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2 21:10
December, 2013
the river flows with no form, no four corners like those of an old chessboard, black against white, two opponents gathering up pawns to play
21:11
a game—the same game selected by soldiers, swordsmen and gunmen alike—along the course of an hour or an infinity, whichever whenever, as all
21:12
time stands still, as still as stonewall jackson, representing the audacious, the offensive, the defensive battle against all superior odds,
21:14
omitting those inferior means of retaliation, like the circulation of socioeconomic patterns swung and missed during two worldwide wars, the
21:17
narrow spiritual runway designated with asphalt and laminated with ultra-violence, the botanical garden that was once under construction now
December 2013 / 2
21:23
being demolished at the hands of mild-mannered philanthropists… these hippies have been picketing— camera-wielding—filming the most important
21:43
moments of their culture and its history, a history of violence, of darwinian evolution, of schoolyards and playgrounds turned battlefields,
21:50
where blue and yellow are stained with flowing red, red flowing like the river—no form, nor four corners as on an old chessboard—red flowing
22:58
against black, against white, two opponents gathering up their guns, their fingers twisting around triggers, ready to fire, the bolt and the
23:03
working parts held to the rear, and to the life of a deceased nobleman is this duel dedicated… he had three children and wrote several books
23:10
about mushroom hunting as well as the spirituality of mycology… controversially his body of work is sometimes interpreted as a fusion of six
23:16
different elements, all of which exist only in ether… either ether or subarachnoid space… this space is one of twentyone burial grounds for
December 2013 / 3
23:25
the dead, the dead who reside in enzymology, underlying
the
regulation
of
proteins
in
the
bloodstream, the river full of flavoring extracts, 23:31
usually fruity and with various greenish shades, like a botanical garden constructed then demolished at the hands of hippies—not hippies but
23:38
‘xippies,’ your typical generation x hippies—a private residence centered on the celebration of human sexuality, restrained only by a light-
23:57
bronze coloration, restrained by rust—by a rusted metal structure defining the wounded warriors who aimed their golden guns at the stars and
rd
3 00:20
December, 2013
exploded into chunks of shrapnel, and somewhere in vietnam, an olive tree is planted next to a river… the perfume river runs across the city
00:38
of huế, in the province of thừa thiên–huế, where orchard flowers in the fall fall into the water and give the river a perfume-like aroma… so
00:38
RT
@ladygaga So excited, gonna post a film by Todd
Tourso, Reggie Know, Rob English, Kenneth Robin. Its called "FORMULATION" and is for my fragrance FAME
December 2013 / 4
00:54
as fragrant as a tasselflower—a fiery, continuous need within nature, within a wooded valley, among the yellow pines, the summer resorts and
01:00
flower shops that she, his love, did love so much… when she had an abortion, he knew and tricked her into confessing it, and then their bond
01:08
became forever broken, irreparable, a parable of the sower or a castle enclosed in baptismal robes… both the king and the queen were killed…
19:25
now they’re ghosts, and now their ghosts—bright blue in moonlight—roam among the yellow pines, blurs of blue and yellow stained with flowing
19:30
red, tones and hues, rods and cones lined up along the side of the road, the narrow spiritual runway designated with asphalt, laminated with
19:36
ultraviolet light, so sleek and shapely, all geometry— graphs, images, and vectors produced by the pressure technique of a closed subspace of
19:46
ancient times and ancient names: scopula, scomo, godego, gorsha, arbus, axius… soon there will be nothing left of the district, the district
19:52
that includes unwanted vegetables, fruits, legumes, and nuts, all delivered to inflammatory cells at a certain speed faster than that of the
December 2013 / 5
19:55
brief vacancy following the death, the death of the establishment—the death of the author and the birth of the reader and the declaration of
20:01
a text’s unity lying not in its origin but instead in its destination, according to barthes, at least… and according to cage, duration is an
20:06
essential component, and according to the cage in search of a bird—no, the bird in search of a cage—the cage most ideal would be a watershed
th
4 00:22
December, 2013
between an expanding and a contracting universe—our observationally flat universe, absent of any detectable global curvature, overwrought by
00:28
scattered thunderstorm machines, such powerful and prominent public figures, neon icons… a syntactical tree composed of paniyas and kurumas,
00:44
an encounter with the foundation of freelance spelunking, a national television campaign promoting the preservation of details that could be
00:52
lost due to limiting contrast ratios… these phenomena and more become airborne and skyrocket straight to stardom, the twinkling little stars
December 2013 / 6
01:11
like hurt and certain others, sharing similarities in shape and color, feeding primarily off of dreams and traditions, beauty and glamor… if
01:16
the stars were starfishes, then their natural habitat would be the open ocean, its waters either a deep purple or a very pale yellow… out in
01:29
the open ocean, the xebecs rejoice, though they are visible only from the coast of antarctica, the snowcapped edge of an imagistic landscape
01:52
where beautiful is nothing and hurt is everything, and all that remains is limestone and cement, a creepy bearlike monster lurking somewhere
01:53
dark and cold—thick, fast, and young, a new subsection of the old war breakout, the endless ethnic cleansing and perpetual synthetic science
01:57
merged with wealth, power, and fame, an armored cabin waiting to be occupied… there can be no antidote for selfgovernment, whose nature—the
02:02
nature
of
enquiry—is
an unspeakably dangerous
proverb, available for download and threatened by canopy cover, threatened by the slaughter of 02:20
plastic bottles, botswana, both a window farm and a trickster god… but your purple mountain of majesty has been dethroned, and the game—yes,
December 2013 / 7
02:24
the same game selected by soldiers, guns just the same as swords—has been launched… its rules are simplex but allegedly linked to witchcraft
02:31
in
some
form…
investigations
are
currently
being
conducted… yes, no valid evidence has yet been found, much unlike the boy who’d drown’d one 02:39
sunny afternoon in his next-door neighbor’s backyard aboveground pool, afloat like a starfish from the open ocean or like a greened leaf in
02:39
a browning river—the river that decomposes gooey mainstream glop and is in and of itself composed of multiple maritime radio data modems and
02:45
omni-directional antennae, crisscrossing and zigzagging over each other like computerized railroad infrastructures… hundreds of thousands of
02:51
funds must be raised every year in order to keep the river flowing, flowing red against blue against yellow against black against white, two
02:54
