Monthly Archives: October 2011

…A HAZE THAT CHEWED…

[In Response to She Existed Only To Explode… and But Why Explode when you can fly.]

A pageview from the stars. It came with an agitation of extremities and what some might feed on when it gets darker earlier and it’s not scheduled to be a moon that night. Fingers wrap around strands of fullbodied jewelry that glow when the lights go out. Your stomach growls and you can’t eat much longer. Once upon a time they encouraged you with complex molecules to clean your plate. You just don’t know anymore. It’s the part of the week where we show off for each other. One day Pollock made a painting where he colored in some of the spaces made by the intersecting drip lines and it was kind of out of character but actually in him all along. That day I put my head on the grid, got up in the morning, pulled on my boots and marched. I remember two years ago dancing the monster mash with a boy I liked. I didn’t say it any different. It just accumulated like that, like little pieces of brown leaf in the layer above the asphalt and below the water with the piece of lichen floating in it like toilet paper. A rock that ought to be picked up and agreed with.

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…TO DEATH, TO SLEEP….

[In Response to She Existed Only To Explode…]

But Why Explode when you can fly. Fly Fly Fly. ALl the time, so high, like a dragon fly, through cries, of listenings to the album 5. She wanted to metamorphosize into a floating mobile high in the sky. A mobile that could stretch over all of Texas, like the ultimate ode to Alexander Calder. Shifts, shapes, spinning in the wind, mind the hurricanes and tornados, Dorthy don’t know shit. She just tapped around in those silly red shoes but little did she know that all that she ever was seemed to be a tripped manifistation of a silly man in lion suit who took a tad bit too much acid that fine day. Colors blur, monkey fly, and we come to know the sleep as we die, stretched among a million bright colors, prism prism prism.

So spook yourself out, don’t try to scream, just live and breath, for its Halloween!


…EXPLODE…

[Response to: The End Is Nigh]

WOOSH

She only existed to explode. She existed only to explode.


…THEY TOLD ME I’VE GOT POTENTIAL…

[Response to: 1. in the beginning…]


…MAY I BRING A FRIEND…

[Respone to: Dog in a black hole…]

1. in the beginning, the dog was glamorous and kept its cool.
2. Now the space was formless and empty,
and the space seemed to ask,
does that dog look like a collie to you
or does it look more like a golden retriever
curled up like that in a basket.
3. and the apse said, spicy i like your colours.
4. one day, the space spun like a tie-dye melanoma and the dog spun in
counterclockwise direction.
5. the insides of the dog’s basket grew infinitely hot, painfully shiny
and rich with odors.
6. space is where the impossible comes out from
like a dog on a rock/et
sailing.
7. and if it’s not really monsters, the monsters can’t really be there then, and are therefore not physically real.


…HAPPY OCTOBER…

[Respone to: Collie in Space]

Dog in a black hole, or a space flooded with subatomic particles of wonder, and possibly spice.

The bark did indeed travel slower then light, but the dreams stretched forever at a speed unmeasurable by the scientist or the physician.