely

in you- fleeting illusions of logic and cause.

you think "those there, lead their true lives!

they have not as we have been

forced to here, cut off their arms and legs."

there, you danced as well as Fred Astaire,

though there, here, inexplicably you cannot

sewer still just black water

in whose mirror you bent your face,

i can still see you

I like my Coffee Black, Like My New President

The Light I've Never Know'd

Today is the day

Start you're Own Revolution: Infultrate the Masses

"What's your rifle number?"

the sergeant asked.

I told him:

"seven, sixty-nine, double-O seven."

"Don't fuck around," he said,

"gimme your rifle number."

"I just did."

He grabs the rifle from me and reads:

"Seven, sixty-nine, double-O seven."

Days left in Vietnam: 99

Masters of Our Destiny

today i saw a small snail

he was in the rain, i think he enjoyed it much more than i

i pondered over his voyage

compared it to mine

and felt insignificant

I got blood in my eyes for you

there is no power, there never is

we sit in the dark, slow burning matches, hungry for skin

we stifle in silence, the world has gone deaf
why do you pretend the world has gone flat? long suspenders stretched taunt.

wheres the math in dead men? or cowards with clocks pinned to their pelvis.

we haven't found the future, we just proved it exists,

there is no power

either together or alone, i reason with darkness.

like the wolf, she notices she is out of breath, to weak to break the pigs brick house down.

Shine On You Crazy Diamond

The uniformed jaran did not acknowledge that I was speaking German to him. Silently, he checked my invitation, then compared the picture in my American passport with my sullen local face and seemed to think it matched reasonably well. His head somehow resembled an armchair—with its deep-set forehead, armrest-like ears, and jutting jaw-seat—and I could not stop staring at it. He handed back my passport with the invitation tucked inside it and said, “Good evening to you.”

Will You're Tongue Wag So Much When i Send You the Bill?

Marilyn Monroe took all her sleeping pills to bed when she was thirty-six. Sometimes you can look at the clouds or the trees and they look nothing like clouds or trees or the sky or the ground
I sometimes wonder about the inner lives of polar bears.
Sara Teasdale swallowed a bottle of blues after drawing a hot bath,in which dozens of Roman senators opened their veins beneath the water.
How long does it take to make a man out of legos?
I like the little soaps you find in hotel bathrooms because they’re beautiful.

If Looks Could Really Kill, I'd Be A Professional Stare-er

the library.
crazy chick running around frantic,
trying to get a computer... its really funny because shes cussing
but i feel bad for laughing

jazz wafts in whenever the door opens

pumpkin spice latte...

cell phone on vibrate
checking face book more than doing my homework

and this is fall academia

Welcome to the World

We Are Here

Run the Day

the city broke on the camels back
so he dreamed dreamed dreamed
to run run run
love love love
and dance dance dance

-We- Are the Music Makers, and -We- Are the Dreamers of Dreams

Good morning. Look at the sun.

if we weren't made with brains that ask questions

not industrially

not mechanically

not evolutionarilly

but in some ways,

humanity make the decision to stop working and start paying

questions questions

Please Global Warming, Can't i at Least Keep This?

that was the time i felt like pickles mixed with music
and that was when i wished the upside down world would be turned on its side
those days just stomped by or sometimes rolled
lengthy, they didn't like to move, except maybe when i begged them
charming, of course, but i still never wanted to drive them away
i can't remember... was that the time the merry-go round went back and forth?
and no longer in circles?
the way i felt in my head that day was up and down plus back and forth,
not in circles
maybe i changed the merry-go round
the possibility I'm sure now quite inconceivable was then very probable
that was also the day i tripped twice but never fell quite flat
always perpendicular along my spine
also that was the day i said farewell to justice,
determined it would take its leave anyway.
all that time i spent in those hours
hacking at truths but never quite finding an answer
i should have known, answers come and go
like my mind
which is now, most certainly gone

Tortured Artists

and then they could write bad stories or draw bad pictures or sing bad songs and the public would say "hey, those are good stories and pictures and songs because the person is already in pain so there is no reason to make it worse by telling them that their art sucks too".

have fun Storming the castle

and the rain redoubled in violence
causing what was simply a rainy day to succumb to a hardship of black
by and by
the world decided it was not so angry
but after such a betrayal who can really tell
the tin sheet stopped shaking and i finally finished my homework
after that? i don't know,
it lost my attention, now that it was being so sweet

SAMO as an end to bogus pseudo intellectual. My mouth, therefore an error. Plush safe.. he think.

this is just so simple and cool, it must be here too

Feet of Clay

today i feel suffocated
I'm not really sure why, i think its a restlessness
a longing for a place i cant quite get my finger on
all i know is that its far away, its new and exciting, its intoxicating, it may be a bit smelly though...

it feels like that unpleasant moment of the drinking day when, after hours of quality lying in the gutter time, you're beginning to feel the retribution of sobriety while still being drunk enough to make it worse

i glare angrily at my car which now, cant help me leave

i resent the school which will eventually help me to rise above the monotony. it is mean and out

to stop me from seeing what needs to be watched

i especially despise the bank, which for some reason finds it amusing to swallow my money, render me broke, and send letters to my dreams of leaving that cause them to commit suicide

Great American Quotes

"people are at least as smart as goats. now one of the ways i keep those goats fenced in is i electrify them. once they got popped a couple of times, they quit trying to jump it."
---trent lott
republican senator of mississippi on how to deal with illegal immigration

"this isnt the 15th century. you cant go around the world and just plant flags and say, 'we're claiming this territory.'"
---peter mackay
Canada's foreign minister on a russian crew submarine planting a flag on the seabed at
the north pole

"if this virginia tech shooter had an ideology what do you think it was? this guy had to be liberal."
---rush limbaugh
conservative radio host concerning the virginia tech massacre

"And they have no disregard for human life."
---George W. Bush
on the brutality of Afghan fighters

Hurricane Hannah

hurricane Hannah finally arrived.

i guess besides the fact that my personally chosen namesake killed over 60 people i was happy that the rains came.

of course, according to the NY times i was never that much of a threat... its mean 'old Ike the Carolina kids are worried about

very typical. i finally get a storm and its showed up by another dude.

i still feel vindicated however because when i was younger (i mean... not that long ago really) i used to sing 'rain rain go away' and believe in my awesome and almighty powers of weather control.

and when X men came out.... go Storm, although her powers were severely disappointing in all honesty, i think she was a little too excited about lightning which is really not what controlling the weather is all about.

there is nothing better than a day at the beach in the hot hot sun. this is the time when the air smells like strawberries and the scratchy sand sticks to your sweaty skin ready to be washed off in the cool waters.

or when your sad and it rains. no matter how sad you really are you cant help but admit to beautiful irony. its intoxicating. i know at one point everyone has had the conceited moment where they watch their own tears trickle down to the beat of the falling rain.

i always thought there was a true and distinct romance to the weather and now its named Hannah