opponents gathering up pawns armed with golden guns to play the game whose rules are simplex but allegedly linked to witchcraft in some way…
03:01
the game also offers a questing system, the first touch of much complexity still to be added—a variable multiplied by a variable equals ire,
December 2013 / 8
03:04
transgression bisected, protected in plastic bottles gone green, collectives of callous cameramen documenting that that wishes to be unseen…
19:44
theirs is a special case, connected by constructs introduced in the late twentieth century, a time of digital video systems, high-definition
20:04
algorithms and interfaces, indeterminate like the pods of a poinciana tree, as intense as burning suns in spaces topographical, topological,
20:30
interstellar, interlobular… the independent body of all ashes separated from all monsters destroyed, as cities blaze white and citizens flee
20:36
in fear, neither poison powders nor hurricane winds relenting, chaos reigning, raising questions of humanity, of justice, of purpose, and no
21:02
one seems to be safe: not the world’s seventh-greatest table-tennis player, not the sheriff with a soul of silver, not the miserable midwife
21:07
whose son was found drowned in the next-door neighbor’s backyard in-ground swimming pool on one bright sunny morning—oh, the mourning that’s
21:32
defined the midwife’s life ever since, and since her twenties, she has felt a sinking sort of absolute terror— absolute uncertainty—minimized
December 2013 / 9
21:34
only by some sense of defeat in the face of everything forced upon her so aggressively and unapologetically by this universe—this observably
22:07
flat universe, absent of any detectable global curvature—the cruel and perplexing paralysis of adulthood with all of its seemingly senseless
22:09
responsibilities, obstacles, and instances of pure heartache that have no foreseeable end, except in her death, guaranteed yet unpredictable
th
5 00:13
December, 2013
like the weather in thừa thiên–huế… the gloom-glazed skies of northeastern ohio… approximately one-quarter of all households are occupied by
00:39
somebody living alone at sixty-five years of age or older, whether a widow or a widower, a compiler or a database management system, a robin
00:39
or a raven, a banana or a papaya, chrysomeloidea or chrysomelidae, johnnie range or johnny rotten… red apples blacken with rot and drop onto
01:13
green grass, the soil shaped into either spheres or pyramids reaching skyward to the clouds, earth unearthed at the eleventh and final hour…
December 2013 / 10
01:19
RT
@tao_lin The Hunger Games seems like a cross
between Congo, Jurassic Park, Lord of the Rings, Truman Show, The Hobbit, Robin Hood, Armageddon, Avatar
01:29
of vishnu, the hindu god of universal preservation—an avatar is an angle, right at ninety degrees fahrenheit, thirty-two degrees celsius, or
02:56
however many hundred degrees kelvin… the kelvin flows south to dullatur bog where it falls into a manmade trench, takes a ninety-degree turn
03:08
flowing west along the northern boundary of the bog parallel with the universe where there are no laws of motion nor alternatives to reality
03:15
teevee, the great escape, grape ape, grape ape, but now i know how funky phantom felt—it’s not all so cartoon catchphrase simple, to see and
03:26
to be seen, tales unfolding scene after scene after scene, the aristotelian arc like a stone pillar gradually deteriorating before our eyes,
03:33
recognizing the fragile fate of ghosts on retinas, shadowy veils of illumination, illusions of grandeur remixed, mirages of heroes with many
December 2013 / 11
03:56
thousand faces—all interchangeable, indistinguishable from one to the other—but just one weapon: a rusted rapier, its tear and wear defining
04:01
the wounded warriors who fired their coal-black cannonballs at the milk-bottle moon and watched as it exploded into shards of shrapnel, long
04:07
moonless nights ending in dogfights, cockfights, barfights, the zero dollars, the infinite wishes, rough and rusty like the edge of a rapier
04:31
sharpened over the course of history, the past dwelling deep within us, and all of the sudden we miss everyone, sudden death equaling sudden
04:38
victory via shootout procedures, golden goals, and kicking competitions—no, we the wounded are not afraid to die, nor is the world a cold or
04:42
deadly place where growth, flow, and balance bear no importance to the durability or utility of any finished product, be it a soldering iron
04:51
or an iron lung, a lungful of bullets bringing breathing to a stop, a drop, a fog, the fog of war as gray as an old warhorse whipped one too
04:55
many times mistaken by this collective projection, this manifestation of under-education in ghana yawning with comfy darfur like a vitriolic
December 2013 / 12
04:59
vendetta standing by as the airplanes fly over the watchtowers, night-guards waking to the aria of the engine—the sun’s injured sound engine
07:31
an enigma longing to be deciphered… to be desecrated means to be liberated, to feel dejected means to feel reminded, to want the love of the
07:39
other means to want the love of the self—selfannihilation, self-bastardization, self-continuation, selfdevaluation, self-evaluation, self-
07:58
fixation, illumination,
self-globalization, self-justification,
self-hydration,
self-
self-laceration,
self-
mutilation, self-narration, self08:04
observation, self-popularization, self-qualification, selfretardation,
self-suffocation,
self-termination,
self-
undulation, self-violation, 08:11
self-zeration… your potential is endless, but your lifespan is not… everything to lose, nothing to be done… the ellipsis… the eclipse… these
08:13
parts form a whole, a whole river flowing formlessly, carelessly, onlookers watching its motion enviously, then suddenly, a bright explosion
December 2013 / 13
21:04
in the sky, from the sky, le cercle du ciel à la fin de siècle, icicles forming from frostbitten clouds, melting at the base, breaking apart
21:12
and hailing down upon the people of chicago who take cover and pride in skyscrapers—monuments of urbanism, an individualism, the republic of
21:19
the university, home to uruguayan novelists, journalists, poets, translators,
and
authors
alike—unlike
the
composite
communities of san lio, 21:24
san isidro, san mariano, san vicente, san xian, or the campaniles of florence, unwed sailors shipwrecked on copper islands, isolated, hoping
21:30
to have their ruby wishes granted, golden cities gleaming with extravagance, the extraordinary nature of hyper-reality, the motherly and the
21:38
daughterly, lovely as the daughters of the lonesome isle, the memory unavailable to the general public, the plethora of plant species placed
22:01
at the peak of the mountain—au sommet de la montagne—capped with snow, snjór, theluji, tuyết… language barriers exist only for those who are
22:04
incapable of seeing beyond them, beyond the blacksmith’s son, a performer as much as a playwright on the stage of the world, the state of an
December 2013 / 14
23:37
unholy union, trillions of dollars in debt and decadence, luxurious self-indulgence inspired by the poetics of computerized publishing arms,
23:41
extending towards a new and hazy horizon of rushing waters, so iridescent and marvelous, rainbows caught within waterfalls, summertime sites
