tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307271690830648342024-02-20T20:48:43.438+00:00Red Noses.jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-41431579367953814122010-07-10T04:30:00.002+01:002010-07-10T04:36:05.687+01:00it is happening nowYou can't weigh up the future to be your present. It will never be more heavier than when you do that. The trick is not in the past. It is happening now. You are in a car, with the brake on. The other people on the highway pass you by in lightning speeds, smiling with white teeth and braces. The tires are gripping with every inch of rubber but never go forward.<br /><br />When you saw that girl last week, from the past,<br />it is happening now.<br /><br />If you have a losing streak,<br />it is happening now.<br /><br />If you mask and never speak,<br />it is happening now.<br /><br />Why go to the grocers when you can have fun.<br />I have never starved.<br />What good are they to me,<br />when my life is ecstasy,<br />and it can't be happening now, it can't be happening now.jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-76958301463027376082010-05-03T23:52:00.001+01:002010-05-03T23:52:35.233+01:00Douche<div class="deleteBody"><h2 class="postTitle" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Douche</h2> <p class="postBody" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119);">It's suggested to you,<br />you're looking at the wrong cup.<br />Salt water.<br /><br />Well I have a condition,<br />You see,<br />I miss the ocean.<br />What do you want me to do?<br /><br />I'm sorry, you're right and,<br />I'm going to go along.<br />Suddenly nothing can be, well, untrue.<br /><br />Take this cup beautiful.<br />I never doubted you for a second.<br />Landlocked as you are,<br />Boats are only trees.<br /><br />It's harder to slip the ring,<br />over the clammy blue finger.<br />The kids won't shutup.<br />Usher come 'ere,<br />The groom is dead.<br />Wipe those crystals off 'is tongue will ya?<br /><br />This fucking mackerel drowned outside Bridge's house next to the chip shop.<br />But we still carried him all the way to the alter.<br />Told us he could still walk.<br />Nah.<br />Didn't know how to walk.<br />He's a fucking fish 'int e?</p></div>jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-51756801948311173232010-04-25T04:22:00.003+01:002010-04-25T04:32:41.533+01:00Baby.I wish I could kiss you for every time you said I could do it,<br />The crowd came by today to watch the whale,<br />It sang for some time but it's song never made a sale,<br />They cut out it's throat to see how it was done,<br />For novelty reason only they endured the sun,<br />Once figured out it's ways they spat and turned.<br />The whales song was now a human tale for sure.<br /><br />She's going for it all now.<br />I can build a marble tower, but I could let it fall into a sea of glass as well.jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-55640010657022085952010-04-16T07:08:00.005+01:002010-04-16T09:35:07.314+01:00Trash Can HumpersWhen the bed gets hot and boring, I chuck my shit on the floor and open the window.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">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.</span></span><br /><br />we're all sluts.<br /><br />The difference when you no longer have the right to eat something that's there whether or not you would.<br />Because you don't chew up something that's beautiful. Beauty fades. Hunger gains. Fuck a trash can.<br /><br />There was a blush in your stomach last summer.<br /><br />it doesn't matter.jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-60133314887654684602010-04-12T01:07:00.005+01:002010-04-12T01:16:06.035+01:00MujerShe 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.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0r5Apv_gnXdGMnM27qF-BAIKfAqwEWY-QIP_zKywWvgsZgKCeUo1IvvOEO1Ee-oyXRbgqV-WcKptzIdMOpkYr7lvngrKg2Qut4xKWnDIT26OoRW72rR8QAVvZgzSdEA4HKRN1xOA9zXUp/s1600/Dead_Tree_by_Mxyomatosis.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0r5Apv_gnXdGMnM27qF-BAIKfAqwEWY-QIP_zKywWvgsZgKCeUo1IvvOEO1Ee-oyXRbgqV-WcKptzIdMOpkYr7lvngrKg2Qut4xKWnDIT26OoRW72rR8QAVvZgzSdEA4HKRN1xOA9zXUp/s400/Dead_Tree_by_Mxyomatosis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459037914379505682" border="0" /></a>jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-27243953721368471432010-04-12T00:13:00.005+01:002010-04-12T00:37:51.071+01:00The internet overblew my mindWay over blew.