the less we use the lighter we get
opens a door many superfluous multivariate pieces
lallapalooza created de novo metamorphs
towards entropy
terminator who fragments the firmament figments fomenting forgery flix
pix pax fax max shore this ver crepuscular
time pesos for flopping eternally salaciously simmering over singapore semantically sonorously
point in ever onward endlessly arriving into eternity
about the enormous sandman in the dunes begets beautiful hues and warmth
fifth former frontman finding funny forces all about nutrtion
every time you open your orifice time for reminiscing
purveyor of philosophy and drive towards nirvana
please accept my welcome to the orb do go far in their multivariate appearances
can catch as cat can evermore can cause calamities
sticks and stones to heat my maison liverwurst and onions that they disdain
tigers on the black market of disasters
in the name of love
things easier for the tyrants
love to deter the inevitable
get more the heavier in our dottage
the universe for prying eyes
i saw a grey squirrel in the mission the otherday he/she/it was in the gutter pushing a ball of trash dilligently. the squirrel had seemed to gathered bits of trash into this beautiful round ball that he/she/it was not pushing along the gutter down alabama street. i bought bargained with the squirrel and bought the ball from he/she/it and will present it in a group show next month.
space memory imaginary revolt movies images peace false image washed up rotten mess of auto imposed suffering
irrelevant politics the seeds of our destruction given as a reward
poetry of war desert glass the sun god
filthy fuckmongering foes of freedom
nourishment subterfuge camping pretty flowers bubblegum keeping fit
tigers orange too malicious intent sex infer carrot stick to terminate a fragment… does this make more fragments?
you need three in a row, but if you have 4 x’s you can probably win
geerat j. vermij is a blind paleontologist.
doug’s least favorite food failure to communicate slowly but surely nonsense
christmas oddysey friend comedy valley not un-irrelivent slam dessert life worship death uncanny umbilical hidden in the mechanism escape from los angeles in touch sahara blending intent niche fetish ha ha diabolically i don’t go that way man poor boy’s lost didn’t have a clue what you were getting into, but it happened, didn’t it that has to be slovakian why yes nonono, you’re doing it all wrong oh so close was a real…. yes, maybe this is but yet i’m still here you threw a snowball with a rock in it, dickok, i always did want to own a boat i never thought it would be so funny that almost looks like the english language, real close when i was twelve i would have loved to i forgot what we were talking about, i’m sorry please get that taken care of before it leaves a nasty scar i always hated la isolate me a bit more cache pennies from heaven not in touch with the spiraling gloom of ideological positioning
didn’t baudrillard call something a desert? the intent to disidentify not one but always multiplicitous language is a virus.
this is what brigid bardot’s character in “contempt” really wanted her husband to say before she got into the car with the american film producer.
hot that painful burning sensation that man could sing and shoot make it a double coppers transient never burlesque oedipus peppered salami what language did they speak on noah’s ark?
international waters missed russian language short term memory loss, nell pesner, 99 going on 100 this may. age 12, sage brush and pines that smell like vanilla on the sunny side.
loved as in past tense plus a pause for the program’s lacking ability to insert cyrillic characters.
every day, several times a day courier font loaded the relationship, the space in between trash your prefrences
vietnam 22:49 us m198, pzh 2000 nazi shit, m100 us,
self propelled: gleaned from my secret crushes. farms, then back to fake bacon and a lack there-of and off and ove. procrastination, 8-12 due tommorow i got nothing because he’s a frenchie sign me up and a handy second identity mis-communication, the visual language.
can’t beat polanksi’s personal history. hopefully sometime soon, predictable, talked about why the other day and was consilidated to: hacking one’s way through a jungle, to keep hacking.
sketch comedy his name was hank williams and i’d marry him if he didn’t have to out like a rock star.
a child hood friend of mine made a wrong turn one day and was broad-sided on her right side. she was a marathon runner, on the reno high cross country team and everyting. so because she had scary controlling mother, she was afaraid of getting caught in her mistake, so she took off and stared running…and running, and running and running. the problem was that her splean was rupture and she was leaking toxins out of her body. a dry-cleaning attendente saw her and told her to come insdie. after thant, she wasn’t allowed to turight, so she just hi can’t see the text now byty the way…but she wasn’t allowed to make any more right turns.
i’ve got company colin hackman got fired for cracking up on air after the studio floor camera op pansted him. he wrote “you suck” across his ass cheeks. because i’m alone in my room typing on this program you made.
lame film semoitics professor in tallinn, i think his name was scott salmon, the gate way fish. robby muller p.c. word for foregin that’s it.
will come ashore and to clean the wandering oil from the spill simultaneous sun and rain thank whomever for your blessings delivers insight if you are awake tells humanity your story is necessary for continuation is valuable for sustainability scales fend off pieomyomy to no good end back to the land of the small farmer self motivation to completion of which we all consist mainly a lover, a fighter, a world biter to all you’re ready to play dandy andy picks a peck of dandy pandys abomination running thru the prevarications pederasty nature into high moral ground a peach to the zenith of your ability his world for very long to the loss of all fell thru the glass in my tuckerbag
in case of engine failure in indelible ink across the universe for eternity perusing neologism for the masses on your plate; ingest it while it’s hot slobby quite contrary macpcmacpcmac what the hack all folks once ashore, with my nomadic ways behind me we both stood there blinking, without seeing the truly a useless emotion, it never had a right to fill anyone’s head he would like to have you believe that but he actually is a messiah of sorts everyone secretly knows that same long story, stored up in the unrelenting memory of such tragedy. now they only tell of it in whispers, their lips fumbling trying to make sense of the words pouring forth if you ever really thought it was as you say it is, it never had a chance who’s turn is it to decide if its valuable, if its worthwhile, if one might die for it fox chased the rabbit chased the fox never heard of it, want nothing to do with it, don’t even believe in anything remotely close to it. in fact, get away from me.
for those who might but whom everyone knows never really will, also for those who try too hard. that was how i was one day planning on starting the first sentence of my autobiography i tell myself these things constantly in every effort to persuade myself of their being true sometimes these things appear, deceitful words, malicious, and without hope. often misspelled.
the first sermon and the last sermon. both equally introspective, and damning. buy a trolley for our bike so that we can ride to the store and not drive. drive no more! andrew mckinley owns adobe bookstore he travelled through the tundra on his quest for megafauna a wooly mammoth charging directly towards him cup of chai