23:57
to be seen and to see… to be sought out, inhabited, intensified as a result of some contact with the cage, the cage in search of a bird—yes,
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December, 2013
the cage in search of a bird—the cage most ideal, a watershed between the months of march and april, when the orange sun rises and shines on
00:39
a type of travel in a virtual paradise, utopia digitalis, kaleidoscopic
and
brilliantly colorful
environments
of
vectors, images, and graphs 00:42
produced by the peer-reviewed pressurization of an open interactive subspace of ancient stories of ancient beings: angels, centaurs, sirens,
00:47
succubae… promethean daemons studying pythagorean theorems, theologists running rampant like the likes of richard dawkins, an untitled piece
December 2013 / 15
00:50
by donald judd, male-dominated minimalism in opposition to machine-dominated masochism… titanium tongues torn out and discarded to the dump…
00:57
RT @NotJeffKoons If you have a vision of what you want your life to become, I am confident that you can make that vision a reality, as long as you buy my art
02:00
because my art is more than a mere marketing ploy—it is a
complex
synthesis
architecture
proudly
erected,
towering high above all the masses 02:10
of aesthetic characters fulfilling the ideological roles assigned to them, lives symbolized, signifiers signified, deciduous forests drained
02:13
dry by bathtub bootleggers looking to brew a quick buck… the quicksilver supercomputer detects a bug somewhere in the system, zaps it black,
02:18
a burnt body no longer buzzing, no longer longing for the feeling of ecstasy brought about by the grand whitish light, its electric song, an
02:31
awe-inspiring, all-encompassing banjo ballad, strings being strummed beside the river, the river that sings its own song—a song of stone, an
02:37
aristocrat’s experience of civil war, red versus blue versus yellow, everything unnamed and nameless anything, anybody can have a good time—
December 2013 / 16
02:48
the circus clown, the golfer, the sober actuary, the prisoner poet, the andalusian dog, the pedophilic rhetorician, the malevolent cannibal,
02:53
the daredevil, the modern barbarian, the panhandler, the hotel manager, the sugar salesman, the silent sandman, the absent-minded loner, the
03:11
coldhearted stranger, the internet bard, the visionary, the revolutionary, the local yokel, the shopaholic, the fisherman, the optimist, the
03:13
immigrant, the legendary laborer, the defeated outsider—all of these bodies and others are capable of achieving true joy and contentment, no
03:26
matter how swiftly they may fail... there must be a winner and there must be a loser—two opponents gathering up cream-white cylinders, bone-
03:36
hard like the exoskeletons of brittle bugs crawly-creeping across carpet, hidden amongst stains left untouched, the red of wine with the red
03:43
of blood spilt from split lips, the lips of the deceased—kissed by six different elements of the game with its simplex rules and its alleged
03:54
links to witchcraft, policing our pets and talking to our friends… my friend [xxxxxx] is so much better than i am but still she talks to me…
December 2013 / 17
04:04
a burdensome and unintelligent individual who does not deserve the friends he has… he has left us alone, but shafts of light sometimes grace
04:10
the corner of our rooms… roll out the barrels of beer and let us dance—let us step outside on one bright sunny morning and mourn our losses…
18:38
the loss of old feelings left for dead, new emotions pioneered,
engineered
by
tender
button-mashers
maintaining the river’s flow—downstream, 20:36
downstream, deeper and deeper… flashes on and out over the water… fond of doing or don’ting, keeping distance from distant relatives—it been
20:37
a long time now, cousin, how ya been, girl, staying strong, sundrenched, blurs of red, white, and gold, stripes of red, white, and turquoise
20:44
blending with bars of pink, purple, and primrose—shades so poorly understood by the likes of logicians, linguists, langoliers, lollygaggers,
20:49
and lumberjacks, large bronze statues of fearsome dictators and professional wrestlers protected by the mother sun, a glowing orb above each
20:53
barrio, every ghetto with its streets of gray, ghosts of gangs of neglected men, their misery bubbling beneath a heating lamp, the stench of
December 2013 / 18
21:05
festering flesh, raisin’d meat-slices rising like dough, the dead presidents of a downtrodden nation, overexposure to the skins of soldiers,
21:24
the hides of distant relatives—it been better now than it been before, but anything be possible… mortality… motion sickness… sleet-storms in
21:29
the summertime… when the summer ends, then so will we, we who wander the winterton, the wimbledon, the back-andforth of the bomb when it is
21:46
dropped and a match is lit, nowhere where anybody is safe: not johnny a, not mike b, not mike c, not steve e, not darrin j, not jamie m, not
21:50
gerry v, not rich a, not damon b, not drew h, not les l, not greg m, not mike m, not paul n, not rafael p, not rolando r, not bob s, not don
22:02
d… no man lands where landfills form, the trash of one’s triumph found buried below the surface of a systematic bacteriostatic antibiotic—no
22:08
dosage without discretion, no free form, no four corners as on an old chessboard—the battle begun, the treaty torn apart by the hungry hands
December 2013 / 19
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of warmongering heathens, the road running from the summit of the suburb to the end of the underground, silver bullets bound for the heavens
03:36
stemmed from the imaginations of men greater than most, legends among the living, a castle within a cathedral within a crematorium, a mirror
03:51
within a mirror, parts forming a whole irrigation system, fifteen miles of aqueducts—aquaculture, the appropriation of preexisting materials
04:11
related to safety, education, and enlightenment—complete spiritual rejuvenation, stalks of bamboo grown from piles of horseshit… somewhere a
04:23
melody
arises,
crescendo,
decrescendo,
crescendo,
decrescendo, ad infinitum… what gertrude stein looks like now, she never looked like then… 04:29
what alice toklas wrote on one page, she never wrote again… still lives like laughter lines pressed into her profile, physiognomy as psycho-
04:41
geography, a pink tongue a glimmering blade chiseling charcoal with ease, with a turtle in a murky pond, algae all around, swamp songstress…
December 2013 / 20
21:11
RT
@JODYHiGHROLLER
MAKE
SURE
YOUR
FiNGERNAiLS ARE CLEAN, YOU DONT WANT TO HAVE BEiGE CAKE UNDER YOUR FiNGER NAiLS LOOKiNG LiKE THE SURFACE OF A CHiCKEN NUGGETS 21:19
three-piece piecemeal, golden delicious, dysenteries and daydreamers marching along the sand-smothered trail, words dusting up, drifting off
21:33
into a personal, multiversal semiotics—the reading of everything, the world as text, the dissolution of all barriers between the legible and
21:40
the illegible, the recognizable and the abstract—but what of the self, the i? is i abstract, or is i concrete? am the self sacred, or am the
22:09
self
profane—self-sustainable
or
insubstantial?
