THE WILL ALWAYS NEGATES DEFEAT

Amoebas

spiral syndicate
untilitarian morpheme mouths
taste-test of greatness
the ability to joust

communion of souls
poor chaps
chapped
flap flap flap

kiss; an entire experience
little bites
will there be tongue?
how about this next one
mouths wide
to recieve
the Word

synaptic lines
thick in the face
drawn and pointed
defined

can all we do is clone?

hallowed morning
sin: a debt to God
do we owe?

have.
we.
really.
been.
ripped.
apart?

broken boxes
bodies at rest
will stay
at goddamn
rest
god-damn-it

reach.
for.
Heaven’s.
sake.
reach.

we did reach
didn’t we?
oh didn’t you feel it
hazy soft morning
sweet sweat sad-happy-beauty

can all we do is float?

May 31, 2012
no? no. 

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InformationExchange

i say «hello»
you say «what the fuck
grow some
fucking
personality(skills/what_have_you)
and
cut your legs off
you tall fuck»
ha ha ha
what a joke
i am so
glad
that i am laughing

May 31, 2012

May29:Bake

smelt
blood-spot bruises
two different kinds of roughhousing

melt
connect the dots
we’re all clay if we’re hot enough

let
fold the blinds
we’re safe now

tea
soothe the throat
relax the voice

sing
work your body til the buzz,
glows 

May 29, 2012
all the way to your toes

Bloom

the coefficient of friction running high
    with our fevers
sleepless and helpless
    a beautiful comfort

drenched bodies eyes open closed
    open closed
oh if only i were a painter
    or could hold an image forever

that smile

audible breathing
    and the occasional giggle
as the same album repeats over and over
    because time is ours

with a strange freedom
    that comes with comforter absorbed whispers
like watercolors searching blindly through the paper threads
    we bled 

later, walking through a storm
    lightning dull distant and everywhere
    and the torrential sound overwhelming
    and all parts of me battered by
    a thousand pricks of water per second
i realized that it felt the same

so i watched as you spun in all your glorious looseness
and tried to know you as the rain does
thought about that soft blue morning world
where you told me i was good

gravel roads pebbles of truths
    two objects sharing
    the same ink
    that wrote us

May 28, 2012
happy to be alive 

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Memories:Can’tBreathe

callous blister fingerpaints
full of puss love and
stories of days put to sleep
with a contented grateful sigh

smear smear smear
papercut bloods
as significant as the Grand Canyon
filling up floods with misinterpretations of their own self
they cannot bridge and mend
only erode

half waked hauntings two in the morning
dreams unstructured impossible
wondering who will leave first
and why everyone is crying

cousin confusing my senses with differences
she wants to sit with me on my bed
sit on me with my bed
set in me in my head

my skin burning under such close inspection
every mirror and window filled with specters
and every step the hammer of judgement

oh bemoan
my ugly ostrich body
all crooked and sad
a pile of bones

May 16, 2012 

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May14:Obviously/Obliviously

glorious radiance a thousand green hues
    lording over my thoughts like -
well, it reminds me of the time i put my whole person
    into someone else without cause
    and they didn’t deserve it

anyways it reigns through my window
    rains
cloudy fog depths fading to city black
    which isn’t really black
casting the shadow of morning frost death over the flies
    trapped on my screen vainly searching for more fly dust
that’s what they eat, right?

sidetracked
these green hues
i see them in their fantastic imperceptible impermanence
    and i beg my mind to hold them
the way my tongue will soak up and report back to me
    on the way coffee sounds

but all i can imagine are the ideas of trees
now look
    the sun is shining up underneath the smoky canopy
singing a new song more uplifting than the last
and still my eyes hear not a word
they ask me, “what? did we miss something?”
and so
i open them again
and let them feast 

May 14, 2012 / 7:53 PM
someone turn my brain on 

Anonymous asked: you are a poop but you are also pretty great

you know, i suspected as much
thank you for praising my poopish being 

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EnglishHishlips

english hishlips
polychromatic meanings
bullshit 

like the in-out mechanism of my eyes i need fixed
broken my ability to put into words the jumble

harbash fast cats
these a’s are making my heart race
ooohhhhh

lead air
cope fear
tears
need for glasses - no, gasses -
no, smoke

i wanna turn inside out again
be God again
wake up and see with my whole eyes open
with the whole world paper thin and beholding
revealing - quite becoming -

filled all with ink and i crave it
want it in my pen
want to cover myself in it naked and run
so that i can finally express to the whole world
- i -

May 12, 2012
frozen w/ insides 

FuckMeCalculus

time for the moving of mouths
near just as well as far
but i think we all know
where we want
our lips

cross sectionals of the revolving shape
revealing we are all
irrelevant shaking strings

m quantity of x minus point x times point y
shredded dustball thoughts
tearing heat
the beat of feet
rough skin smooth skin

(the limit as we approach others is agony
the limit as we approach ourselves is nothingness)

print statement literal: “fuck calculus”
the area under the curve
oh those curves
conjoining and folding on the nose the eyes
the collarbones and crotch
displaying the distance traveled
to find the undefined

May 8, 2012
unrest/revenge/entry 

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May8:ProjectiveMorning

scurry trance
flush faced
time for writing
black coffee white face
place place place place
place place place

tin sounds
brick stone
everyone’s looking to be still
“i might need you to kill”

i don’t want to peace
uhh how to run too fast
calculate the jerk
derivative of the acceleration
a peaceful nation

wrong time of day
shivering is giving in
here comes the process
1… 2… 3… 4…

mental block
that steaming ton of cock
you’re ignoring while you
watch the girl
devalue your sense of touch
$18.95 a barrel

sandstone bones
“my 747 load”
building secret codes
let’s feel close

let’s look at the stars
late park unexpected
let’s hold our breath

May 8, 2012
not holding up to the test 

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