Dec 5, 2016
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 20, 2016
The Big Idea - ESS-95 (Full Tape)
Side A :
00:00 : Iliana Is Sleeping
07:28 : XIV
Side B :
11:43 : CXXXIV
21:04 : D.B. Cooper Theme
Nov 16, 2016
Oct 26, 2016
OCT 11, 2016
“in a way”
u r the history of my hunger
a fix like a place
a greenish millennia
covered in pink haze
we cast the bedspread vowel
pop open an empty phallus
& everywhere
the cool moon
just hangs
the night chicago died
we were on a quest
called
find the loom
not
rent a room
we stopped at a white palace
i had to have the fries and a vanilla shake
as you slid down a few sliders
someone slid into our car
and drove it
straight into the lake
where it may still be
like stone
cast ugly
under watery shadows
u r the history of my hunger
a fix like a place
a greenish millennia
covered in pink haze
we cast the bedspread vowel
pop open an empty phallus
& everywhere
the cool moon
just hangs
the night chicago died
we were on a quest
called
find the loom
not
rent a room
we stopped at a white palace
i had to have the fries and a vanilla shake
as you slid down a few sliders
someone slid into our car
and drove it
straight into the lake
where it may still be
like stone
cast ugly
under watery shadows
Oct 25, 2016
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 2, 2016
Aug 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016
Jun 22, 2016
“i guess i’m a pot that calls the kettle black”
not drinking but still depressed
maybe i killed myself so often i am already gone
moon summer sleep
the dead can’t dance (never got into them)
a hallow shadow
trunks shot for murder
i’ll walk behind you and vacuum the ghost birds that fall out of your head
some people are just born ominous
your teacher was right
though
you have a knack for poetry
o dear o dear
be strong
baby boi
you may yet
score delicious
i’ll look for my sonic-bonding-tonic
we’ll build a sand castle
and a camel on the beach
stick em full of plastic swizzle
smoke some ice-tide
in the tumbling heat
put the note in the bottle
someday
maybe i killed myself so often i am already gone
moon summer sleep
the dead can’t dance (never got into them)
a hallow shadow
trunks shot for murder
i’ll walk behind you and vacuum the ghost birds that fall out of your head
some people are just born ominous
your teacher was right
though
you have a knack for poetry
o dear o dear
be strong
baby boi
you may yet
score delicious
i’ll look for my sonic-bonding-tonic
we’ll build a sand castle
and a camel on the beach
stick em full of plastic swizzle
smoke some ice-tide
in the tumbling heat
put the note in the bottle
someday
“sad bear wrapped in hunger:” may 14th 2016
*sky emoji*
did u throw out the beer bottles they make your room smell like dead mice
i’m off work today
here to cradle your big empty
jk
*watches something silver scurry through bone-bag*
wow 2016 is streaking by
yeah, i get the feeling there won’t be much slow dancing 4 me
does dust settle in your hair as you’re rotting?
did u throw out the beer bottles they make your room smell like dead mice
i’m off work today
here to cradle your big empty
jk
*watches something silver scurry through bone-bag*
wow 2016 is streaking by
yeah, i get the feeling there won’t be much slow dancing 4 me
does dust settle in your hair as you’re rotting?
“dead, i say” may 8th 2016
as we sit in ghost chairs
in the food court
holding our sweaty cans of soft drinks. [mine is pineapple fanta (almost said, fart) and yours is a diet something]
i pierced your filter. the rubber sadness of your selfies.
*and what about you and your light-bulb alter of makeup worship?*
just trying to hold back the godzilla yrs., hide the neon blood.
*summer veins*
moon jellies
in the food court
holding our sweaty cans of soft drinks. [mine is pineapple fanta (almost said, fart) and yours is a diet something]
i pierced your filter. the rubber sadness of your selfies.
*and what about you and your light-bulb alter of makeup worship?*
just trying to hold back the godzilla yrs., hide the neon blood.