either
either-or or neither-nor, no holistic answer, no holy songand-dance, no prancing ab22:14
out there in the inner darkness where wooden limbs melt and the forest’s womb blooms, pulsing and breathing so steadily now, the night sky’s
22:24
stars watching over her like wise-men, three of whom have each attained the three keys to being: a language of one’s own, a shelter of one’s
December 2013 / 21
22:32
own, and an origin of one’s own—to be is to be from and to be from none is not to be, so be proud of thy past, paved with diamonds hung from
22:42
frozen ceiling fans, their blades twirling and jewels twinkling, mesmerizing… volunteered slavery has got me on the run, volunteered slavery
22:50
has got me on the run—oh, volunteered slavery, oh, volunteered slavery… panic… panic… without jazz, what is left? panic… panic… a new tempo:
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December, 2013
outdoor rugs, spikethumb frogs, surrounded islands, wrapped sidewalks, running fences, hairy wolves, world musicians, mexican municipalities
02:15
radiating with colorful healing potential, diseases once considered incurable now merely memories from years ago… some have said that life’s
02:28
a song, a whisper, a fever, a body in the darkness, the darkness in everyone, accommodated by an army of rifled mountain-men commissioned by
02:41
clouds of electrons—charged particles disturbed by stray electrons already afloat amongst train-hopping hobo craftsmen, origami artists, and
December 2013 / 22
03:25
hipster journalists in a group therapy session particularly focused on issues of indecisiveness and intrusiveness— and landscapes opened wide
03:42
in typical orgasmic atmospheric fashion… on august 17, 1914, the river was declared a liquid mammoth—massive in size, soothing in appearance
04:18
and in sound, the ground quaking beneath its four feet… sometime during the following year, the river ran out, ran dry, ran away, and nobody
04:28
knew where the water could be found: not don a, not bobby b, not rolando c, not rafael e, not paul j, not mike m, not greg v, not les a, not
04:31
drew b, not damon h, not rich l, not gerry m, not jamie n, not darrin p, not steve r, not mike s, not mike t, not john d… no man lands where
04:36
landforms fill his vision… west virginia! west virginia! it is almost time to take what’s left! it’s almost time to take what is left! girls
04:40
kissing girls! girls kissing girls! a gallery of the new postliterate, the postmodern articulate, neither knowing how to be nor knowing how
04:46
to not… a new gallery of the post-literate, them inarticulate postmodernists, knowing neither how to be nor how to not—oh but oh well, okay!
December 2013 / 23
19:25
RT @AZEALIABANKS You guys are laughing about Abe Lincoln possibly being black but that's actually a real thing people wonder u can google it. I'm not stupid.
19:30
the private school of doorknob knocks is one of the world’s
few
remaining
institutions
whose
standard
curriculum includes karate, a hospital 19:39
sport, a cooking light or a cooking dance—cutting pink steak with knives, tender meat sliced apart by impressionable tenderfoots chomping on
20:25
rings of gristle, fried fatback, golden delicious, dying of dysentery and daytime television, text messengers, words kicking up dust storms,
21:03
a drifter who wanders along the storm-stifled trail taken, whispering in ancient languages with ancient names: szuszanic, gamaic, sunampese,
21:08
vallangese, seekonkian, engellian—with our tongues twisted out from between our teeth and our eyes sliced in their sockets, we speak and see
21:23
all evil, live with caution, stay in our shelters often, venturing out only when we feel inclined to feel the sunrays against our cold skin…
21:38
my metaphysical situation is defined by metathesis—aksing for something, anything, because i feel as if i have nothing to stress or to miss…
December 2013 / 24
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December, 2013
artemis—| ɑr | t | ɨ | m | ɨ | s—goddess of the artistic, guardian of the hurt deer and the green cypress that grows upon the hill, huntress
01:17
of
acceleration,
reconnection,
turbulence,
and
electrodynamics of the moon’s interaction with the sun, the time history of events and macro01:53
scale
interactions
during
storms,
saints
sacrificing
themselves at sunrise—the rise and fall, the ebb and flow, the give and take of it all… 02:29
all stage directions lead to the same end result: the curtain call—a statement of vanitas—underwhelming in thought but inevitable in nature—
02:32
now
cut
to
blac██████████████████████████████████████████ ████████████████████████████████████████████ ███████████████████████████hen wake up,
21:22
walk to work and do your duties, take care of your body, have a balanced breakfast every morning, thank a veteran for your freedom, purchase
21:26
produce at the supermarket, recycle, rinse, repeat… glory be to the bishop of bendigo, a fixed number of digits beyond that radiant morning,
December 2013 / 25
21:29
the january sky filled with dinosaur constellations—in rage, phantasy, horror, and coitus we trust, that lovely post-coital rock ‘n’ roll in
21:31
the sack, the peeled-back potato, the three-legged race riot, where bastard sons crack up at the wandering words of men too dumb to die with
21:35
dignity—digitized, computerized, spiritualized, not fully realized—an epiphany of entropy, an orthography of phenomenology—how heideggerian!
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#hashtag
December, 2013
#heideggerian
#homeopathy
#pathological
#liars #liars #filthy #liars #all #around #the #world #and #all #across #the #universe #and 01:57
#everywhere
#imaginable
#everywhere
#digital and
disconnected from cyberspace, out of our orbit, beyond the expansive #community of users or 02:02
abusers that populate such a pixelated realm where every pixel is worth ninety-six eukaryotic cells building toward biogenesis—oryza sativa,
02:18
insecta isochlora, insolent little bitches bathing in the river lay, which forms all of the south border of the commune la meilleraie-tillay
December 2013 / 26
02:24
of the vendée department, disputes still to be settled… seventy-four, seventy-five anti-heroes whose qualities are the last expected from an
02:29
individual in certain situations, such as that of the journey to the end of the night—the night that ends in a dogfight, a cockfight, a bar-
02:38
brawl always ending in a draw, never a drawback, so get back, get back, all you haters tryin’ to take my stacks, i said you better get back,
02:43
get back, i ain’t takin’ no setbacks… to hustle is to struggle, so to struggle is to tussle with the creator—his master plan to destroy man-
02:50
kind, gentle, genteel, proper, the manners of the mindful never minded by the menders of time, its columns so fragile needing to be rebuilt…
02:53
winter bleeds into autumn bleeds into summer bleeds into spring blooms, zooming zephyrs caressing the cold souls of the weakened weekenders…
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#takemybones
December, 2013
and
#burythemintheyard
#theywillneverbefound #thousandsuponthousandsofyearsfromnow #amandressedinadarkbluesuit
where until when
December 2013 / 27
01:24
shall
arrive
to
#demolishthishouse
#stomphisshovelintotheearth… he shall
and
#findmybones and
mistake them for #aformerlover, a woman he had 01:27
once wanted to
#marry, a woman who had broken his
#heavy #heart, and he shall feel so #hurt and #disgusted by my bones that he shall #devour 01:30
them whole and replace his #skeleton with my own, every #human
#being a jagged
#bag of
#bones, posing
akimbo, wanting #nothing more than the 01:39
caress #of other bodies, #so warm, #so comforting #to #be #in the presence #of the other, #an entropic sort #of feeling #or emotion… motion,
01:44
motion is
#the motivation—just motivation, this is just
motivation, just motivation, #the solution of revolution— revolution in kiev, #out on 01:47
the dnieper river, the river on the far side, in contrast to the close river—2,145 kilometers (1,333 miles), 485 kilometers (301 miles), 700
01:53
