must title

all the things
think i will write little tales of bumf with a few tralala so i don't have to say a word. can just smile stupid (that shouldn't be so hard). getting rather close though to that time when it all will suddenly look blatant so horrid. perhaps tomorrow. can't wait for that little voyage to the bottom
prob is horrid, oooh, here comes...

fete goes plastique fool gets no coffee

bargains galore
for those who dare
to enter into
la casa done drive by
big cup please
grande means what? sounds big to me
but afoot? BAAAHH!
you are sadly
absent of the required
2000 lbs of metal and exhaust
required for said purchase
tough luck lady loo
whipped cream can kiss my ass

creatures sly

nothing else to do as i sat on the potch (the potch? okay ) wondering how to get into the house and why there were so many crickets and the lazy ass cat wasn't doing a damned thing about them...

yes sitting on a potch wishing for some curds and whey
(c.w. inside items) there were plenty of spiders besides
to round out the animal kingdom

speaking of which, do not appear to have rabies, although i'd love an excuse

more paint noise

oh AHHHHHHHHHHHH
eeeehhhhhhhhhhh
GAAAAAAAHHH

nailed

thought crisped
beach blue
with a t*w*i*n*n*k*url


crisp like chips
and pearls bitten
spit out so g.r.i.tTy

yeah ego goes hypoglycemic

what? you don't have one? get lost.
if i didn't do this i'd involute further
so shove that ,whoops, i'm supposed
to be nice now aren't i...
hmm? why not just be the mean fuck i
was destined to be, a bitter old nasty
with a big gnarly stick! *laughs*
oh, feeling better already...think a coffee
is in order or a rise in blood sugar, feelin
low.

just a textbook

grief and pain are the same
mundane
yet it's like a little candy hard with shiny wrapping
i still open the thing up thinking there'll be something else inside this time

the edi page

found a letter to the edi on the edi page of the boundless gazette today.
it was written by my aunt a woman who knows a thing or two but doesn't say them aloud so much. so she voices with a quick curt how dare you history mock political and her view isn't the popular one no.
she doesn't talk a lot though you see, not like this, but for the meals and the garden tomatoes from a rogue you know just things like that. but i don't listen much either, just hear of her ailments from my mum, and i can't abide the litany so the door closes softly and i shag rug soft.
unfair, yeah i know.
so the edi letter was read aloud in the clearest speaking voice at the suburban coffee mandalay where the view is oh so stripmall, and we all listened leaned in cocked to catch the point. but it had to have been edited chopped up because it really made no sense, and we know my aunt has more cohesion than that. you could tell she hated the killing. and she couldn't take the lies anymore of the politico so she wrote. with numbers too. and dates. how does she know all that my mum asked.
and i really should listen to her more bypass the tomatoes and get into her head and learn a thing or two. sounds like she's got some truth.

weather

came in through the window
creating a watery electric shrine by the bedside
was temple bound binding so tempting to lick
for a quick and painless death or a good long whack
of plastic reconstruction muscleflap rotation

a cold north moon

it would seem that northernmost moons come in cycles of 18.5 to 19 years. this year the northermost moon is on sept 15 at 1:27 a.m universal time ( sept 14 9:27 p.m. eastern daylight time ). the last northernmost moon was on sept 15, 1987, and the next one shall be march 7, 2025. the moon will be at it's zenith over the thar desert in india. this and more at www.idialstars.com

whoops liar liar

i do NOT see dead blogs
am just impatiently jumping
when i should be observing a-gain GRAINY HARD NOISE CUTS IN right HERE as the head EXPLODES
right off the shoulders blooMPH!

blogfusion

in a bizarre turn of events the entry below is now supposedly not there...however i must confess, i still see it.

new technique

every time i want to _____
i will __________instead

my brother says

astronomers like the word dwarf
and i like that pluto and charon rotate about each other with the epicentre outside of either of them, a point in empty space pushmepullyu style. although that, it would seem, pisses off those astro sorts and undermines the value the 9th, r.i.p.

morning cataleptic

doesn't take long
diseased walls

dog park

rained in the dog park today big castle dog. red was so smashing for the river swimmers bathing in the wadepool shallows like a street puppy without a walker and a ball and a damned fine leash. the walker boys are beautiful and fluttery. they hug their pimpgirl and hand her cash. i'd love to kiss one. kiss the boy with the small mouth and the shy smile who said hello twice and touched me softly in the dogpark before he whistled and walked away.