*summer veins*
moon jellies
"what crawls here, in all this star blood;" april 22nd 2016
you. you are staining the blood and everything lanterns you to its dusk.
think of drills, and more silvery blood in a glacier’s wiry surf crack.
are you a snail in your green green anorak? how can i coax out your head..
vacant-man in there, trying to sleep. the poems cocooned beyond us _
a paint crash of decades, like an addiction with a triple chain-ring pulse. let me look in your
back-pack, let me freeze the snowdrift inside.
i want to throw the, ‘this’ at you, but hold you like a shell,
instead.
think of drills, and more silvery blood in a glacier’s wiry surf crack.
are you a snail in your green green anorak? how can i coax out your head..
vacant-man in there, trying to sleep. the poems cocooned beyond us _
a paint crash of decades, like an addiction with a triple chain-ring pulse. let me look in your
back-pack, let me freeze the snowdrift inside.
i want to throw the, ‘this’ at you, but hold you like a shell,
instead.
“I Have Nothing, I Have Everything” april 21st 2016
your voice where the seagulls are
an upward
like
in an
I shape) to stay alone
to fold this knife
wide-eyed over some reddish rolled
from India
tis makin me see, Jim
beneath the water
he’s close to my body
but can’t see
be like dumbo -
a mark, a feather
is okay i’ll gladly wait again in all the tinfoil lofts
or under a police
cruiser
mind dissolving
alone on a park bench
licking mustard off a brat
softly us ;
im lips
you’re pills
can u spork
methane
wide-eyed
Love Talented
in our separate tin boats
we pass each other
like odd wisps
of smoke
an upward
like
in an
I shape) to stay alone
to fold this knife
wide-eyed over some reddish rolled
from India
tis makin me see, Jim
beneath the water
he’s close to my body
but can’t see
be like dumbo -
a mark, a feather
is okay i’ll gladly wait again in all the tinfoil lofts
or under a police
cruiser
mind dissolving
alone on a park bench
licking mustard off a brat
softly us ;
im lips
you’re pills
can u spork
methane
wide-eyed
Love Talented
in our separate tin boats
we pass each other
like odd wisps
of smoke
“Hey Blowhard” april 9th 2016
explain to me again why every mtn is a canyon
explain again
how the stupid stole the garlic
it’s always 4am in the nothing and i am craving salt
low like deep
the basket map of your brain is an ink island
you’re lucky for that
i smile and we hold hands
the night tv flickers
through a blade of grass
explain again
how the stupid stole the garlic
it’s always 4am in the nothing and i am craving salt
low like deep
the basket map of your brain is an ink island
you’re lucky for that
i smile and we hold hands
the night tv flickers
through a blade of grass
Mar 10, 2016
Me, reading someone else's poem:
https://soundcloud.com/merrilymerrilymerrilymerrily/tashakleinreads-1991-byfromfromfrom
Me (Tasha Klein) reading Justin Ryan Fyfe’s poem, “1991″
wipe the snack salt from my fingers
to the sheets of my bed
u message me 100 years from now
and i crumble
into dust
like a 100 year old
sandstone bunny
i do lower than whispers
how i can forget and want w/e is there
i build a home out of blocks of ice
this is the foyer
where i keep the maps that belonged
to my now dead grandfather
i want kindness like air
my mind says alone 4:20 am
if i texted you now i think you
would be awake
a scene where the toaster pops
even tho we never saw
it loaded
im eating cashew pieces
not even whole or halved
the way you create a new thing
inside of the thing you meant to create
a tortoise on its back in the desert
or w/e
like ive said that b4
our past fucks us up but there you are
lingering like a lilly pad
floating on my back in my grandparents pool
near the lizards whos tails
grew back
after you rip them off
w yr small child hands
Me (Tasha Klein) reading Justin Ryan Fyfe’s poem, “1991″
wipe the snack salt from my fingers
to the sheets of my bed
u message me 100 years from now
and i crumble
into dust
like a 100 year old
sandstone bunny
i do lower than whispers
how i can forget and want w/e is there
i build a home out of blocks of ice
this is the foyer
where i keep the maps that belonged
to my now dead grandfather
i want kindness like air
my mind says alone 4:20 am
if i texted you now i think you
would be awake
a scene where the toaster pops
even tho we never saw
it loaded
im eating cashew pieces
not even whole or halved
the way you create a new thing
inside of the thing you meant to create
a tortoise on its back in the desert
or w/e
like ive said that b4
our past fucks us up but there you are
lingering like a lilly pad
floating on my back in my grandparents pool
near the lizards whos tails
grew back
after you rip them off
w yr small child hands
“sweet nothings”
just cuz
u ain’t nothin but squiggly
magnetized
but
the chili was good
so was the cake gun
haha dirty pun
okay this is a poem crash
i have a toothache but am still
going in to work
i’ll be thinking about u
consuming all that pretend sadness
i’m wise to you now
you’re just a baby playr badass
u ain’t nothin but squiggly
magnetized
but
the chili was good
so was the cake gun
haha dirty pun
okay this is a poem crash
i have a toothache but am still
going in to work
i’ll be thinking about u
consuming all that pretend sadness
i’m wise to you now
you’re just a baby playr badass
"bad romance by lady gaga (or the disco-stick song)"
so u took a sip from the devil’s cup?