kilometers (430 miles), 1,095 kilometers (680 miles), 115 kilometers (#71 miles), 220 meters (#720 feet), 504,000 square kilometers (195,000
01:58
#square miles), 289,000 square kilometers (112,000 square miles), 306,600 square kilometers (118,360 square miles), 92 square kilometers (36
December 2013 / 28
02:01
square miles), 67 square kilometers (26 square miles), 2,250 square kilometers (870 square miles), 567 square kilometers (219 square miles),
02:04
42 square kilometers (16 square miles), 2,155 square kilometers (832 square miles)… numbers expanding exponentially unto infinity, dreaming…
02:08
RT
@BarackObama President Obama to Congressional
Republicans: "You owe it to the American people to tell us what you are for, not just what you're against." 02:13
RT @LILBTHEBASEDGOD A lot of producers won't make it in the industry because they don't love music, only money... forgive these prodcuers for there hate - Lil B
02:18
please forgive these men who speak without their tongues for they know not what they say, and please forgive these children who frolic about
02:22
the dniester river—the close river—without worrying about the possibility of slipping, falling, and drowning, being submerged deep down into
02:25
those waters so cold, flowing, flowing cold with no warmth, no form, no four corners as on an old chessboard—just cold flowing against blue,
02:28
blue against black, two old opponents gathering up their weapons, their words used wisely, widely with caution and with #courage against the
December 2013 / 29
02:30
#cold, #grammatical structures so #old and #brittle, as #brittle as the exoskeletons of #brittle bugs crawly-creeping across carpet, #hidden
02:34
#among the
#yellowed pines,
#yellow stained
#blurs of
#with flowing
#blue and
#red, stains
#left
untouched, #the red #of wine #with the #red 03:22
of bloodied bodies
#buriedinthebackyard, the same
backyard with the same swimming pool where that same midwife’s son had been found drowned… 03:25
RT @sungtheology Seamus Heaney has died. An incredibly sad day for the world of literature. His words brought brilliance and meaning to the otherwise mundane
03:32
and meticulous marksmanship of michinaga of hyogo, of trupaz of toronto, the employee of the year at the spacecraft fabrication facility—an
03:36
orphaned asterisk listed somewhere between the lines of the
organization’s
constitution,
a
declaration
of
immobilization, of a text’s united 03:41
colors lying not between me and #america but between the text’s origin and its destination, between its destination and its duration—so says
December 2013 / 30
03:47
bartholomew, at least, and as says cage, duration is the essence, the essence most ideological with regards to the symbology of pometry, the
04:16
would-be universality of multiple verses recited by madmen, priests and bank-tellers, extinguishers of the torch… so scratches a pencil to a
04:19
page’s four corners, dull like those of a withering chessboard, two weathered opponents not playing but reflecting upon a game—the game that
04:27
they used to love to play, to draw a distance between pawns,
between
universes—be
they
expanding
or
contracting, observably flat or absently 06:49
minded—no, never minded by the menders of time, of time’s columns so fragile, so brittle like those bloodied buggy bodies buried beneath the
06:52
patio—a plastic picnic, a galloping swarm of horseflies buzzing all about… about the journey of a young iraqi girl attempting to escape from
06:55
her unfavorable fate, her air-guitar sword-swing swung, him heimlich maneuvering around the rhombic roundabout— choking chip hazard or coming
06:57
clean and sparkling white, white against black against blue against yellow against green—green like the water in the fish tank in the corner
December 2013 / 31
06:59
of the living room where music booms and suddenly meemaw better get a broom because the floor is about to get untidy here, always somewhere
07:02
where there is hardly ever any
#peace of mind, internal
organs pieced together like jigsaw puzzles, the ever-vexing situation of erik satie, 07:08
his complete compositions stashed away in the drawer of a desk in a chamber in a tower in western france—la meilleraie-tillay of the vendée…
07:17
RT
@jordan_castro up all night: ~35% crying, ~15%
working on internet stuff, ~10% reading NA literature, ~20% writing, ~.5% masturbating, ~19.5% chain smoking
th
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December, 2013
the digital clock in the corner of my computer screen strikes twelve and my sense of self is further occupied by my internet identity—my alt
21:40
alias, the little twittering bluebird deep inside my heart, pulsating and breathing so steadily now, beat by beat by beat, quieting down, to
21:45
lay down your arms, your golden guns aimed at the stars, loaded and locked, ready to fire, shoot to kill, kill or be killed, kill everybody,
December 2013 / 32
21:49
this is computer poetry, the hunter versus the hunted, two opponents gathering up their guns, thin fingers twisted around triggers, the bolt
21:52
and the other functional parts all held back to the rear like lightning—rods in a field, 1974, the inspiration behind the work of the former
21:57
owner of a dead typewriter, black ink running dry like the river that ran dry, that ran out, that none knew where to find, that darn cat and
22:04
that dang zeitgeist, zoomoozophone music and elevators alike, elevation abound, the ex-husband’s last words before ascension: “i cannot sing
22:08
well enough for you to like me enough to love me again…” to quote ralph
#waldo emerson: “i hate
quotations… tell me what you know…” do tell!
th
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December, 2013
do this, do that, do chauffeur the princess to the castle of illusion, アイラブ ミッキーマウス ふしぎのお城 大冒険 ／ アイラ ブ ドナルドダック グルジア王の秘宝… the post-politics of
02:26
slavoj žižek in a pseudo-modern era, where a text is a community whose unity lies not in its origin but in its destination, that destination
December 2013 / 33
02:32
being that castle of illusion, アイラブ ドナルドダック グルジア王の秘宝 ／ アイラブ ミッキーマウス ふしぎのお城 大冒険, リサフランク420 ／ 現代のコンピュー ／ フローラルの専門店ブート花の専門店ライブラリ地 理ECCOと悪寒ダイビング…
02:38
RT @cher Foot was majorly Bandaged,but they all had 2 B taken off 4 physical therapy.It is re bandaged & now looks like a character from SOUTH PARK !
02:52
the crisis has reached an international level, affecting millions of [xxxxxx] worldwide with nothing to eat and nothing to drink and nothing
02:55
to see here, so just move right along, go about your business, walk to work, do your duties, take care of yourself, eat a balanced breakfast
03:00
in the morning, enjoy a midnight snack, thank a veteran for your freedom, purchase papayas at the local supermarket, recycle, rinse, repeat…
03:46
#behold the mantis praying below the dark of the moon, #behold the class working tirelessly after hours of hard labor, #behold the spaceship
03:53
soaring amongst the stars, the twinkling little stars like certain hurt others, all immeasurable and inconsequential identical twins both in
December 2013 / 34
03:56
living shape and in living color, feeding first and foremost off of dry traditions and wet dreams, glamorous victories and beautiful losers…
04:02
beautiful dreamer, you wander free, wandering free, wandering free, just living in a dream, trapped in irreality, you hold my hand, you say,
04:25
“come wander free with me, away from this place of shattered glass mountains, of greening fields forever verdant, of the inkanyamba—a legend
04:30
of south african origin—a serpent said to be living in a waterfall lake area near the northern woods, symmetrical, slithering in the falls…”
04:38
i
smile
at
your
smile
and
say,
“bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntro varrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk! perko-
04:41 dhuskurunbarggruauyagokgorlayorgromgremmitghundhurthrumathuna radidillifaititillibumullunukkunun! klikkaklakkaklasklopatzklatschabattacreppy04:43
crottygraddaghsemmihsammihnouithappluddyappladdypkonpkot! bladyughfoulmoecklenburgwhurawhorasortastrumpapornanennykocksa pastippatappatupper-
04:47
strippuckputtanach!