<br /><br />Green Brown Blue.<br /><br />Can you remember that?<br /><br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />So i'm sitting up here on this artificial creation, being able to see Green Brown and Blues, they don't change much.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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<br /><br />SHIT<br /><br /><br />IS<br /><br /><br /><br />DOPE.<br /><br /><br />is what my brain is telling me.<br /><br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br />The internet is dope.<br /><br />And i've been smoking it too long. I can't remember shit.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br />Damnit.<br /><br /><br />Anyway.<br /><br /><br />I kept a little black book.<br /><br />I wrote some shit in there.<br /><br /><br />And then my girl fucked me over. I became a manic depressive, and i'm injecting Snuh.tumblr into my veins quite regularly now.<br /><br /><br />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.<br /><br />God help us all.jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-4960523511438790652010-03-20T17:29:00.006+00:002010-04-12T01:27:56.062+01:00The universe is in my room.<br /><br />There is an engineer on hand downstairs. Sometimes, out of bitterness, in over hearing the ill beeps of hardware call out from the heavens, he visits.<br /><br />The electronic screams, raising green pixelated pins, spreading across the side of the head, within the drum, to the fingertips, to the heart, resonating in nostalgia, revisited in converstation, what does is it ask for? Without an answer, It spreads across the airwaves infecting the ear drums.<br /><br />Sometimes humble bass emerges. The heavy sound of the Boeing for instance. And it could almost comfort us, as we sit and watch out the window, the sands of China melt in the contours of forks, spraying hot blindness, dry nothing, searching across the desert. It's a river of it's own, you cannot hold water without glass.<br /><br />Into the trees of an oasis, the wooden bronchi reach out to drink the sun.<br /><br />What patterns then, could there be in the firmly carpeted hallway beyond?<br /><br />Quick steps of the engineer. Door slammed definetly, you can hear a full click of the lock. The mechanism still works. How long will the mechanism work? He opens the door, with a bleached forehead. Underground for the last ten years, he scouts for fault in the heavens.<br /><br />You will not say, "What's the problem son?"<br /><br />Because without hesitations, more work can be done.jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-53203023426068262532010-03-11T03:06:00.003+00:002010-03-11T03:17:43.500+00:00Screenasuckulottapuss<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTY-_jJpudHf09lpSLHrpFe9QosZo5OIFkk7uIPH6plK07vcbbeTwTiCyBv6iJWCmcZ32GcluK5hZMqgJfWRGJLsrsCCdeq8ySzycoAMEkmfElxOqtF13t1rZy6SFCtQogNjonVG52FJik/s1600-h/Y2NA1ciNopy90hnqChZFn6tmo1_500.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTY-_jJpudHf09lpSLHrpFe9QosZo5OIFkk7uIPH6plK07vcbbeTwTiCyBv6iJWCmcZ32GcluK5hZMqgJfWRGJLsrsCCdeq8ySzycoAMEkmfElxOqtF13t1rZy6SFCtQogNjonVG52FJik/s400/Y2NA1ciNopy90hnqChZFn6tmo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447210137791254898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I saw a bear falling through a tidal wave.<br />The ball fell through the hoop very dark and heavy.<br />Like plankton in a whales filters.<br />How is such a great hairy thing supposed to fall through there,<br />into the criss-cross of the sea,<br />"I'll take all the twig like frame work down with me", said the bear.<br /><br />"The whole ocean will collapse inside me.<br />It will never come out.<br />If you poke me, I'll quieten.<br />But if you question me, I'll tumble".jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-65050026111770861122009-12-25T15:04:00.000+00:002009-12-25T15:06:10.883+00:00Different VoicesYou're not<br /><br />my brother<br /><br /><br />.jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-27321653755768106442009-12-16T20:06:00.003+00:002009-12-16T20:17:03.283+00:00Afternoon IllusionTuesday at one. I woke up wild.<br /><br />What scares me when i'm like that, is the flashes of their faces.