probably more than one sip
knowing u
a god for a few
just reach in the mirror
and pull out some new lungs
i know you can read my poker face
& that’s a damn muddy shame
on camera all my spells look the same
but back to you, yeah i just read the other day
you’re not even suppose to wash jeans
seriously
look past the rivers
for
the ghosts wearing masks and
measuring cups
probably more than one sip
knowing u
a god for a few
just reach in the mirror
and pull out some new lungs
i know you can read my poker face
& that’s a damn muddy shame
on camera all my spells look the same
but back to you, yeah i just read the other day
you’re not even suppose to wash jeans
seriously
look past the rivers
for
the ghosts wearing masks and
measuring cups
“no lentil soup for you, davy crockett”
my computer automatically nets the tweets u delete
and i tap this virus like love
sweaty matters:
u want to suck that cross-eyed
hatchet-banged bunny tit
but u cain’t
so here
chew on some meatloaf
and then we’ll
trim your mustache
so i can see / taste those
chapped
lips
and i tap this virus like love
sweaty matters:
u want to suck that cross-eyed
hatchet-banged bunny tit
but u cain’t
so here
chew on some meatloaf
and then we’ll
trim your mustache
so i can see / taste those
chapped
lips
"TITLE"
in my mind i am already putting up art in our groovy house
pic number 1: us kissing on a beach of black sand
all lyrics say the obvious
like: snow boy chin spoon
but the www be breaking your head
i’m thinking he looks drunk sitting at that schematics machine
and all that had been purring is fried
again
that would be a problem
we could smoke weed but never drink
but back to decorating
back to the flower bucket filled with ghost
back to the wall were we would grow a misty pavement of
i’m sorry and goodnites and dancing i-luv-yous
forgetting to brush our teeth
my lazy baby python
i’ll slather my Bath&BodyWorks all over you
and put your hair in a pony-tail
whip
your lips
with kisses
pic number 1: us kissing on a beach of black sand
all lyrics say the obvious
like: snow boy chin spoon
but the www be breaking your head
i’m thinking he looks drunk sitting at that schematics machine
and all that had been purring is fried
again
that would be a problem
we could smoke weed but never drink
but back to decorating
back to the flower bucket filled with ghost
back to the wall were we would grow a misty pavement of
i’m sorry and goodnites and dancing i-luv-yous
forgetting to brush our teeth
my lazy baby python
i’ll slather my Bath&BodyWorks all over you
and put your hair in a pony-tail
whip
your lips
with kisses
“ hands u a new S T Y P T I C P E N C I L”
i don’t have a cell phone
remember
i only have ulcers and high high high
blood pressure
oh, the haha of dancing thru infinity this fuckin sober
would be alright
if it were in THE fka body
and the wind from a nameless painting
were to sculptor me a new jawline
&
u could snip off jowls with singing blades
watch out
i bite
plateau of cat breath
definitely lips etc.
if i still have teeth
on the roof at midnight
so come on
stunt man
your tears hang
from my fingers
like sleep
what do you do when your years are up
i keep running down diamond lanes
in dirty socks & glass lipstick
headin to Wyoming
i guess
remember
i only have ulcers and high high high
blood pressure
oh, the haha of dancing thru infinity this fuckin sober
would be alright
if it were in THE fka body
and the wind from a nameless painting
were to sculptor me a new jawline
&
u could snip off jowls with singing blades
watch out
i bite
plateau of cat breath
definitely lips etc.