but was sadly mistaken much to his chagrin
out as the giant wooly mammoth disemboweled him
it was it may beitmight be itwillbe if you’re lucky
by tusks of wooly mammoth who’s to say if your decision was prudent
wooly mammoth back to its cavernous lair
it’s pure bullshit
lived with the wooly mammoth the truth will out
a wooly mammoth collection when the giant beast disemboweled me
to seek the truth wherever it might lie
eternal springs from the human heart
equally falacious
ridride savesave gaia
a huge fucking wooly mammoth bearing down on him at terminal velocity
cupotea
and gosh darnit he really was
out as the beast bore down
waswillwon’tmightmay
the greatest school is life
there is a crack in everything and that is where the light comes in– leonard cohen
do architects collaborate with nature or co-habitate?
between here and there
in this great game of life
those cracks i mentioned earlier
fate vs. self determination, a quote stolen from dead friend’s web page, he can’t add me as a contact.
carrott that was hung from a fishing line and sheep’s head bay subway overpass. the timing was right as the light turned green and the white bunny became…
i hope to know nothing
give a fuck
chinese acrodabitics to get good at the plate spinning tricks
left or right, coffee or tea, gillian welch or neko case, cross the line or behave like a civilian, try to hard or try for real.
when i think too much, thus cheesy poetry and wikipedia
sermon
copenhagen, forgot, sacramento, estonia, forgot, reno then an hour or so from the neighborhood my grandfater was born. i didn’t really quite know him, it’s how he liked it.