<br /><br />It's a face that hangs, I can see the anticipation of eternity, and the infinite complexities of misfortune that hangs within a short flash and then the feeling that stays for so much longer. I writhe on my bed and try and shake it out of my legs. I believe it's what they call a nervous twitch.<br /><br />It haunts me.jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-62291224749095586642009-12-10T22:22:00.000+00:002009-12-10T22:23:03.571+00:00god help us for the future, everyone<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNtVF_xbcmU&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNtVF_xbcmU&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-86430676568483882042009-09-23T12:07:00.006+01:002009-09-23T21:21:44.378+01:00tiltedthe house lay in it's frame. TV crusted in mighty slabs of chipped ice. We tried to watch something about animals, but the misty sheets and crystals made it hard to see what was going on. Cigarettes and cans lay congealed in themselves. Once dropped, they would slide across into the corner, the heavier side of the room, and construct themselves in a fabricated hunk of frost. This was also where group of people stood near, and hysterically tried conversation with us. No use, we were fixated on other things. Curtains of the Artics favorite son hung from shelves. Crackle crackle clock hand churning through the next number in a rough diamond coat. Comfortable aesthetics that took us away from the world. We will stay here, just for a while.<br />And they were cold.<br />They were always cold.<br /><br /><br />Naturally.jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-77727561175349596382009-09-08T16:02:00.002+01:002009-09-08T16:04:20.818+01:00Mexicanskleine Finger von Babies an einen Tuerrahmen genagelt und mit Sekundenkleber befestigt, waehrend eine Katze unter Wasser gehalten wird<br /><br />Babies little fingers nailed to a door frame and held on with super glue while a cat is held underwater<br /><br />small fingers of babies to a door frame one nails and one fastens with second adhesive, one holds waehrend a cat under water<br /><br />kleine Finger der Babys genagelt auf einen Türrahmen und mit Superkleber an gehalten, während eine Katze gehaltener Underwater istjaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-86822796987781212742009-08-12T04:20:00.005+01:002009-08-12T04:26:22.137+01:00Must prepare the basket.i need nature back, i need healthy muscles to build and hunt and leave everything behind. The only thing that stops it is the kind of love which idolises you and in return makes you idol. How can I explain, that the emotion of your loss is as selfish as my solitude. What can drive me? I can puctuate, I can fucking puctuate like a mad man without a pen. Consitency and variety. Intelect, spiritual finding, sharing of happiness, and independent strength. There is no such thing as power, only self-effciancy.<br /><br />Burn your cars, and then love the lonely driver.jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-36798547014051563282009-07-17T15:53:00.004+01:002009-07-17T16:04:22.738+01:00way of lifeThe truth is, we take drugs not to escape; we have already found the door to no where and now in our patheticness, we hang around on it's door step not knowing what to do, or who we are. Some bodies body left behind in it's idolatry rot, one of those little red slideshow viewer things, and here we are sitting and clicking the button at the top, seeing a journey of aeroplanes and magical colours while we grow thin and weak outside of these attractive 2D visions. Any time we put the toy down we find our fingers have grown too frail to effectively pull back open the door handle, and now we turn to our only thing left to play with, toys. And I love child hood, for it's innocence and it's rich images of unknown are what colour the world right. But if you found a kid sitting in the cold left with one single repeating, soulless activity to do, you would call it neglect and feel pity.