2008

A dollop of dada in drizzle. Mindblurbs are automatic bullet-point poetry for
the MTV generation. Attentions span.

Years past are archived on the right.
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12.16.8
a few thousand timely thoughts
time-sensitive stolen moments managed

12.12.8
what are some things that thoughts softly sting? does a pot softly stew?

12.10.8
midwinter wilderness wilted to withered wastland
winter’s wrist lifted above a crooked elbow of wistful woe
pressed to forehead, wringing a kerchief wet

10.22.8
If all things are done for either love or money, then why am I so poor?

10.16.8
a subtle insanity, bubbles in the brainpan

10.15.8
rubber bands are tragic elastic plastic
sad circles trying to hold it together, trying to contain or subdue

9.15.8
flesh of our father’s fishbone foot-bath
got a gristle tooth

9.9.8
robot eyes and sleep deprived morning filth

9.4.8
agnostic sea angels, snot in my salad, eyes aglow with wept.
A day sets us apart, an infant fist, a wide whisper of white.

8.20.8
a last hurrah, a split slurry of straw

8.12.8
peon’s prelude, pawn’s prawns’ prongs

8.10.8
Once a Pawn, a Time

8.5.8
symetry in balance, arms wide and toppling governments
acrobats are the healthiest
mouthfulls of vitimins, stomach fulls of medicines
fulls of mouths like open gulls, stretched whites in wisdom

7.29.8
final chances are bullshit, it’s never over until you’re dead (or they are)
so for the same reason, don’t give up, you never know.

7.26.8
a formula for succes, a swizzleweed absense

7.23.8
twiddling my “um”s, got studder-breath
c-c-c-catching in my throatlosenges, my esopho-gasses
spilling word balloons and splitting infinities with my razor wit

7.21.8
a germ of an idea, born on the wind, built into multi-cellular glop
floating foolishness, ideas abroad, afloat, alphalpha,
some mollecular super-heroics, a swath of super-villians
viral or virulent, vile and violent
isotopic isotopia shattered

7.8.8
full of ugly.
this city, this country.
assaulted on a street corner.
a man full of anger.
a mouth half-empty of teeth,
emptying of spittle.
a fist flung inches from my face.

7.2.8
a squid fighting an octopus, up in arms everywhere!

6.5.8
panda bear pudgy, yin yang colored animals: zebra, panda
pather and black bear are cheating, zebra fish.
some squares might surface to become circles

6.2.8
half a year missing and gone, the mid-year blues, the monster-mash middling-maybe of june

5.28.8
redid and redone, rebibbed and rebunned, ribbed and rubbed, robbed

5.20.8
all of days away, off by mere numbers, not like breathing

5.14.8
shacked and hacked to hell and shell

5.12.8
gross and green go glob in glove, tentacle in tentacle

5.10.8
grappling and glowing, glowering and gripping, gleam in the eye of a giant

5.9.8
all kinds of fun to be had at the fun having fun house in havesburg

5.8.8
obscene incandescence, flickring slick in the slippery black night

5.7.8
suspension on my disbelief dirtbike is making sparks on the superhighway speedbumps

4.30.8
sparks of inspirational insipidness, incite and iconography

4.29.8
antiques and axe-weilding freaks, asp-burrs and Aspergers

4.28.8
warbling witch voices whispering wicked wickan worldviews

4.24.8
odes are like odors

4.23.8
gromit holes with cammels jumping
like dolphins through to heaven
from canvas tents in an iraqi desert

4.22.8
“ideas are everywhere”
suck the stack and dig the digital ideas
“share everything you can”
sharing is caring is clarifying is clarinet playing is cardboard escalation escaping
“You’re brilliant. We’re hiring.”
bubbling brain boil, glowing glove of a guided germsies
“A license to persue dreams”
a string of brain symbols float upside down in either
“Innovation not instant perfection”
building is like bubbling, soda pop programming
“Data is a-political”
robot politics, robot poles, robot votes, robot victories
“creativity loves constraint”
poetic form flying in the face of creative juice, drink the carbon coolaid
“users, not money”
flying monkeys and butts and typewriters flying out of monkey butts
“Don’t kill projects. Morph them.”
anthropology of anime, geneology of cartoon rabits

4.21.8
glock blocks, gobs of cock rock, stalks of cock
gibbering jock slop, slot shot, slippery shock

4.20.8
a spilling wellspring of satisfaction and salivation,
spellbound and seasonal distinctions and acronyms

4.18.8
metal plating loses temperate thermometer-based traction
a track-ring gunmetal walk
metal clad clod hoppers klang on klingon floors
killing jokes, killing jokers in their laughter
he who laughs last dies last of laughing gas

4.9.8
all lost on the western front

4.8.8
barbarian broom

...swung with reluctant might—about head height
sweeping dirty clatter as the bristles shatter
into my brother’s weilded trash can lid shield.
and his retort, a thrust of his wrapping paper tube sword,
aimed expertly at my head—I move just-in-time instead.
We’re knights in dirty household armor.