if i still have teeth
on the roof at midnight
so come on
stunt man
your tears hang
from my fingers
like sleep
what do you do when your years are up
i keep running down diamond lanes
in dirty socks & glass lipstick
headin to Wyoming
i guess
"STUCK"
i hate when u go missing
& only leave me this damn car
with the eye of the ghost
dangling from the rear view mirror
and
i stick 2
the plastic
seat cover
all gentrified (lol)
u know
i’m so over the bf drown (he was a cry-baby)
i’m historically happy now
even though i know
blue skies have symptoms
& those wingless angels want to run our names
into a snow bank but wtf
come back out
we’ll steal another car - eat cake -
put a mini Minotaur on the dash
“swisher”
(let’s talk about when u made out with that guy cuz u were drunk)
right on
sorry
but
ugh to the 3 ∞
u smoke hold me beneath
snow∞∞
now
i smoke∞ diamonds in the shower
to reflect of course
2:40 friendships
i’m creamy bad
@banging
some people
do funny tweets i do naked
∞
*sigh
r u gonna bluffa’ me? over da music?
i felt the dead of the cold door
& then our love was PM dust
right on
sorry
but
ugh to the 3 ∞
u smoke hold me beneath
snow∞∞
now
i smoke∞ diamonds in the shower
to reflect of course
2:40 friendships
i’m creamy bad
@banging
some people
do funny tweets i do naked
∞
*sigh
r u gonna bluffa’ me? over da music?
i felt the dead of the cold door
& then our love was PM dust
“look at that apt selfie - u spread all asias with a fat cat”
hey
of on
but
isn’t
doorknob turn
your glasses shining
your fingers tweeting
don’t
himanshu
bundle
in store clothes
i steal air-blankets
‘Scentless Apprentice’
plays on my laptop
it is extreme eyes and
mirror movement
and i keep guzzling water and sucking winter-mints
of on
but
isn’t
doorknob turn
your glasses shining
your fingers tweeting
don’t
himanshu
bundle
in store clothes
i steal air-blankets
‘Scentless Apprentice’
plays on my laptop
it is extreme eyes and
mirror movement
and i keep guzzling water and sucking winter-mints
“re: @the beginning eat the tail”
because, i am watching, “the big white” and looked up the soundtrack to see who did the song, “Trouble With Dreams“.. turns out it was
Written by Mark Everett (as Mark Oliver Everett)
Performed by The Eels (as Eels)
Courtesy of Vagrant Records
and guess who Mark’s father is? .. Son of physicist Hugh Everett III, who came up with the ‘Many Worlds’ theory of parallel universes!
Written by Mark Everett (as Mark Oliver Everett)
Performed by The Eels (as Eels)
Courtesy of Vagrant Records
and guess who Mark’s father is? .. Son of physicist Hugh Everett III, who came up with the ‘Many Worlds’ theory of parallel universes!
Jan 9, 2016
Dec 10, 2015
“waitin 4 u in the”
green lobby.
outside the weather seems
confused &
traffic
a murderous trap
i hope u didn’t get into an accident
you’re always so tragically
lit
okay
going in alone
sitting at the bar are a couple of tv men
plotting culpas
i get on a bar-stool like
a bad ass hot line
bag full of stolen time
imma order a
‘hexameter in your heater’
styler cryer! why u so mama-mia
mea late?
outside the weather seems
confused &
traffic
a murderous trap
i hope u didn’t get into an accident
you’re always so tragically
lit
okay
going in alone
sitting at the bar are a couple of tv men
plotting culpas
i get on a bar-stool like
a bad ass hot line
bag full of stolen time
imma order a
‘hexameter in your heater’
styler cryer! why u so mama-mia
mea late?