the normal progression of undone, documented

aka bar banter for word men

the entry wound
not visiblefuckin nothin look at it manshe saw him in the coffee shop
first reviewuh huh, we needed somethinhe was so kind
below the third ribwhere, oh yeah, could you back up just a littleand funny he made her laugh
a scratchmove that shadow, great, thanksshe knew she loved him then
for the uninitiated with sleep in the eyefuck what time is it anyway?the hours flew

the exit gaping: frogs and venomous toadsjesus got a buckethow the fuck did this occur
how long she been thereno i feel fine, reallymonths but she can't let go
with those blood orange tearshey, we gonna be done soon?damned brutish words
she doesn't look so bad, at firstshe's kinda cutethe facade is getting harder to maintain

it's enough to make grown men swoon even the tall ones
they say buck up, often
(the night hard and particulate)
pursuing their own crimes
the bedcover smooth

fuck fuck you i loved you i loved you i still fucking love you fuck i love you

listen are we done i got a lot of stuff to do, get these pictures processed, fill in the forms, they keep making the forms more and more complicated, ya know. got a light? hey, i know it's against the rules, but hey, do ya mind? i'm still not used to this stuff after all this time, hope i never get used to it, thanks...hey, have a good night, eh? yeah, have a good night

go blood orange moon come find these boys and shake some truth into the figments tyrone and steven and lukas lights with mild tremor roll another cigarette laugh into the recording device for posterity the club of brave souls embraced heat despite the fan and the girl's eyes go misted as the noise level increases well into the night

ah sufjan ah david

on a stage together no less
such wonderful nerd song raconteurs
i really loved it

narcopanic

is what happens when u know you are not going to get even a breath of enough sleep and u have to decide if u should just stay up and feel like uber crap later on tonight, ur, tomorrow night?
sleep however wins in the rockpaperscissor conuuuuuzzzzzzuuuuundum

obviously

didn't leave big enough offering for Arbao this week

that's a weird word, eh?

super
jut had one of those moments when a word degrades
super
when you say it and suddenly it dissolves into a meaningless noise
super
and you say it over and over and the neurons don't connect they just
l l l l
h a n g
there
limp

and the word goes slipshod into wormhole and back but isn't ever the same after, just a version of itself, artificial and suspect
slightly yellower than when it left, with a light buzzing sound

serum caffeine level

is directly proportional to raised eyebrows
burnt toast is great with peanut butter and honey
the paintings look juvenile and vapid
super

erid crup thinking 1

this is not my beautiful 7
this scup is flur
look JUST LOOK
signifier. of what?
five. over. again.
there was a
line
m.i.s.s.i.n.g.
gun! yes? or spike? spike! did you look at the x-ray?
man! that was impressive
dint dito dint dito
told you it would be a long one
sutured never healed
i didn't know about that guilt
that creepi creeping
erid? erid? are you mine?
can you hear me?
erid? open your eyes erid!
what day is it erid?
can you count backwards from 100?
where is the line erid?
erid? don't fall back to sleep!
it's only a tube erid, we just need to find the 7...

sudden dearth

dirt and caramel dogs
popped rocked for god
in the drive-thru fix
walls whiter can cover it up mostly
but i still can't feel your ribcage move
sing boy 90.4%water
couldn't separate paper
from the shy boy
who's 13.4%fighter
touch the scabs lightly or they peel off like fresh paint
and photocopy the wounds* for immediate distribution**

*mostly to head, defensive in nature
**scattered randomly under windshield wipers in urban parking spaces

nothing like bitter

to get me to laugh out of a slump
i was wondering if the damned wrote "i hate"
and i can't even recall if that's the title, just the recurrent lyric in the song
so i punched in i hate and got this which made me feel somehow better.
funny, because you wouldn't think it should.

man in a pink shirt

i hid
had only opened the door thinking it was
mom trying to build me a platform
but it was a man with a clipboard
and a pink shirt i crouched
down holding panicked
breath not shutting so
it wouldn't make
a sound not a
click

now i want to have him for breakfast

no patience for the living
and only guilt for the dead
is it just my ego
preying stealth minds as excuses
for vast ineptitude
in day to day matters
like toast and grass
kindness elusively put down
crinkle edges torn tin
wanting not to make those same words
that slay brave knights
on the all night streetcar
relooping though
actions are completed
encapsulated
the tv of each memory has a different editor and mine's a fucking bad sitcom
with a dead leading lady
full of soundbytes and confessionals
digitally enhanced carpet
darjeeling , love?
it'll never happen in a month of chrismases
breakfast is for normals
on sunday
oh god, the phone again
no i don't want it
pushed into my life
like toothpaste out of a tube
go AWAY
FUCK THE GRASS!

i'm going back to bed
fuck the toast too...

on brownness

shadowed, unclear, underdone
still bread
a line missing
( what should have been there murmurs )

but the effect is nice
serene horizontal mudded
quite
and a twinning most gemini
he'd like that

what's he thinking in the dead world tonight?
was it cold
on that bed
when we flipped
off the switch?



