Saturday, April 23, 2011

Thursday, April 21, 2011

3 collages inspired by abstract comics/ graffiti/ Prinzhorn collection

Monday, April 18, 2011

Sunday, April 17, 2011


Minding eyes with its glass girlfriend
That changes me into her police body and
Forces both my chopped torsos to
Herd around like mounted faces
Where one is
What I'd name
Two people going from bruises to doors
Going shut in some shared head likely causing blunt authority
Over a few chimes of horror and then onward there's doubt and that's all
Demon penis, Dostoevsky.


The woman has her hair pulled into a machine. A universal appeals but doesn't state what the equipment was. Hair loves nothing. The official said accident.


You're your you years.
Yeah, write
And would work
Words with a who and will
Which is where the when, what,
We're, well, we ways of water that was
A want to very use us up and um,
Uh-huh, uh TV too.
Time those and this
Thinking of things they're these there, the them
That take such a state, something so
She sees and says right, really a president
Percent of people parts over outer our-others, or
Only one on ok oh number. Now is not no news, and
New is much of most, and more than a million mhms mean
It's me, the many I may make made a lot to look long and
Like the let's know a kind and just info if we had
Guessed good goings to go, given from first finds evenly down.
I don't do day-canned calling byes before I've been because I'll
Be back at any ah after.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Saturday, April 2, 2011



Fatal is soil the
Dumber mouth is
The spent that's stuff
That came that beast
As God as worm
Legs covered with good toad ears
Choose my begging
Garden full of slave
Cities full of slave
Brains full of lays and political
Olden days in a lizard's scrappy
Penis shitting doughnuts
To heaven or hell
With a bag full of farting 
Doughnuts made from balding eggs
Hold on and tan their virgin parts
Fun stomachs are weird
Nose brushed pig tender huge chin air smushing though
Kissing like bone essence of the very sane 
Soil is sodomy