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Monday, March 23rd, 2009

PLEASE READ COMMENTS BELOW!!!

The following came as a spam comment for the previous post. It didn’t take long to get spammed but I really liked this one. Quite a nice little story. I may have to use it one day as a theatre piece.

I.
The first time it happened, Adam was in the office gym. It was not his regular gym, but a small one high up on the silent upper floors. As he walks out, a piece of jagged metal in his hand grazes the arm of one of the corporate sentries, one of the unsmiling men who moves in the strange silent world of the upper floors. A deep gash in the skin that reveals, not blood and flesh, but a gleaming silver fluid, endlessly swirling, like molten metal. Adam is terrified. Then something hits him, and he rememberes nothing more until he comes around in a strange corridor with wide bell-shaped vases standing against the walls. He returns to work, and in the coming days convinces himself it was all a dream. But he still has that piece of jagged metal he picked up. And he remembers, weeks later, when a man is found dead in the strange corridor with wide vases against the wall, his body covered in welts the shape of long, curved eyes.

passing time

Sunday, October 19th, 2008

a still night
a small fright
will you be there
through this moonlight?

nandi handi nad-had dandi hand

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008

handi

I’ve rulled a line on the page

and we’ll all celebrate today

the minds work at rest and play

has it been such a rainy day?

another page

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008

another page

BROKE

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008

Sunkt free
for whats this rhythm to be?

melted and his cred
got no grammeri
Shakespere Blake
you’ve got notches in their wake

Amanda parsons all fired up for the jimbob fettish
lore thats breakin out
on that
that
that
essssssssshhhhhhhhyyyaaaa
CUT
BROKE.

toke up!
thasts my concession
for all us in here we’ve got all the possible expression
it’s not for me to weild nostalgia
for primitive conscripts
it’s all you need in a land of pelopules
You’ve got its all by the balls
when the table white rides your warmth constrite
how many times have you been riding the waver production of ‘Thats new?”
all in a days words we’ve forgotten
that there is lie in all our minds of
‘already’ consumption of I want it
now?
Dont you?
What where it really bellows the frame of black on white
with angles of freedom presses into tight spces with chips and
sauses of curry tom yum cha

violins dress out and out with our
endless cool…
lasting….
till we desire to be warm again
sunshine lets us step in peace
from the threats of ghosts
in suits of poison, black grey and gowm

you’ve seen it!?

in your town
when we hide faces inside the other glass places!
I’ve gotten lonely in the past days
of my own need to be someone.

worDdöpPlay

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008

bolted by a new sensationalism
drien to the riven core speculation
holden to the burke system jism
itsa lotsa up ya chism
institutional pro vocalism
lasting impression hasn’t caught the cat in the kitchen
but you’ve not rested all the past ticken
time by notching has rancked your system up the ditchen
you wanna bake more
but you’ve got to get to that core

or……

what…?

It’s not like the mostofyouva
got no chance in getting a hold on yesterdays movements
so when’s the images gonna calm down
there perocious squelching in your synched tech town?
my gets ya all funcked and fur
it’s part junk
and part her

what’s it to ya bird?
You’ve no regrets under this net
effective training session
Probably just fucked up to ya
mustn’t ditch and that’s where i’ll be pitch’n
the practi-chal listing in your jeramia sitchin

yo!!

So… I could descend

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008

So. I could descend into drunkenness.
Fall. Flailing on the ground like a ribbon of speckles
blasted into this time of rumbles and desires
desires for that smooth
kontrol

ya?

This that it’s more kind in the sci-lense
most up this wall is pushin into heart chance touch
discovery approach that satisfrys the drive before time

chance today?

another one after another after another and all one after another after another
one.
you may kill cool with the zeal of which drives so deep
it’s waking dreaming
along song lines of passion
lust for discovery
Justice disproved along the lost fence
we’ll all roll in the parks of rocks and spinifex
taunting our shadows into coloured orbs
Zigzaging with togetherness
nourishing maya
In death seeing truth vibrating alone
spinning the wheel of fortune.