December 2013 / 35
pappappapparrassannuarargheallachnatullaghmonganmacmacmacwha ckfalltherdebblenonthedubblandaddydoodled! ullhodturdenweir-
December 2013 / 36
04:52 mudgaardgringnirurdrmolnirfenrirlukkilokkibaugimandodrrerinsurtkrinm gernrackinarockart!” you frown at my bleeding mouth and pull the trigger 04:54
of a plastic toy gun that you have put into your bleeding mouth and you think that the bloodstained gun is you… but you are not the gun, nor
04:58
are you my hand, this trembling hand that’s interlocked with yours, also trembling, but because of a separate emotion— not because of madness
05:02
but because of fear, or perhaps, because of sympathy… a symphony of seraphic siren-sounds, #glory be to the #gallant and #glory be unto you…
20:03
#godspeed to our
#insecurities,
#godspeed to our
#honorificabilitudinitatibus, #godspeed to our #ghosts as they haunt these four walls—these 20:06
four corners worn like those of a wooden cutting board, chiseled
away
by
endless
meals
prepared
by
pampering chefs and iron-stomached cooks, 20:10
good-for-nothings and ne’er-do-wells running parallel to the universe where no laws of gravity nor alternatives to reality television exist,
20:15
exit stage left, break a leg in the process, though the show must go on, act by act, scene by scene, the aristotelian arc
December 2013 / 37
dwindling to dust‌
December 2013 / 38
20:20
RT
@blakebutler always imagine the film crew behind
those close ups of sad animals on rescue commercials gathered around laughing, eating pizza, doing shots 21:04
fired skyward toward the clouds, the earth unearthed at the final, eleventh hour of our reckoning, our savior’s seventh coming, but a savior
21:10
isn’t what we need—what we need is something more tangible, a thing of real thingness, a copper island, an unwed sailor coming home from far
21:15
across the sea of tones and hues, rods and cones lined up like buoys bobbing in the #saltwater… we need something not nothing, something not
21:23
an idea, not a mirage, not a crack across the camera lens… we need a thing not not-a-thing—a thing to taste, to touch, to smell, to deceive,
21:26
and to touch, to see and be seen, to be sought out, brought out, exposed to the malicious masses awaiting their next meal, longing to be fed
th
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December, 2013
once more, and once more the sorority sisters of columbus, ohio—one hundred miles from spencerville, ohio where onefourth of all households
December 2013 / 39
04:01
are owned by somebody living alone at sixty-seven years of age or older—are fed to the machine until its circuits become bent beyond repair,
04:05
until its lights flicker and then fade, and then it is taken by another light—a brighter light that lifts a ghost from the machine to cradle
04:10
it awake… and then that ghost is given a new machine—a mechanical mantis that feeds upon the heads of other mechanical mantises after mating
04:13
season has come and gone, just as all seasons come and go, #winter bleeding into #autumn bleeding into #summer bleeding into #spring, always
04:16
beautiful but never satisfying—oh, mother nature, how am i to satisfy you, you who condemns my everunfaithful squatted fowl, while sunlight
04:19
blurs run rampant between sundrenched blurs of red, blue, and gold, stripes of red, white, and cyan, and bars of pink, purple, and primrose…
04:22
followers all follow and leaders all fall down, ancient ruins remain at rest and unruly rivers forever flow, flowing downstream, downstream,
04:26
deeper and deeper and deeper still, flashes of the sun’s celestial shine spreading out over the water, the open ocean of golden and lavender
December 2013 / 40
04:28
shades, war-worn xebecs sinking deeper and deeper and deeper still, never again to sail, never again to float, only to rest like the ancient
04:30
ruins of praha in the springtime… against a backdrop of angels’ harps, wise-men’s words, girls’ glimmering naked bodies, these monuments are
04:33
all aglow with the light showers au printemps, sculptures worth their weight in enlightenment, so illuminated, illuminating, life-affirming…
19:00
my great ancestor’s next-door neighbor, a feeble man whose face had always been shrunken by shadows, was born in 1717 and dead in 1800, a 1-
19:03
800-ghost-dance performed by rough and ready tribesmen, their footprints extending from one edge of the desert to the next, their innovative
19:08
gestures still being made to this day—gyrating bodies, souls locked in cages, ghosts operating machines… what does the machinist have to say
19:27
for [xxx]self, for the atlas of shrugged shoulders, for the penis of icarus severed and served to the three heads of cerberus, for the golf-
19:37
club-sized hail fired from the heavens like cannonballs, for the fact that no one seems to be safe: not johnny a, not bob b, not mike c, not
December 2013 / 41
19:38
steve e, not darrin j, not jim m, not jerry v, not rich a, not damon b, not drew h, not les l, not greg m, not mike m, not paul n, not ralph
19:40
p, not ronald r, not bob s, not don d, not don a, not rob b, not rolando c, not rafael e, not paul j, not mike m, not greg v, not les a, not
19:43
drew b, not damon h, not rich l, not jerry m, not tommy n, not darrin p, not steven b, not mark s, not mike t, not johnny v, not the world’s
19:46
seventh-greatest ping-pong player, not the sheriff with a soul of sulfur, not the housewife formerly known as a ho… no, nobody will be saved
19:51
from the wrath of the computer, the crusade of carbonic anhydrases, the fearless family of zinc metalloenzymes which catalyze the reversible
19:56
hydration of carbon dioxide, carbon monoxide lingering within our lungs, leaving us all for dead—the dead reside in enzymology, in that that
20:00
composes us all but that we all too often fail to understand… and i, i want to hold your hand in mine, my flesh against yours, the warmth of
20:02
contact in spite of the coldness of this contracting universe— this observationally flat universe, absent of any detectable global curvature,
December 2013 / 42
th
15 00:29
December, 2013
overwhelmed by high mountain passes, biblical passages, clearer skies—voids void of all pollution—the population at large still grappling at
00:33
any opportunity to become
#somebody,
#anybody, any
#body worth bagging, any #memory worth preserving, any #triumph worth achieving, any #bed 00:36
worth making in the morning, any
#dream worth
dreaming day after day after day, any #life worth living or worth having lived… what a life it 00:43
would be to sleep in a bed made by the likes of a dozen angels, singing ever so cherubically, “blessed night, blessed night, blessed night…”
00:48
#whatalife #sobeautifully #blessednight
#itwouldbe
#tohearthemallsing
#blessednight
#blessednight
#lullingthisrestlesssoul
#intoa
#deepsleep 00:51
a deep and peaceful pit of slumber, available for download and threatened by canopy cover—threatened by the laughter of green glass bottles,
00:58
the slaughter of elephants in tanzania—a windmill’s blades and a child’s apathy… a knapsack full of punctured paper products—nothing but net
December 2013 / 43
01:01
worth in the end… the world will end with one long and bitter winter, never a bang but always a whimper, a whisper just within earshot, shot
01:03
glasses clinking together just before the shots are fired— may this bullet through my temple deliver me unto the temple of the lord almighty…
01:22
RT @steveroggenbuck if someone started throwing poop at me rite now i’d cry.. like im stil prety far from crying but having poop on me coud put me over the edge
19:46
venturing out and outward toward the inner edge of the kingdom of heaven, a dying king surrounded by disloyal knights who wear armor charred
19:46
black by battles and skin rotted away by bubonic plagues— rats running rampant like the likes of larval insects, infestation abound, no steps
19:51
taken without taking a look at the ground, the #ground quaking beneath one’s two feet, left and right, left and right, left and never looked
19:56
back, lest to turn to a stone pillar of salt, gradually dwindling before our very eyes in recognition of the fragile faith of priests leaned
December 2013 / 44
20:00
against
altars,
shadows
unveiling
illusions
of
illumination, illustrations of crucifixions in glass, mirrors within mirrors with hundreds of 20:10
