please dance quietly by my grave
its lonely
but wants to sleep
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
013110
Most Honored Crazy Professor,
To make the invisible visible is destroying the mystery of invisibility robbing it of it's power to mystify. Now to point to the invisible so that others feel it is a different matter and completely in the realm of possibility. Your quest to cognate all the invisible into existence is ambitious and foolish. the danger being that you set yourself up to be more intelligent than others find you to be or that you end up starting a cult. This cult would be a slave to your precious method. There is no way you can teach me to Think. You may teach me to document and analyze what I already think. But I prefer to go to a therapist for that. So, in conclusion, after weighing this out in my mind, I cannot work with Your Arrogance.
Most humble apologies,
To make the invisible visible is destroying the mystery of invisibility robbing it of it's power to mystify. Now to point to the invisible so that others feel it is a different matter and completely in the realm of possibility. Your quest to cognate all the invisible into existence is ambitious and foolish. the danger being that you set yourself up to be more intelligent than others find you to be or that you end up starting a cult. This cult would be a slave to your precious method. There is no way you can teach me to Think. You may teach me to document and analyze what I already think. But I prefer to go to a therapist for that. So, in conclusion, after weighing this out in my mind, I cannot work with Your Arrogance.
Most humble apologies,
Thursday, January 28, 2010
ddd
She scratched him out and with every drag of the pen she thought of knives and how much pain she felt. The man at the intersection had yelled at her, called her a bitch, because he was afraid. Another set of cuts thin, stinging.
We all wonder about the armor and fortresses built around minds and extended to land and family. She could weep. She knew she was wounded. Eye for eye, it's unsustainable. If every eye were gouged out and every bitch returned in kind...
She went to his house and placed the plate of cookies by the door, rang the bell and ran. She ran from the pain, the misunderstanding, and the death.
We all wonder about the armor and fortresses built around minds and extended to land and family. She could weep. She knew she was wounded. Eye for eye, it's unsustainable. If every eye were gouged out and every bitch returned in kind...
She went to his house and placed the plate of cookies by the door, rang the bell and ran. She ran from the pain, the misunderstanding, and the death.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
011010
123009
I was persistently waiting
most like a hungry cat
shinny cap vegetative
there was nothing else
flopped around rigidly
not wanting to stay home
kicked at time spitefully
afraid to live alone
my time your time
dripping down periphery
shocking untouched nerves
unwashed parts
the desert calls it barren
how can you top that!
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