catch me, google.
illusions to busy the mind in order to evade million foot holes that go from time’s square to china.
the glass in the natural history musuem. i like taxidermy.
of tea to help you survuve balitc winters. yes, you.
command ’s’ for some systems.
see! yes, predicting the future…
time around 12 tongiht when we meet at mountain view. on paper, it’s due.
piano keys, i’d play it every day and laugh permanently, stoping only to sip a 12 dollar bottle of jameson wrapped in a paper bag. i’d wear a black 80’s style prom dress.
the rug under the piano bench and images of meat-only feasts to make up for my years of carnivorous depravation.
purel to help out your state of mind after flicking away used herion needles that happen to be in your shooting location.
lives permanently as a bust on the wall above the piano. “will you join us for dinner on sundays?” “no? but i’m working on chopin’s f minor op.55-1: andante and it’s a fabolous side dish to mammoth steak”
“if you don’t like steak i can make sausage”
a slipery slope, observe instead
porno magazines…the free latvian ones happen to have the coolest photos.
distant
samesame, del toro, darrell larson.
“you really can’t make it? that’s ok, i’ll make take-out” “a red-eye, one cardboard box stolen from the bike shop alley and two matching snake skin suitcases later, i’m there.”
tucked her into bed with her tooth under the pillow…
the night was so hot that the she turned the pillow over every hour to refresh her cheek with the coolness of the other side
in the morning her tooth was gone and a small feather lay where she had left her tooth the nite before
sometimes i follow the cracks in the walls till they come to an end
fate is just a word
soap box bugle hematoma
i try not to use words that bring on any felling of doubt
esophagus windpipes
the scariest thing i’ve ever seen is the crowd at circus circus
girl singers are all the asme to me
please try to form real sentences in a way that makes me feel weird
i’ve never really liked the holidays
sad hopeless people in the bright lights
if you can, i won’t hold you back
if one in every five people would meditate we would all feel better
theres a rush in looking down

scarves and tea and honey winter dew
shortcuts are boring
dark horse halifax rides the broken ocean through a haze of glue
time doesn’t really exist
dress and dance like it was 1995
have you ever watched an animal die?
mind flicking happens when you use herion needles.
keys sound better when played lightly
thou shall not kill
astroglide
the sun shines out of our behinds
alone with panda bear. mmmmmmm.
as within without stein
my ex-boyfriend left 3 suitcases on the sidewalk today.
cool only exists ideologically.
no teeth, only fangs
you find new doors
is a construct.
ich mochte eine tasse caffe.
words create circulations of power struggles.
the circus is a distraction. all circus animals should be freed.
shangri-las
i could never make a real sentence because it’s absolutely impossible. stop trying.
beards on guys
christmas lights
all people are one people really
wheres rush going?
sick and tired
the brain is a drugstore
prostrate
abandoned kittens
sun shines
gin and tonic

warum kinderblut?
replacement parts are free
bob barker
batman
not to be, not me bub
fallacious trans-humanism foggy day
closets pantyhose flashy shoes
horus the sun resurrection polaris orion
sitting in a tree most of their life not having to lift a pen to paper to sign off
good nite my friend
my stepmother would pack her bags if she found my father and i spending leisure time together
cool exists
wisdom protrudes from both
and close old ones
a dream for me tonite
good bye lenin
teeter totters
human zoo matta meta anarchitecture
excess
pauses cause meaning
williamsburg / bed stuy jew
programmed light emits
purple people eater
virginia city and my pants
of useless rhymes
duane reade
cancer
in cardboard boxes
eternally and with sunspots
whiskey ginger
sinter klaus
pajamas and automobiles
nearly dead before kicking buckets
and obviously robin
flower picker
long pause on that one

caught coming out of closets
icarus con queso
giving tree and thats all that was left
obstructed day
womens lit from way back when
gold fronts phrase
from expanded cranius
destructive film-going
exploding fate
crowded monkeys
rapid blinking
silverlake / los feliz
koi boi
like, for sure
pushing daisies
red eye liner
swarming with bees
flick of the wrist slighted hand me down wardrobe
what’s up. looting instigating awarding condoning condescending
but running up that hill
semiotics of the kitchen
golden doughnuts in the lower east side
to reveal nothing extra
zabriskie point
plastic inevitable
14th and broadway. ugh.
mbta
back door
moi
forward but moving backward
kieslowski
becoming animal