angles, thousands of angels standing guard ‘round the side of your bed, the sound’s injured sun engine droning like a long march rocket or a
20:15
doomed airliner or a broken chord’s coughing fit as the result of its attempt to sing a little lyric… let it all rain, let it all shine, let
20:24
it all paint a portrait of blackness, of a fictional planet where warfare corresponds with peacetime and old repressive regimes are replaced
20:29
with antigun governmental bodies guaranteeing a less uncertain and controversial world, a world in which crowdsourcing equals crowd-surfing
20:35
and all kitchen cuisine is regulated not by agencies but by the peoples themselves, the agents of obesity and famine… what a fantastic world
20:45
#itwouldbe #aboutaworld
#tohearthemallsing #oflessuncertainty
#sopeacefully #oflesscontroversy
#versesrecited #peoplesunited #thelandatlarge 20:49
a new #utopia… uto-profiteers and hopi-pioneers seeking to better themselves and each other, each and every dejecting day passing by without
December 2013 / 45
20:58
any change, any chance of progress, perseverance, the pursuit of happiness like the pursuit of a wanted outlaw on the run, but this ain’t no
th
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December, 2013
trip to cleveland… sipping the blood of the iamb, choking on the apples of anapest, spitting out the seeds of spondee— this, this is computer
01:10
poetry, kill everybody, kill or be killed, shoot to kill, ready to fire, loaded and locked, thin fingers twisted around triggers, the hunter
01:24
versus
the
hunted,
clichés
blossoming
like
snapdragons… believe in me and accept my love, my love—let me bring you a bouquet of snapdragons, 01:26
derived from αντίρῥῑνόν "antirrhinon," which in turn was derived from greek anti (αντί), "like," and rhis (ῥίς, ινοϛ), "nose," inus (-ινοϛ),
01:40
"of" or "pertaining to"; thus, "like a nose," possibly referring to the nose-like capsule in a snapdragon’s mature state… oh, zdravko radic,
01:48
oh, drasko brguljan, oh, vjekoslav paskovic, oh, nikola vukcevic, oh, aleksandar radovic, oh, milan ticic, oh, mladjan janovic—oh, alexander
December 2013 / 46
01:54
graham bell! alexander the great inventor, inverting societal expectations, riding tidal waves of industrialization and individualistication
01:58
straight
into
postminimalism,
antidisestablishmentarianism the
emancipation
of
and sinister
motherboards, motherships abducting children out 02:02
of their adobe abodes, mothers’ arms left cradling the emptied air, though through storm, through static, through sleep, and through heaven,
02:10
they shall prevail! they shall shout, “more action!” and they shall shout, “less sorrow!” and they shall shout, “one! two! three! four!” and
02:16
the amplified roar of their electric guitars shall pour over the mute masses, flowing into their souls just as the river flows without form,
02:21
no four corners, for the river is not an old chessboard, neither black nor white, no two opponents to pin themselves against one another, no
02:34
strategies to consider, but consider this—there’s a hill located
in
southern
australia
known
as
the
mamungkukumpurangkuntjunya, which in the 02:40
regional pitjantjatjara language means “where the devil urinates”… #swag—satan’s wishes are granted, and hurt is everything and beautiful is
December 2013 / 47
02:44
nothing, and all that remains is limestone and cement, and an eerie bearlike monster lurking somewhere dark and cold—thick, fast, and young,
02:54
an old subsection of the new war outbreak—the endless ethical cleansing and perpetual synthetic biology merged with fame, power, and wealth,
03:03
an armored cabin awaiting occupancy… there is no antidote for self-government, whose nature—the nature of inquiry—is a noticeably jeopardous
03:08
proverb,
a
past-perfect
pronoun
designed
for
future
generations of gendered individuals who shall all shout, “more action! less sorrow! one! 03:13
two! three! four!” for five hours at a minimum, a postminimum in typical pseudo-modern fashion… them falling towers and screaming toddlers…
03:22
RT @JoyceCarolOates What a strange, sad society it has become--driven
by consumers
purchasing mostly not-
necessary merchandise endlessly as in a vision of Hell.
th
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December, 2013
i am there, i am in that hell, and i hate it… i hear sirens blasting outside of my window and know that they are not for me but for somebody
December 2013 / 48
00:49
else who has fallen so far, and so far i have come to realize that time is not on my side any more than yours, yet i am growing content with
00:55
this fact, this heat that singes and scorches me until my hands turn to blacked gloves and my feet are blistered by the blue fire’s burning,
01:11
the orphaned child’s yearning to be loved, to be seen and to see the didactic promenade taking place in new orleans… and in marfa, texas, an
04:15
artist arrives to find himself surrounded by negative space, a place of neither hustle nor bustle, no big city lights, no overpopulation, no
04:21
four corners but nonetheless a room of his own, an area occupied for the purpose of procuring personal time to spend thinking about personal
04:32
matters that matter only to the self… the self is little more than a frail tautology, and it ought to be discarded like trash—something less
04:35
than trash, which has in fact more value than the self… you pretend to feel okay, okay enough to eat at a restaurant with your friends, play
04:38
a board game with your parents, make polite small talk with strangers… but the spectre is always lingering, awaiting its next opportunity to
December 2013 / 49
04:47
seize your spirit and strangle it from the inside out, suffocating any morsel of potential happiness saved inside your mortal shell, leaving
04:52
only the repugnant remains of pain, panic, and paralysis… and those remains comprise the self in its absolute essence… then when the spectre
04:58
is no longer anywhere within your sight, you return to pretending to feel okay… your every cell swells like the roaring rivers of the under-
05:01
world, where red flows against blue, which flows against yellow, which flows against black, which flows against white, which washes away two
05:04
opponents as they gather up their arms and prepare to hold strong in the face of the forthcoming storm—but when the storm does come, neither
05:10
of them is safe, nor is the world’s sixth-greatest frisbee golfer, nor the sheriff with a soul of silicon, nor the computer programmer whose
05:17
innovation will be our annihilation… and yet, yes, beyond the canopy cover—between the dark leaves of the tree of the self—there is a light…
December 2013 / 50
05:34
RT @huntermadeit my spirit is so happy. today i used my mind! my body! my heart! over capacity! how sweet is exhaustion in joy! thank you oh thank you for +1
19:55
+3 awesomeness repels water, the open ocean full of the feces of
#pigs,
#baboons,
#pandas,
#gibbons,
#rabbits, #badgers, #elks, #crocodiles, 20:01
#quetzals,
#chinchillas,
#dogs,
#lemurs, and
#zebras,
#adventure, #stamina, and #anger #abound‌ #stamina has proven to be the final #virtue, 20:12
resigned to looking off into the distance, writing this poem in my college dorm room, revising over and over, again and again, more and more
20:14
words carved into the page with a penknife fashioned from bone—the bones of an ancient aztec tyrant, hard like the exoskeletons of bold bugs
20:24
creepy-crawling across the carpeting, hidden between beige fibers, mutt hairs and mud stains left unscrubbed, unsucked by my mother’s vacuum
20:40
vortex, conceptualized as the foundation of the fabric of the universe, them foamy particles interacting with each other before disappearing
December 2013 / 51
20:44
entirely, entropically… “sing a nice little song to me,” she said, and so he sang, “epigonen! epigonen! epigonen! epigonen!” ad vomitum… she
21:00
shook her head in silence, sang her didn’t and danced her did, and his response was one of cold indifference, frosted over with chips of icy
21:11
emotional inertness, remaining at rest—tacet, tacet, #tacet… two sounds emerge, and the page’s white space is soon replaced— ░░░▒▒▒▓▓▓███▌
21:37
RT
@kg_ubu Now that all of us can move so much text
around so freely from one place to another, we are finding it almost impossible to resist sampling.