“i think you look like an owl in those particular glasses”
but you’re cute when you aren’t crying &
you have a great voice & i feel your sad lines
cuz i was once like you
so ..
what
if you die
folding your molding elegy
Quietly
into
circles
around some shit-head’s bed and/or bar
you in a bad suit
you
if augur were a color
cadence is so your forehead
you have a great voice & i feel your sad lines
cuz i was once like you
so ..
what
if you die
folding your molding elegy
Quietly
into
circles
around some shit-head’s bed and/or bar
you in a bad suit
you
if augur were a color
cadence is so your forehead
Nov 1, 2015
“DEAR DAUGHTER”
I guess we’ll winter the backyard recipes.
Since when does the idea of calling home “fill you with creepy
feelings, like centipedes”?
Passing hell because somewhere coats are on sale.
Bees are the sun, Lion Girl. They know suffering.
You could check on the dogs, you know; those old comedies
of misdirection.
I moved my desk into the summer wardrobe,
the one with the haunted wi-fi.
Someone tried to fax
hair to Dad. We’ve strung the house
with network points. Don’t trip.
Since when does the idea of calling home “fill you with creepy
feelings, like centipedes”?
Passing hell because somewhere coats are on sale.
Bees are the sun, Lion Girl. They know suffering.
You could check on the dogs, you know; those old comedies
of misdirection.
I moved my desk into the summer wardrobe,
the one with the haunted wi-fi.
Someone tried to fax
hair to Dad. We’ve strung the house
with network points. Don’t trip.
“because u miss me”
in black
with u
@ A party
i exist &
shining ghostly in that movie ,
your dead flowers ,
the hook of away
“a way” ?
no -
“away” .
we played dominoes
like shapes in a poem
u drew the pentagram on my car
off key
with u
@ A party
i exist &
shining ghostly in that movie ,
your dead flowers ,
the hook of away
“a way” ?
no -
“away” .
we played dominoes
like shapes in a poem
u drew the pentagram on my car
off key
“sleeping beauty wakes and says”
my arms are just arms
the mammoths draw
hey baby :
telecommunication
love-husk
ghost texting
again?
the mammoths draw
hey baby :
telecommunication
love-husk
ghost texting
again?
Oct 4, 2015
Sep 30, 2015
“notes on why leaves must have their comeback”
the oceans leap
from hot to naked
divinity stays at the lake
i so
went clean
when u gonna leave
the burning lie
the bong drinking smokers
a death poem for cutie
something is linking your mind
2 my atlas
u can be: the sunset
on tourism
on vast pale panels
the flaring care curve
of amerikan thighs
hold october
with a credit card
&
act out
the entire shogun haircut
{mountain based with clean bangs}
livetweet a razor for true blood
spelled-out as i c e
from hot to naked
divinity stays at the lake
i so
went clean
when u gonna leave
the burning lie
the bong drinking smokers
a death poem for cutie
something is linking your mind
2 my atlas
u can be: the sunset
on tourism
on vast pale panels
the flaring care curve
of amerikan thighs
hold october
with a credit card
&
act out
the entire shogun haircut
{mountain based with clean bangs}
livetweet a razor for true blood
spelled-out as i c e
Sep 25, 2015
“Beyond The Wall Of Sleep”
all heads:
water
visible
& sexy
a shoe in each hand
sponsored
politics in 72
lick dick
angela 4 president
modern art
pee
so
important
it’s kept in a cup
i dreamed
a nameless junkie was after me
i was all
katy western wear
with lasso hands & cinnamon hair
u where
in el nasty club
a paper doll made simple-
no need for eyes
water
visible
& sexy
a shoe in each hand
sponsored
politics in 72
lick dick
angela 4 president
modern art
pee
so
important
it’s kept in a cup
i dreamed
a nameless junkie was after me
i was all
katy western wear
with lasso hands & cinnamon hair
u where
in el nasty club
a paper doll made simple-
no need for eyes
Sep 14, 2015
"WE'RE"
turning over
another sharp wing
only to read ,
‘is the dead swing happy?’
