fescist rants about overt power structures contest willing notions of understandable loss and unprojected future earnings, but never stand on end at any county fairs large enough to promote such foolish acts of mass gratis. seemingly infinite reaches sit in a posture reserved for wise old dolts of speed finger exercise mathematics and tend to [...]
I lost my rock and roll for a swollen cuff iron binds my limbs, sweet thing torture of dull the trick the fallacy I’m fooled for I am here pretense this, before it ever happened and that will give it legitimacy in most states not recognized by the crown. They took away my radio privileges [...]
swim the plastic Ocean – surf the infinite cosm the limits fade as Truth comes in sight trial by fire, justice through knowledge let the rod fertilize the fields life thrives on death death is life live it grand. Editor’s note - written circa 1995
cotton the fourty seven degree inkling of thinking but tricking the logical senses and bending the surface that separates the regions which we cannot face with our hearts or we would swallow total destruction of the structures that keep our conscious selves upright run away, far from here, for today is the end of all [...]
byzantine behemoth awashes coldness pretentious fly excursions across northern Alaska seem to deaden the soul of Woman in a way that proceeds any formal introduction or rubbing of affectionate heat the plasticity of such makes and breaks the decent man of integrity or else the pattern of conscious pseudo-intellect augments the moon ego so that [...]
the world of power will try to exert control upon its subjects wants, desires entertaining false needs slowly covering the senses until one day the wool is mistaken for reality at the moment death suspends itself as a new place is inhabited by illusion with direct lines of manipulation from our brothers’ and sisters’ minds [...]
In spite of direct dependencies on that which only the five senses can communicate, the wretched undead felt for on ecstatic moment the abstraction of their reality – that it was the superficial upon which they dined, not the colorous content nor the pure light of reality, merely the distracting surface – penetrate the border, [...]
May the Sun, in its grand dynamics, call out the edge so that it may be seen on orange days when the fuzz of boredom explains away the rain and the once funny drudgery is no longer a decent place to hand out a free love that shares a stoney sidewalk block, a square that [...]