th
19 02:56
December, 2013
we find ourselves disengaged from the tethers of reality, dragging a dead dear up a hill, burying her body beneath the orange autumn leaves,
03:01
watching as it vanishes from a specific focal point, shrinking away from the sunshine, beams obscured by the treetops… the river is a softer
03:09
body flowing quietly, a widow under wing, an underground coal mine nine miles beyond the valley of the mountain pass, such biblical violence
December 2013 / 52
03:25
and synthetic science merged with satellites, satires, and saturday morning cartoons, grape ape, grape ape, but now i know how funky phantom
03:34
felt when the system of missus mistress’s hell fell upon the recessive economy, receded the quiet flow of the river, the river that hums its
03:42
own hymn—#a #hymn #of #homeopathy #cryptozoology #stalwarts #stomping #around #in #search #of #the #yowie #nessie #biggie #smalls #notorious
03:54
legacies
left
behind…
leave
behind
all
notions
of
unidirectional disenfranchisement, all ideas of oblique foliation, all concepts that might 03:57
seem questionable and difficult but are in fact simplex, as simplex as the rules of the game that is allegedly linked to witchery, though no
04:07
valid evidence has yet been found… fixed bayonets are flung up into the air and come tumbling down, down like the forbidden fruits that grow
04:10
on the tree of giving, the tree of selflessness, its child a windblown samara seed au printemps, a gold sculpture worthy of enlightenment, a
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blessing counted and recounted, a blueberry… the teeth of the beast break into its outer rim and then blue flows against yellow against pink
04:20
against black against white, the mouth’s four corners like those of an old chessboard, angular and worn by the worldwide warfare between two
04:28
opponents who can no longer remember why things be the way that they be… they do not think it be like it is, but it do, and so they do their
04:31
doesn’t and not their does—they do the police in different voices, they do what they can when they can, which they will admit is not all too
04:35
much all too often, just barely enough to see and to be seen… a, b, c, d, e, f, g, next time won’t you sing a little lyric, won’t you let it
04:39
all rain, all hail, all sleet, all snow—all snjór, all theluji, all tuyết, all as unpredictable as the weather in thừa thiên–huế, where them
04:45
orchard flowers in the fall fall into the perfume river, which runs across the city past eve and adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay
04:47
and back around again, and again i say, get back, get back, all you haters tryin’ to take my stacks, i said you better get back, get back, i
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04:52
ain’t takin’ no setbacks set into place by government unofficials unapologetically attempting to police my pets, talk to my friends—back up!
04:55
RT @BretEastonEllis Watching FRIDAY THE 13TH now-a movie I hated in 1980--and I can't believe how visually beautiful (almost painterly) much of it looks today.
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much is
#amiss and much is
#abound, much is all
#ado #about nothing in particular, only the holy river and its mouth’s four corners as on an
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old
chessboard,
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checker-patterned,
symmetrical,
so
geometrical… i pour additives into the flowing river, the colors rushing over one another 00:27
rapidly, the push and the pull of it, the flatness of the surface, the truth to the materials at hand—handprints pressed against the canvas,
00:32
leaving
behind
a
legacy
of
oblique
foliation
and
unidirectional disenfranchisement, both concepts that seem both difficult and questionable, 00:37
raising questions of purpose, of justice, of humanity—oh, the humanity of a life of leisure, a life of laziness or of mixed martial arts and
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00:41
apple martinis every tuesday evening! oh, but isn’t this just the way it goes… they do not think things go the way they be, but they already
00:44
have—going, going, gone, never to be seen again nor to see again, to be against the currents of the open ocean in midst of the ongoing storm
00:57
of hornets and roses’ thorns hailing down upon the people of huế who take shelter and joy in the perfume river, its aroma evoking an aura of
01:08
pure pulchritude, an unfiltered fait accompli, a joyous cosmic gloss spread across our asemic multiverse, the world as text, the dissolution
01:12
of every barrier between the abstract and the recognizable, the illegible and the legible, the profane and the sacred, the insubstantial and
01:25
the self-sufficient… substances collide and commix with each other each and every attosecond, every atomic bomb dropped from far, far above…
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than any fastball, any screwball, any spitball smeared black with tobacco resin and then released from the hand of carl
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m towards the temple
December 2013 / 57
00:22
of ray c—not not johnny a, not bob b, not mike c, not steve d, not darrin e, not sam f, not jerry g, not rich h, not damon i, not jim j, not
00:28
les k, not greg l, not ken m, not ned n, not tim o, not ron p, not jeff q, not don r, not dom s, not rob t, not ed u, not joe v, not walt w,
00:32
not alex x, not barry y, not lee z—but ray c, the man whose head was once cradled by angels as his blood flowed forth, flowed like the river
00:47
that flows with no form, no four corners as on an old chessboard, all #black and #white, two opponents placing their pawns to play a game of
01:09
violence, of schoolhouses and playpens turned to territories of warfare—no #purpose, no #justice, no #humanity, and no one seems to be safe…
01:26
RT @Horse_ebooks DAYS the time the time the time the time the time the time DAYS the time the time the time the time the time the time MALE, NO BED DAYS none
01:31
know now where the river may be found, flowing without form, without four #walls, nor four #feet, nor four #corners as on an old chessboard…
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