Archive for February, 2008

lament for my cock, sore and crucified…

Wednesday, February 27th, 2008

cry wolf, cry foul but don’t cry out loud, just keep it inside and rue your own bitter failings. what altar of ego isn’t embossed with the falsehoods of self image? what to do when you have to share your own god and the exclusivity confined to the four corners of your mind is freed […]

i want more life, fucker!

Monday, February 25th, 2008

what is it called when the normal range of human emotion is curbed? what is the name for remediating a flaccid showing in the face of proper stimuli? what nomination is given to the cessation of monthly uterine hemorrhaging? what is it when the immature expressions of hormonal and behavioral impulses are amphetaminally mediated? what […]

it is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma…

Monday, February 18th, 2008

what matter of motivation, what sort of primeval impulse, what pox afflicts the mind, what animalistic instinct, what scatological spontaneity impels and wills inextricably towards the action where by the disburthening of bladder and bowels is left for all to bear witness to betwixt the confines of the porcelain bowl and its befouled waters?

bad t.v. that insults me freely…

Thursday, February 14th, 2008

“just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down…” disaster and collapse all around but cathode ray nipples suckle and soothe her sweet children complacent. tantalite and scintillate with the carousal of alley cat heat, marvel at the parade of parts fashioned together in the form of celebrated golems, and imbue a longing for […]