we sit
inside
a bird’s tear
snap open
tricks of light
fall
in love
with salt
-
u can’t see me now
my hips are failing
and the oracles see
tips of heaven being gathered
just for angels to
grenade
-
this is so mixed up
like
drunk dials
are the guts
on your lawn
-
doused and devoted in the nights of nod
river boy
u dropped your snuff bullet in the parking garage
-
our private joke is
'pray to poseidon from the glory couch’
listen
soft chorus sounds
then
miles of highway
to
a party in bloom
you try to
drag out the first move
so that it is
permanently spooky
concrete in the periphery and then
these kids fire-escape someone
as
violent
ribbons
&
the whole feeling
an oil spill in the grid
it
benadryls us
&
i trace your smile ;
it’s like a constellation
another sharp wing
only to read ,
‘is the dead swing happy?’
we sit
inside
a bird’s tear
snap open
tricks of light
fall
in love
with salt
-
u can’t see me now
my hips are failing
and the oracles see
tips of heaven being gathered
just for angels to
grenade
-
this is so mixed up
like
drunk dials
are the guts
on your lawn
-
doused and devoted in the nights of nod
river boy
u dropped your snuff bullet in the parking garage
-
our private joke is
'pray to poseidon from the glory couch’
listen
soft chorus sounds
then
miles of highway
to
a party in bloom
you try to
drag out the first move
so that it is
permanently spooky
concrete in the periphery and then
these kids fire-escape someone
as
violent
ribbons
&
the whole feeling
an oil spill in the grid
it
benadryls us
&
i trace your smile ;
it’s like a constellation
Aug 19, 2015
" "
augmented reality:
all signs stuck to velcro & we’re listening to autopsy -
“dark like a subreddit” / all exits locked.
we call in transfusions. to the blood park.
wake up at a funeral.
your T-shirt says, GO ENTROPY!
blood vessels and stars leak into our car-jack video.
we steal light from alien trees, walk into vine/wine hour.
what the hell is a vine, anyway? the valve of a door?
radiation. the universe faking its own story.
reincarnation makes me tired. the bartender
is blowing up twitter with his cock tail science.
here’s to
short conversations @ high tables,
bruises identified on a bar stool, and
and seeing beneath the crowd.
all signs stuck to velcro & we’re listening to autopsy -
“dark like a subreddit” / all exits locked.
we call in transfusions. to the blood park.
wake up at a funeral.
your T-shirt says, GO ENTROPY!
blood vessels and stars leak into our car-jack video.
we steal light from alien trees, walk into vine/wine hour.
what the hell is a vine, anyway? the valve of a door?
radiation. the universe faking its own story.
reincarnation makes me tired. the bartender
is blowing up twitter with his cock tail science.
here’s to
short conversations @ high tables,
bruises identified on a bar stool, and
and seeing beneath the crowd.
Aug 18, 2015
“i’m dressed as victim chic, playing vision quest by myself in the dead arcade of the dead mall.”
waiting on u, with my heroin affliction. are we in a movie? brown dogs run
unleashed thru the theater. i have med checks in my pockets, i don’t know
what for. a resurrection failed. was i suppose to meet u here,
or at my apartment? i want to walk home but i can’t google it. i want to
go home and change into an angel so you can murder me with just
your mouth. like out in some field Cain is listening to no one. the girl that
lives in the apartment next to me, has two kittens named Risperdal & Ritalin.
our roof-top garden smells like panama and tonite is so temporary.
i dare u to sleep here and play quest in my mouth. let’s go out.
the beautiful streets
look
like mirrors.
unleashed thru the theater. i have med checks in my pockets, i don’t know
what for. a resurrection failed. was i suppose to meet u here,
or at my apartment? i want to walk home but i can’t google it. i want to
go home and change into an angel so you can murder me with just
your mouth. like out in some field Cain is listening to no one. the girl that
lives in the apartment next to me, has two kittens named Risperdal & Ritalin.
our roof-top garden smells like panama and tonite is so temporary.
i dare u to sleep here and play quest in my mouth. let’s go out.
the beautiful streets
look
like mirrors.
Aug 13, 2015
"soon enough the sun will rise"
Dreaming in
the language of your
appearance & the lack of. I’m trying to forgive
and look a little convinced. You remind me again to write the
letter,
Boo!
I do, and I want to join your club
so I walk with you while you try to drink
and swim.
Ah, the talons of summer, scratching everyone’s skin.