<br /><br />Now, I want to throw myself in the jungle.jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-73196459041762421752009-06-27T16:06:00.001+01:002009-06-27T16:08:11.456+01:00Stilli could be screaming these words, or whispering them like silk and soft. But you got no idea, without my murmuring voice to tell you, these words don't mean jack.jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-90398404858674221012009-06-24T10:55:00.004+01:002009-06-27T01:59:25.961+01:00sublimeAnd what about him. Sitting on the bench lit bright in Julys predeceasing sun. Young puppies fell all over each other near by, some say that the artificial brunette with the stolen oversized coat use to be his spiritual sister. He knew, she use to tell him. And like all big brothers, casual dismissal. Now you look at her with your wrathy smile expecting her bones to light up; you even plan ahead the conversation of answers written and known. But it is not known that today, she will not fall over every other, but stand tall with a sleaze in heels and dismiss your knowing smile. She turns away, but you expect it is just the well-known double hesitation before conversation of an old friend. Name the butterfly before it hatches. The scared hare drags her down the aisle and buries her in his rabbit hole away in damp mud and greens. Maybe they see you as a wasted crazy.<br /><br />This was reactionary news to my brain. Now I gotta sit up straight, smile and spit towards the future to turn it all around.<br /><br />For a contented future has no use to anyone.<br /><br />Ah but you hypocrite shouter and screamer of your own older man, mon frère. Go far and gain respect, and wallow in a new family. You hate family, but you love to grow new bones.jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-90124495290663949462009-06-23T02:08:00.010+01:002009-06-23T02:22:11.627+01:00Funeral Partyslow suit and tie dancing. Why not jump into a field of butter yellow daffodils? Well when you land it's a tube of water, a deep tub of cold.<br />A beautiful lamb falls in with you, she's 17 and you feel your clothes slide off. For a while, you hold each other as white and scared pieces of a whole. As you learn to press against each others thin skin, you understand the warmth between one another and begin to direct the arms, moving one hand up, dragging water to the cheek bone, and another reaching downwards softly for hollow. If you open your eyes after, you find yourself in the deep freezer, going down.jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-72521344173206290872009-06-14T07:28:00.006+01:002009-06-14T07:38:23.845+01:00I'd never trade anything for youis one of the worst sentences in tender communication. I'm supposing that this person you slur it out as the gin hits the table on early saturday morning, is a person you dearly care about. Supposing they have realised this, i'm pretty sure they wouldn't need you to reassure them that there may be a time in the future where if an offer does come up, they might be on the cards to be exchanged for something pointless and shiny.<br /><br />If you have to bring that point up, this person now muses, 'Wow, never thought being objectified and then transferred indignantly to a new soulless owner was a possibility in this relationship'. They then may look at you and question what competition they now have, embarking them into a spiral of paranoia and low self-esteem in comparison to that other one who may be better because they had those legs that hair who's there not scared what not no not shocks.jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-6562035044037614502009-06-12T10:54:00.010+01:002009-06-12T11:15:10.067+01:00i thinkthey watch as their fields of crops are rotting under the heavy sun they walked beyond for hours, picking up the plough, starting again under the burning, your burning your tongue on some microwave meal, with it's 3 types of vegetable, pruned tomato, paste of pea, and some equisite onion flavouring. As you pick up the paper to read of the all the loss of money, you still pay the man for it and move away in horror. He still searches for the paper to write upon. The paper to post cheques telling us everything will be alright; and we're still complaining. The king sits upon a wooden chair in the jungle. We arrive as survivors on tour, with only cheap versions of the latest fuji camera. We take pictures of things we can send back home, making clear they had arrived by reading the reciept, pictures that stir emotion. Someone holds a poloroid up to a friend proudly, 'I felt empathy today. I did'. Empathy in terror, believing it was only because the king of the jungle had run out of gold that he sat poised still in a tree-based throne. Poor man, no cushion.<br /><br />i think, we should chill out with our money, honey, i'm home.jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-86766309134215057042009-06-09T22:44:00.012+01:002009-06-09T23:11:52.835+01:00ConfidenceHe was embellishly smart. Jazz in court, smoother topple to the guilt thought and shame of a runner. Do you like my tongue your honour? As a whisper in licks of long shouting, I see you with frazzled grey hair distant, red chips<br />poutin.