November 2011
2 posts
People love machines in 2011 A.D.
But even the machines can see we are dead.
We’re pitifully predictable and hopelessly disposable.
The cycle never ends.
Its like chasing smoke or staring into fogged mirrors.
An endless labyrinth of networks.
One day perhaps, we’ll unplug from the system,
To find that we were only the dream of a machine.
“Let Me Forget About Today, Until Tomorrow”
August 2011
5 posts
- Like Skinny Puppy on Crack
“You have the darkest eyes I’ve ever seen. I don’t know if I believe...”
Experience With Death
A few years ago, after a long day of hard physical labor, I was winding down for the evening. I sat down on the couch. I never made it to my bed, I fell asleep right there.
At about 3am I woke suddenly from a deep sleep with the worst pain I had ever experienced. I was like something was pressing a hot hot blade into my guts and dragging it slowly.
I tried to get up. It didn’t work. I was...
Sometimes Memories Make Us Who We Are...
I’m walking through the darkness, toward a distant light. It seems like I’ve been walking for a lifetime, but I’ve made little progress. I haven’t the slightest clue what awaits for me in the light. All I know is that I long to be there… In the dead lights.
When I finally make it there, the iridescence white light washes over me, penetrates me and embraces me. Freed...
One Word... Nihilism.
July 2011
1 post
I have a mask I like to wear.
One of many masks.
This mask however, is grotesque.
Matted hair, leather and steel … rust and tusks.
It smells bad and it hurts to wear.
However, the power it holds when I slip it on.
The frayed ends of sanity.
Am I a reflection of the beast , or has the beast become a reflection of me ?
June 2011
7 posts
I haven’t spoken to a single person in two days.
Only to a computer screen for a few minutes , if that really counts.
It’s a hard realization that you have become isolated. That you haven’t talked to or seen your nuclear family in almost a year. Likewise with your friends, their gone, forgotten or dead.
I live inside a mental cave.
I’m not growing up , I’m just...
“Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless - like water. Now you put water into a...”
– Bruce Lee
Mother, do you think they’ll drop the bomb? Mother, do you think they’ll like this song? Mother, do you think they’ll try to break my balls? Mother, should I build the wall?
Mother, should I run for President? Mother, should I trust the government? Mother, will they put me in the firing line? Is it just a waste of time? Hush now baby, baby, don’t you cry Momma’s...
Am I not what you expected?
If you wanna find out whats behind these cold eyes , you’ll just have to claw your way through this disguise.
“The soldier, above all other people, prays for peace, for he must suffer and...”
“I love the infantry because they are the underdogs. They are the...”
May 2011
4 posts
Too much noise..
Too much commotion
but I don’t have to scream, because a long time ago I learned that if a man has enough power he can speak softly and everyone will listen.
I once remember looking down while having sex, to see a woman with blue hair and cats eyes beneath me.
If this is my reality… where do the nightmares end and reality begin?
Thought of the day…
An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind
The Nurse Who Loved Me
Say hello to the rug’s topography It holds quite a lot of interest with your face down on it Say hello to the shrinking in your head You can’t see it but you know its there so don’t neglect it I’m taking her home with me, all dressed in white She’s got everything I need… pharmacy keys She’s falling hard for me, I can see it in her eyes She acts...
April 2011
8 posts
“ When all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed.”
So the other day, I’m standing in the express checkout line at Walmart, when this juiced up guy enters the line behind me.
He has a shopping cart. In the cart is about 75 pounds of free weights, nothing else.
It just struck me as odd that he couldn’t carry them seeing how that is what is intention for them is anyway.
As I have been watching a great deal of old science fiction films recently, the thought has crossed my mind, that many of the central plots of these films seem to be light hearted and laughable by today’s standards, however they were once seen as plausible threats.
Totalitarian governments and distopia futures, with our currently mind set we mock such possibilities, however the road to hell...
““Our bodies are prisons for our souls. Our skin and blood, the iron bars...”
– The Fountain
Time Baby 3 - Medicine
Sometimes it rains inside my head All the words run dry Walls are breathing hands are reaching up To touch my thigh No they don’t have to take you away No they don’t have to take you away
Sometimes it’s bright inside my head Just like the spark in my eyes And hands are breathing ones are reaching up Cause that’s the time we rise No they don’t have to take...
Prophetically Mundane....
Last night, as I lay in the darkness , trying to avoid the few beams of moonlight that have found their way through my blinds….
I had been suffering from a migraine all day long and well into the night. Although I was in a great deal of pain I was reluctant to take pain medications. I do not like taking pills.
My wife, to no avail had been trying to get me to take some Advil the entire...