Ages & real names are making a come back. I always enter
what hasn’t happened yet.
Just look at them. Nothing fits anymore.
And those who are dead, grow. Is it easy to quit a job
and sunlight?
Is this broken-window talk?
There is a sad loneliness in hotels. Do U feel it too?
Here, I packed this Frankenstein tote with lots of moisturizer
& vitamin D.
the language of your
appearance & the lack of. I’m trying to forgive
and look a little convinced. You remind me again to write the
letter,
Boo!
I do, and I want to join your club
so I walk with you while you try to drink
and swim.
Ah, the talons of summer, scratching everyone’s skin.
Ages & real names are making a come back. I always enter
what hasn’t happened yet.
Just look at them. Nothing fits anymore.
And those who are dead, grow. Is it easy to quit a job
and sunlight?
Is this broken-window talk?
There is a sad loneliness in hotels. Do U feel it too?
Here, I packed this Frankenstein tote with lots of moisturizer
& vitamin D.
“this poem has nothing to do with you, in 60 words.. more or less”
Embrace the darkness in which we roam. There isn’t a new church
In the woods;
Only ancient, garnet flickers. I looked. The deer, a mural on water. Dew-drops
In someone’s hair. Volumising the lift - we squeal! The moments sparkle & glow
Horror vacui in the night, all night. We pump & jump. Molecular memories.
In the woods;
Only ancient, garnet flickers. I looked. The deer, a mural on water. Dew-drops
In someone’s hair. Volumising the lift - we squeal! The moments sparkle & glow
Horror vacui in the night, all night. We pump & jump. Molecular memories.
Aug 9, 2015
"U don't know where u met me"
but it got u into ancient greek
everything facsimiles eventually and blurs the history of the valley, the freeway, the you, — messing around with death, using Gmail with god screens & savers
making birds speak marketplace &
Himalayan in the same accent.
Skip to content
ask me if i got it for satan ask me if
the daylight rn is a prayer i forgot to rough draft
to me u feel like a low grade burning
and u r probably getting sunburns w/clones and that witch that looks like a kind of 90s Woolf when she was the last sort of cool thing u remember happening.
nah. what really happened is i started writing something decent and i lost it because i am having a hard time with copy and paste on this new dellerina
so what’s Happening? another great scary growth in a new suburban house? I’m trying to see you but u are standing between two car headlights. Headlights. — machine light i now fall from
blind
signals
buildings are a rough mouth
conversations
form
systems
pool
alien designs
sit in your lungs
and what about the animal bites
i take arms against the 139 remix
america repeats
@midnight i turn into 0. 0. 08 GB
misunderstood
everything facsimiles eventually and blurs the history of the valley, the freeway, the you, — messing around with death, using Gmail with god screens & savers
making birds speak marketplace &
Himalayan in the same accent.
Skip to content
ask me if i got it for satan ask me if
the daylight rn is a prayer i forgot to rough draft
to me u feel like a low grade burning
and u r probably getting sunburns w/clones and that witch that looks like a kind of 90s Woolf when she was the last sort of cool thing u remember happening.
nah. what really happened is i started writing something decent and i lost it because i am having a hard time with copy and paste on this new dellerina
so what’s Happening? another great scary growth in a new suburban house? I’m trying to see you but u are standing between two car headlights. Headlights. — machine light i now fall from
blind
signals
buildings are a rough mouth
conversations
form
systems
pool
alien designs
sit in your lungs
and what about the animal bites
i take arms against the 139 remix
america repeats
@midnight i turn into 0. 0. 08 GB
misunderstood
Jul 26, 2015
"we navigate into saturday nite, as victims line up to write the wrong poem"
i’m in reverse and you are backtracking
okay. tell it. i am listening
joan of arc logged into pretty
i have drugs and i want to make it with you
we were put in that war
hero slicing
violence in the only pay phone
sympathize with sharks stuffed full of plastics
i hit the glass and fly involuntarily toward that stairwell
i see you there
signaling storms
on ice
your biggest irrational fear
the gnostic dollar sign dangling over my dash
i’ve been an ocean sucked into a tornado
religion is me kissing fear
the base of your skull
flat printed-circuitry
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