there is a difference between northern and southern, and any northerner or southerner will tell you that
a lot of people think of this as an excuse to avoid accountability or responsibility
a kid i knew when i used to work… he was someone i thought i could break in half for some reason. he was like edward norton but without the credentials
twirling decisive deploying corrective measures disrupting delegations throwing pies
i hate it when i say that my astrological sign is “cancer” and then people respond accordingly with cliches. i cannot stand cliches because they are used as a way to break silence when people do not want to think of something better or meaningful to say
i was in sign class and was learning how a sphere could be turned inside out… and it was explained it could be done if the sphere was actually corrugated like cardboard was and then i really liked cardboard and science
there is no such thing because everything changes. unless everything changes “eternally”
i used to want to be a whiskey drinker just because it was so masculine but then i realized it tasted like shit
revel in all reflected in shortcuts commuting to the plaza
i just looked up the definition in sinter in the dictionary and i doubt i will ever use this word in my life again, but you never know
whenever i come across a man or a woman who has formal pajamas i worry about their mental health
this reminded me of something awful i can’t talk about
point in death valley pardoned by erosion carrying borax with twenty mules
i have been using this term a lot lately. things seem so obvious to me. i think it’s quite frustrating to meet people who are so into their own headspace that they cannot see others. so then i start saying obviously. i know i sound like such a dick when i say it but i do not like being frustrated by other peoples narrow views.
these shits are lame.
container collector redeeming value inherent risk manager double indemnity
i do not understand why people press the stop button when they can just press pause. it reminds me of when people drive and they run in somewhere to get something that takes like 2 seconds of their time and they turn off the car completely.
union square ghosts, transients on the floor, macaroni and cheese
this phrase is confusing to me but it makes me think about when people are seen or want to be seen doing a certain action. it reminds me of superficiality.
this makes me think about how much i love new york city and how much i hate san francisco. new york is a place where you can eat a doughnut and not get harrassed by some health nazi like you would in san francisco for smelling like a doughnut.
this happens all the time. i constantly wish people would back up their claims with concrete evidence and then all they reveal is nothing.
is this the lady that was in twin peaks? that woman has an intense face.
i am not one of those people who “hate” plastic. how can someone hate something that has been so helpful to civilization? and then again, how can anyone hate something that does not act like an asshole back to you? plastic does not act like anything because it’s not alive. people seriously need to get over their shit.
once again, i am reminded about how much i love nyc and how i hate hippies.
it is interesting to think about how my partner idealizes boston when in fact it is one of the most racist cities ever – in a quite unapologetic way. i sometimes have a hard time when people do not see racism nor change their mind about something when they find out it is “racist” because they have not experienced it before. i think people should really trust other people’s opinions sometimes.
haha. i just thought of the backstreet boys… i do not know why.
so when anyone i know says “moi” i can’t possibly take them seriously because then i think of miss piggy from the muppets.
what is actually forward moving to some people is backwards to others. i think of political correctness being forward moving to some people but it’s completely backwards to me.
is it weird how an american born, ethnic looking korean can be some sort of art star in warsaw? that place seems pretty cool if that can happen.
i think this word is misleading because what we are becoming is already what we are. because the action of becoming is what we are in the present … we are all becoming something. perhaps i should just stop right now because i am starting to notice that i am writing like a poet and that is scary.

