no matter how hard
you fuck me
it'll never
be
enough
................................
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Y'all Cats Be Rocking Y'all Shit
separate thought here
you said you like cats
that was
all i could think of was cats after that
mark the chinese lawyer
he didnt seem to know
sara silverman
you said you like cats
that was
all i could think of was cats after that
mark the chinese lawyer
he didnt seem to know
sara silverman
LET'S NOT FORGET WHY WE'RE HERE
for ThomasMoronic
that's why they call them destroyers
you know
a boy like that
i think i'd do anything
he said
do you think they know?
and by the time they do
they don't
that boy
thats the kind
you write poems about
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that's why they call them destroyers
you know
a boy like that
i think i'd do anything
he said
do you think they know?
and by the time they do
they don't
that boy
thats the kind
you write poems about
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A STRING OF THINGS I SAID WHEN NO ONE WAS THERE
(i guess i'll clean this shit up later)
part I
1.
i can tell
you're bored with me
now.
old leather
callouses into familiar shapes
and you can see
what it is
more clearly
now.
what was so supple
at first.
new lovers
always seem so remarkable,
incredible people really.
now you see me
for what
I am.
nothing much,
really.
2.
it's like I'm just
sitting now.
sitting in a passenger seat.
quiet.
3.
our conversation
ended.
"TTYL"
our conversation ended.
you ended it.
it always seems so impersonal
now. too...
casual.
perhaps.
4.
you've become
and expert
at
maintaining
a proper
distance
---------
protective
barrier
part II
1.
I keep establishing father figures whom i want
approval from, that's my pattern.
NO WAIT, that's not true.
i seem to want approval from everyone always,actually.
this is my predictable pattern, but the father figure thing
is a recurring theme.
(audible sigh, prolonged)
what the fuck is the matter with me?
2.
i dont like who i am
when i like someone.
3.
this is probably going to kill me.
seriously.
boys.
part III
1.
my mother
told me not to say
i hate(d)
things people things people situations
i used to have a friend
(no really!)
who would always say
"hate's a strong word",
when I'd say
i hated _______.
hate.
hate.
hate.
hate.
hate.
hate
hate.
i hate that shit.
2.
i thought maybe
a cup of coffee would make me feel
better.
maybe some comfort food
eh. sometimes.
caffeine don't make up for it.
sometimes.
3.
stupid shit
ASS|FOOD|RELIEF i have learned that there are
things you don't get in the way of with a man.
thats what happened with you
father figure.
part I
1.
i can tell
you're bored with me
now.
old leather
callouses into familiar shapes
and you can see
what it is
more clearly
now.
what was so supple
at first.
new lovers
always seem so remarkable,
incredible people really.
now you see me
for what
I am.
nothing much,
really.
2.
it's like I'm just
sitting now.
sitting in a passenger seat.
quiet.
3.
our conversation
ended.
"TTYL"
our conversation ended.
you ended it.
it always seems so impersonal
now. too...
casual.
perhaps.
4.
you've become
and expert
at
maintaining
a proper
distance
---------
protective
barrier
part II
1.
I keep establishing father figures whom i want
approval from, that's my pattern.
NO WAIT, that's not true.
i seem to want approval from everyone always,actually.
this is my predictable pattern, but the father figure thing
is a recurring theme.
(audible sigh, prolonged)
what the fuck is the matter with me?
2.
i dont like who i am
when i like someone.
3.
this is probably going to kill me.
seriously.
boys.
part III
1.
my mother
told me not to say
i hate(d)
things people things people situations
i used to have a friend
(no really!)
who would always say
"hate's a strong word",
when I'd say
i hated _______.
hate.
hate.
hate.
hate.
hate.
hate
hate.
i hate that shit.
2.
i thought maybe
a cup of coffee would make me feel
better.
maybe some comfort food
eh. sometimes.
caffeine don't make up for it.
sometimes.
3.
stupid shit
ASS|FOOD|RELIEF i have learned that there are
things you don't get in the way of with a man.
thats what happened with you
father figure.
Friday, October 24, 2008
ORIGINAL DEFINITIONS PT. 1
CYMBALTA: Island in the Adriatic populated entirely by angry gender dysphoric goats. Even with inferior technology, these plucky goats have fended off human settlement for centuries.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Tentacular Spactacular vol. 6 - CUTTLEFISH
We take a turn with the Cephalopods once more. The most intelligent group invertebrates, these molluscs are easily recognized by their multiple tentacles. This group of the Cephalopods, the Cuttlefish (order Sepiidae)is not as well known as their relatives the squid and octopus. They are predatory on smaller sea creatures, squirt ink, and only live (at most) for 2 years. Here's a gallery of some of my favorite. Enjoy!
Sepia officionalis
FLAMBOYANT CUTTLEFISH (Metasepia pfefferi)
PAJAMA SQUID (Sepioloidea lineolata)... really a cuttlefish!
OTHERS
Sepia latimanus
Sepia latimanus
Sepia pharaonis
Sepia apama
Sepia apama
Sepia apama
Sepia officionalis
FLAMBOYANT CUTTLEFISH (Metasepia pfefferi)
PAJAMA SQUID (Sepioloidea lineolata)... really a cuttlefish!
OTHERS
Sepia latimanus
Sepia latimanus
Sepia pharaonis
Sepia apama
Sepia apama
Sepia apama
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
this poem wasnt very good, so i ended it
(and dedicated it to my uncle dennis)
butterflies on saccharine wings
(what a horrible line)
grasping piercing pincers
(there's that beetle imagery again)
dennis
are trying to kill me dennis
drag me to hell
only your blood
will save me
pincers
a million
billion fluttering cotton candy
petal thin wings dennis
fuck this poem
it had potential when i started
what happened to me in the preceding minute dennis?
i still like the graphic of
millions of pink
paper butterflies
like diaphanous sweet and low packets
dragging me to hell
punishing my
doe eyed affections dennis
artificial sweeteners kill
dennis
i think this poem has lost its way again dennis
i was trying to express
how
watching jesse talk to mark
made me want to cry
and then i
called myself a pussy
and this poem
ended
butterflies on saccharine wings
(what a horrible line)
grasping piercing pincers
(there's that beetle imagery again)
dennis
are trying to kill me dennis
drag me to hell
only your blood
will save me
pincers
a million
billion fluttering cotton candy
petal thin wings dennis
fuck this poem
it had potential when i started
what happened to me in the preceding minute dennis?
i still like the graphic of
millions of pink
paper butterflies
like diaphanous sweet and low packets
dragging me to hell
punishing my
doe eyed affections dennis
artificial sweeteners kill
dennis
i think this poem has lost its way again dennis
i was trying to express
how
watching jesse talk to mark
made me want to cry
and then i
called myself a pussy
and this poem
ended
fuck me
someone told me
that fucking me
was like fucking
a corpse
who was that?
it was you
its okay
you were right
i was dead then
lets try it again
keep fucking
until i
come alive again
i swear it'll work
that fucking me
was like fucking
a corpse
who was that?
it was you
its okay
you were right
i was dead then
lets try it again
keep fucking
until i
come alive again
i swear it'll work
