I wish I could kiss you for every time you said I could do it,
The crowd came by today to watch the whale,
It sang for some time but it's song never made a sale,
They cut out it's throat to see how it was done,
For novelty reason only they endured the sun,
Once figured out it's ways they spat and turned.
The whales song was now a human tale for sure.
She's going for it all now.
I can build a marble tower, but I could let it fall into a sea of glass as well.
Sunday, 25 April 2010
Friday, 16 April 2010
Trash Can Humpers
When the bed gets hot and boring, I chuck my shit on the floor and open the window.
It makes the duvet more important when the floor is hard and the breaching cold won't leave you alone. It gives you a reason to be attached to this amalgamation of material, no matter what it looks like or where it's been.
I don't get how the curtains change from red to blue, or why the sun came up grey, but in all it's strangeness, it looks like a nice day.
we're all sluts.
The difference when you no longer have the right to eat something that's there whether or not you would.
Because you don't chew up something that's beautiful. Beauty fades. Hunger gains. Fuck a trash can.
There was a blush in your stomach last summer.
it doesn't matter.
It makes the duvet more important when the floor is hard and the breaching cold won't leave you alone. It gives you a reason to be attached to this amalgamation of material, no matter what it looks like or where it's been.
I don't get how the curtains change from red to blue, or why the sun came up grey, but in all it's strangeness, it looks like a nice day.
we're all sluts.
The difference when you no longer have the right to eat something that's there whether or not you would.
Because you don't chew up something that's beautiful. Beauty fades. Hunger gains. Fuck a trash can.
There was a blush in your stomach last summer.
it doesn't matter.
Monday, 12 April 2010
Mujer
She spent her life trying to make twigs out of her hands. Bought up all the forests and then burnt them down. It needed to be pure, and it needed to be all her.
The internet overblew my mind
Way over blew.
Green Brown Blue.
Can you remember that?
Ok. I'm seeing it, sitting on top of a man made hilltop. After the Normans invaded, pretty well actually - they set up a lot of these Castles, motte and bailey. They basically piled up mounds of earth ( creating what some would call, a hill) and stuck a castle on top. I know some of y'all know this from your history lessons, but anyway they did this shit everywhere. You see it's a lot better when you got horses and men running up to meet you, only to be to exhausted to plunge a sword into you, instead down come some arrows and ECK.
The other advantage o course, is that you can see pretty damn well being high up. Yup, it's actually scientific fact, I read it up, on a mountain, so I could read it all.
So i'm sitting up here on this artificial creation, being able to see Green Brown and Blues, they don't change much.
I then go home to the internet and suddenly i got yellow red orange green green blue yellow silver turquoise pink grey rojo azul yellow yellow red orange green black white beige burgandy yellow, and it's changing like woah WOAH, I can not remember what colours I see on the internet for shit.
The thing is, if a squirrel ran past while I sat on the hill, it would be like ok, look at that squirrel. that's nice.
Fuck squirrels on the internet, how fucking boring would a normal squirrel be on the internet. It doesn't even change colour or have a hyperlink to pictures of squirrels in mexican sombreros or even the top five you tube videos. But other shit does! And I'm clicking that shit!! THAT
SHIT
IS
DOPE.
is what my brain is telling me.
Did i even go to the park the other day - AH fuck that, that memory is fucking lame. I'm finding out that you can now get Nike high tops in tye die, that's crazy, SO MANY FUCKING COLOURS.
The internet is dope.
And i've been smoking it too long. I can't remember shit.
The only people I recognise any more are the dealers of instant cyber gratitude, the Japanese Prank pushing youtube, Dr. Facebook hooking me up the biggest crowd ever, fuck the wrong crowd.
Damnit.
Anyway.
I kept a little black book.
I wrote some shit in there.
And then my girl fucked me over. I became a manic depressive, and i'm injecting Snuh.tumblr into my veins quite regularly now.
Fuck being "artificial" that's pretty 90's now. Shit that was two decades ago, and it was happening since 1066 anyway and giving out pretty relaxing views. No I can deal with a heightened view, but not 20,000,000 hits a month.
God help us all.
Green Brown Blue.
Can you remember that?
Ok. I'm seeing it, sitting on top of a man made hilltop. After the Normans invaded, pretty well actually - they set up a lot of these Castles, motte and bailey. They basically piled up mounds of earth ( creating what some would call, a hill) and stuck a castle on top. I know some of y'all know this from your history lessons, but anyway they did this shit everywhere. You see it's a lot better when you got horses and men running up to meet you, only to be to exhausted to plunge a sword into you, instead down come some arrows and ECK.
The other advantage o course, is that you can see pretty damn well being high up. Yup, it's actually scientific fact, I read it up, on a mountain, so I could read it all.
So i'm sitting up here on this artificial creation, being able to see Green Brown and Blues, they don't change much.
I then go home to the internet and suddenly i got yellow red orange green green blue yellow silver turquoise pink grey rojo azul yellow yellow red orange green black white beige burgandy yellow, and it's changing like woah WOAH, I can not remember what colours I see on the internet for shit.
The thing is, if a squirrel ran past while I sat on the hill, it would be like ok, look at that squirrel. that's nice.
Fuck squirrels on the internet, how fucking boring would a normal squirrel be on the internet. It doesn't even change colour or have a hyperlink to pictures of squirrels in mexican sombreros or even the top five you tube videos. But other shit does! And I'm clicking that shit!! THAT
SHIT
IS
DOPE.
is what my brain is telling me.
Did i even go to the park the other day - AH fuck that, that memory is fucking lame. I'm finding out that you can now get Nike high tops in tye die, that's crazy, SO MANY FUCKING COLOURS.
The internet is dope.
And i've been smoking it too long. I can't remember shit.
The only people I recognise any more are the dealers of instant cyber gratitude, the Japanese Prank pushing youtube, Dr. Facebook hooking me up the biggest crowd ever, fuck the wrong crowd.
Damnit.
Anyway.
I kept a little black book.
I wrote some shit in there.
And then my girl fucked me over. I became a manic depressive, and i'm injecting Snuh.tumblr into my veins quite regularly now.
Fuck being "artificial" that's pretty 90's now. Shit that was two decades ago, and it was happening since 1066 anyway and giving out pretty relaxing views. No I can deal with a heightened view, but not 20,000,000 hits a month.
God help us all.
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