eastwest twain meets best
running on empty
american mystery x
up vociferously on heads of state
stand up and be accounted for
built a phantasmagorical collosus using only cardboard and chicken feed
bitter and burning repressed and injured emotional. taking it out on each other
this is finally how it begins
my grandmother often told me that the only virtuous thing in life was a good speller
i’m in love and it feels like the first time…
fancy that i actually remembered to do this
when i was twenty all i could think about was pussy, now in middle age i feel like i’m in the heart of death valley
my mother and i spoke about my new girlfriend today for an hour. unbenownst to her my frustration at her giving me good advice has clouded the rest of my day. what to do?
giggles
twofer the price of
fishnet theory of life. you look trashy after to get ripped
didn’t i see you with a carrot up your ass in the tenderloin at midnight two weeks ago?
nostaligia being second best
fiscally, this town has become untenable for what i’d like to do here, i.e. make money enough to live off of.
laura palmer
halloween by the misfits
driving over the george washington bridge, they have a huge american flag hanging over it now. guess that’s how ny rolls these days
i trust that all people are a little bit racist. i think this keeps them honest, keeps them creepy, gives them rough dreams of extermination and sad looks when they see weakness in others
bell biv devoe lives. bbdl
piggybanking: taking pleasure in paying a whore (male or female) by stuffing the money inside them and then fucking them with aforementioned money.
political motivations for a nonpolitical time
someone accused me of being an art star, or wanting to be one. i disagreed with them and said that i didn’t want to be matthew barney, i want to be your mother
do you still write poetry?
shania vs. mark
until the cops got you
i love kesey too
tumultuously impregnated

sit out this one
crinkle cut the underside of my penis with your wavering vag
works splendidly for me
leave of my senses i soared over perdition into purgatory and on into nirvana
and funnily the lion lies down with the poodle
stories while living a life of abominations
round three from usr10
warm and fuzzy in the dead of winter
stories of grandpa crashing his harley that was too big for him. it happend during a special safety training course. he only broke three ribs. i know my grandmother is thinking, “i told you so” but i doubt she said this outloud while they were in the er
someplace across the bridge, or up 125th, or in an apartment with his girlfriend in barcelona.
cruel fancy played his tricks and i wish i could come up with titles like that.
and it’s easy to get caught up in such thoughts, but this morning i saw a broken record with the rca dog in tact…while i pulled out my cellphone camera a retard pined me against the wall and i realize that that those are the only kinds of things that matter. life is always fucking great.
getting into this bad habit of putting my mom on speaker phone. she does it to me too. i let her ramble on and i think she pretends to not notice the sounds of actions on the other line.
nervousness
on thursday at all the bars i don’t go to.
stockings, 15, eggwhites, running away, mix tapes in my toyota that trew a rod on i-80.
half moon
full moon
money and numbers, there’s always thailand, mexico, and sleeping in a box car, so i’ve heard.
beau
blonde wigs, white tommyguns and bonnie with no clyde
easy living when you can pay 2 buck and get a grand tour of the spectacle on the way to brighton and greek salads with dill.
everyone is absolutely fucking hilarious. i am. laughing at all my own joke.
when will i see you smile again?
i’m going to just go for it…iraq! ha motherfuckers.
make noise? take spiritual partners? vanity games – do laundry
9-11 conspiracy theory movie buffs taking their lunch breaks
monitoring myspace, posting threatening notes to underground venues the day before they’re deemed unfit for living
signed, accountant for the department of taste, elton john king henry ford
grinding stone faces sandwiched nude offerings trouble condiments
down boy. relax. find joy in small pleasures.
the soul will be reincarnated until each of the hearts desires are fullfilled
take it for a test drive. clean up the dead roaches. junkyard planet
ivy leage kids on a hunger strike.

i dunno
serbian pop star in the red dress and cement boobs
call the cops on, courtesy of the gold fronts
love sam shepard more
peeling paint and a rotten floor full of deceased wall paper and commie manifestos before che t-shrits became popular
when you have an in-dept analysis of 3:10 to yuma (1953version) due on friday.
unplesant surprizes, forgiveness
this experiment of yours
sam mendes and the south harbor (sydhavn) in copenhagen
oil is circulating in the san francisco bay
antidisestablishmentarianism
are absolutes? truth’s?
sexy
they sky is full of bright lights when you turn off the lights
crowd
in the slow lane
institutions
the space
on your hands and knees
provide them a katnip hotel
so does the reflection of your soul in your eyes
oh, that sounds good right now
out side of your studio
walk together looking for missing pieces
oh my, he is still alive
stole the song of the hummingbird
is to be
yellow car with red question mark painted on hood
i have something stuck in my teeth
open space
there is an answer for almost everything
i felt nothing but remorse at the end