<br />Gee cruelty in de adelaide cold summer stammer when<br />he cries out you slam your hammer but to stop the tub and feel the rub ay theres no trouble if you follow the date in which the bitch came over and made rubble of these please pleas you céta a leaz.<br />Lawyer screw me away, give my life another day. Beat me up and<br />make me cold, but<br />don't make me wait<br />until i'm<br />told.jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-84238475462397604182009-06-08T12:10:00.001+01:002009-06-08T12:12:34.837+01:00I paint two men as we fightIf we don’t act now, we’ll be set in stone as unactable. Your body grows and then one day it stops growing, what if that day is the day you were left alone and filled with malice? Are you frozen in that shape forever more?<br /><br />I want to use this boat to get away from everything that says you have to be part of something when i’m not a part of something. I’m my own, and I’ll only be free to be so when i leave those who disagree behind.*<br /><br />*This one dies at sea and becomes part of its soul. The other who holds him back, the younger brother of a friend, stays and enjoys it.jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-41049476754320437322009-06-01T04:27:00.004+01:002009-06-01T04:38:59.363+01:00a few tickets.Second team picks up the baseball bat without hesitation. All strung out across whipped wire, it's the floor of royal blue and smeared white hope. No thanks darling, though beautiful colour your lipstick. They flew fists so fast across the field they couldn't even feel their legs anymore, looking across into the unknown stands of toothed faces, tilting and smiling, where were his parents? Under some freeway; maybe if I hit the ball real hard, the wind will be so impressed it'll let it ride on the flow of it's unhindered airwaves. Some white rider, hurtling towards a clockwork of grey and pale cars, freely tumbling towards the windscreen of some ladies family wagon.<br /><br />Maybe they use to know what it meant to hit that hard, but ultimately, it doesn't matter because none of you play ball anymore.jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-54002059549520705042009-05-18T19:55:00.000+01:002009-05-18T19:56:15.560+01:00HungryI don't mind stealing bread.jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230727169083064834.post-29822060068262453962009-05-11T00:27:00.010+01:002009-05-11T11:27:23.520+01:00Cut-upsI was reading some Borroughs and I thought i'd try out <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6NU3dIdqIBw">this...</a><br /><br />Here is a sample of what i came up with:<br /><br />New York City freezing his scrawnch hair. His face. Quiet he mutters through chattering, a word celebrity. 'I'm not interested in trembling, it's winter in his holyest. The ultimate downside to the fall'. He could walk these streets one of two ways. His attempts seem credible, in more and more sincerity he chooses the difficult ways.<br /><br />To point towards the greed and understand that to get their you need presence. Today the actors presence is in sly smiles (His semi-jagged teeth are in the Lower East side, eating a roast beef of cool). I guess i'm a hypocrite with worn-in corduroy trousers as famine distances from me. Red lights; life heads, as he takes his cigar and whispers that he's rising rapidly. He puts his head away and sings out a statement about his day, carefully noticed by all in the room. Instantly however, he is left unrecognised.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1N1mN36d8Lz5ZHaSSjesiXCyBvE7mHTilwcg87UAZNSaTJMwyTVobOZwvyzVr327KFRN91bL6RfahOacn_LOuRzwHhLEIYUsZEREQVuYVRxyxvE1tw3fyF-F0BNIPaHm_5sqeRG1eQl6j/s1600-h/DSC01028.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 137px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1N1mN36d8Lz5ZHaSSjesiXCyBvE7mHTilwcg87UAZNSaTJMwyTVobOZwvyzVr327KFRN91bL6RfahOacn_LOuRzwHhLEIYUsZEREQVuYVRxyxvE1tw3fyF-F0BNIPaHm_5sqeRG1eQl6j/s400/DSC01028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334348506616978258" border="0" /></a><br /><br />well, that kinda worked, I guess.jaaaaaaafsafasfasja[sja[sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261724677232482299noreply@blogger.com0