4.6.8
salutations from the saturation point, all symbiotes and salamander skins
sanitized handwavers and whippersnapper sidekicks
we’ve got a few minutes to ramp up our ratings
saturation greets you most generously with free swag for your sweaterthreads
skin grafts for your ancestor birthday suits, and
cleverly masquerading advertisements for your boot-bottoms
So buckle up Saturation Point junkies, have we got a show for you!

4.4.8
lunch and uncommon conundrums with questions and quilts all quitting

4.2.8
ungrateful for the universal grapes, you grappel with giving up, and instead go for seeds
jack’s beanstalk squatter, stolen bean bitches!

4.1.8
all worthy waiting is whiling your timelines, twiddling your thumbnail jpegs,
sporting a spot of the system syntax serenity.

3.26.8
a rebel fruitfly dances at midnight on the hung grapes of wrathful insight

3.21.8
Sometimes the accomplishment is to finish the sentence, and sometimes the accomplishment is to spell accomplish right.
Goals are gargantuan gorillas climbing towers of observation.

3.20.8
bitches and blueberries

3.19.8
sometimes strumming, cooking game, walking lame

3.18.8
a pain of consequence, the conniving of plastic cuttlery

3.17.8
bars and bibles, barrels full of bibs on babies

3.14.8
all signs point to nothing at all…

3.13.8
wonderful wonderful washing machine—living-tech, soap-robot

3.12.8
dish spinning topless top-throwing troubadour in trouble

3.5.8
a steel brush for my heart… to wipe away the rust

3.1.8
sleep dep schlep, pep, help kelp kept slept

2.27.8
mexican trains and busses, travel is such a headtrip
out of place spaces, eyes and insides inside-outed

2.26.8
questions of quarrel and quay

2.22.8
dragons in speedos

2.21.8
a gargantuan nosle-snaz

2.19.8
In the future, alliterations are king.

Carpal tunnel vission, inviting invigorating peripherals.

2.18.8
numerical symetry, simplicity syncronycity city
got angel bones and devil skin, limbo limbs and seventh circle synapses

2.15.8
slash five slash – eyes dash eyes – blink
gorgon stone solemn,
sermon sad semen stay stickilly ensconced

2.14.8
vale of oven-baked valentine haze

ginger bread breasts and bun-in-the-oven ass (biscuit-butt)
pie filling and creaming on top
kneading your rolling-pin pounding

2.13.8
classic claiming of clamshell clavacles, intuit the tuition

2.6.8
textadermy: stuffing old fonts and hanging them on the wall…
fonterrific

2.5.8
taxi sleeping, eyes like lead hammers
crotch socket

2.4.8
fib ‘o natch, he
seek inches
lie kin throw pee

1.31.8
gore goading, gloating and goating

1.29.8
apples to apple seeds, apple sause lost
appleseed of my eyesocket

1.28.8
all shell shutter triumverate

1.27.8
astonishing fedex men

1.24.8
pragmatic, prag-spastic, pregnantastic, purple static
pepper pleasing plastic sneezing seething stealing

1.21.8
head and stomach collide, too many marshmallows swallowed

1.15.8
little leagues of librarian spartans

1.14.8
middle finger finalized, finish your first words

1.11.8
butchering the business, giving the business end the business,
givers of gifts and gibblets are clark-gabling their way to gibralter
on white-tied horses of whoredom, whales of wisdom and winter

1.10.8
in other words, or rather, er, now that I think about it…

1.7.8
Celebrate the snake heads, the eyes of serptents, the forked tongues—slither and hiss near hysterics on the dance floor
give up your body to the wriggle and rattle that tail.

1.4.8
status like synapse snakes, eyes of fire and slim-stones
looking out from stone portals, citadels collapse
archery eyelets and asymetrical asparagus

1.1.8
eight is the year of infinity, spun a bit too long, we’ve fallen down and
our upright is sideways, our eyes from cock-eyed to hawk-like straightened
we have arachnid eyelets, sight of the stars, fade out to nothing