Thursday, June 24, 2010

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Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Later this summer, Calliope Nerve Media is releasing my chapbook Gore. 

Nobius Black has been kind enough to post a preview of its cover, as well as a highly investigative interview with me regarding the Gulf Oil Spill Disaster

Any profits made from sales of this book will be spent wisely.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

HINGE

The sink is eels.
Heavy buildings of air smoke.
Official entertainment puts a bullet in my own head.
I've seen this finale eight times.
Abstract with shopping cart fixings.
The employees so friendly and deposited.

I need food.
Got two sons and they are water.
Paratroopers have bases in the shopping center.
Asteroids land each time the nightsky separates from a solution.
The authorities say I need food to bear them.
Just sticks and knives make their way to safety.

I've seen two sons put a bullet in my own head.
The nightsky separate eight times.
Heavy entertainment of abstract employees
Bears asteroids in the shopping center.
The authorities water their way to safety.
The air just sticks and knives.

There are eels covering the whole city.
Television pictures need water to materialize.
Food lands each time paratroopers build smoke.
Got two shopping carts that think they're me.
I had a big hit with the club remix of 'Bullet in My Own Head.'
I am not afraid of neighbors being shot dead.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Saturday, June 5, 2010

the craters return
your beak now
pine ash

has brought design
clouds bleed by dusk
you'll still die young

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Suns chill their blood in the river.
First it was crowds of milk fed by mutes.

The rabid dog turns in his tiny movie.
The tree makes for a terrifying priest.

A mysterious tree tied to a rabid dog.
Milk my children like this.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

MY BACK FAT DESERVES MORE MONEY

Feathered tangerines till the end times.
When I see God sees nothing at all.
When there's lava
Ethnic cleansing machines are for your use.

When you are happy with protective sheets
I hug a tree, some
Of God is gone.

A taxi cab then its other.
Icecrack lump and putty.
I'm white so naturally I'm immersed in demons.
Back fat up against implants gonna tell me if I've got back fat.