____________________________________________
speaking of mud,almost went brown today had my finger stuck right in there
but then i laughed and thought better of that
i might be naked but i don't like brown paint

rain anxiety

been sunny for 2 weeks
now i have photo shoot if it rains i am going to fling self bodily off highest peak

paint goon

it's a pain(t)ed world as of late
guess i'll do it
guess i'll read a million books, hide under covers
do the toenail thing
guess i'll carry the weight
guess i'll hate a few people
guess i'll look over the shoulder to try to read the word on my back
'cause the mirror says luf

jangle

my father has been dead for one month now

ask us

we will tell you we don't know
we will tell you not to
we will tell you to skip the perimeter
bypassing the maid dream sequence
(technically impossible)
chew the flavoured fat so cafe-go-lightly
like a condemned man
you said it was stale but it looked
fresh:enough
for my liking
but you've always been picky

what it isn't what it (ucking isn't

painting::::::::::::::::::::fuc)::::::painting
this is not::::::::::(uck::::::::::::this is not
painting::::::::::::::::f)(k::::::::::painting
:::::::::::::::f:::::::::::::::::::::::::::c:::k:
::::p:A:i::::n:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :t: :::

pome

altho i am nice now
i still say fuck

what it isn't

painting
this is not
painting

spaced go galactose

ethereal traded seconds for forward go motion
a lack of sharp contrast
wall of heads

BANGBANGBANG milk mile file defile de
foul fool ful loop look mook monk mink milk
the daytime frames a greenness you can't find under any hell bent moon to mock

look over your shoulder
it's in your hair tangled baby kisses like unsharpened pencils
written in that look i've seen before

what i can't do

• surf; horseride; hold breath for any extended period; ballroom dance; distinguish dog breeds; speak or read urdu; manual labour; intellectual pursuit of any significant depth; theorize; spelunk; scubadive; suntan; grow wings; go back in time; be a different skin; plumb; hang-glide; cultivate super powers; turn insideout; bake

what i can do

• wonder

surf

surf, n.,& v.i. 1. Foam & commotion of sea breaking on shore or reefs; -- bird, coast-bird related to sandpiper ; -- boat, of buoyant build for use in -- ; -- man, skilled in managing --boats ; --riding (on boards, as a sport ). 2. v.i. Go --riding. Hence --'y a. [earlier suff ( c. 1600 ), poss. of Indian orig. ]

charm biscuit

like a window full of cereal boxes
and slumlord banter
walking the extra block for the cheaper coffee
surreptitiously
cuz you are hip with the owner of the swanky cafe
love her skirts
the gap in her teeth when she smiles

hauntingly beautiful

My lover stayed in Lebanon, on the sixth floor of an apartment building with magnificent red theatre curtains shading the balcony. Since this is the only building left standing (the others collapsed in a giant heap), I imagine my lover was able to circumvent the bombing by drawing the curtains shut.


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Rheim Alkadhi is an interdisciplinary artist. Currently, her work can be seen at Los Angeles Contemporary Exhibitions (LACE), featuring a civilian hair repository that indexes 1200 deaths from two weeks of air raids in Iraq. She lives in Los Angeles.
For more information visit: http://www.birwaz.org/alkadhi.htm

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overwhelmed

it's all too much
can't sift

not doves / foul piece

yeah, there is a lot going on in the world


standing alone
trippin on mine enemies ffoott blow n over there
bloody savage isn't it while i dally about the school year starting and pencils and the soil of the guilt grows greener grass.
but shut that off now, i'm eating my dinner jumbosize that needle for the insulin. would you like anthrax. more than 4 dead in ohio when this baby hits. tie that down. in the cargo hold. mugshot me. one more lifeless one for road. listen to the rhetoric and bob's your uncle. it's HIV. TB. guantanamo. crop dust our heads with dead birds love won't bring us together. please deposit your H1N5 before boarding.
that'll shut the other shit down.

animal bicycle mishaps

was telling someone about the bat then they reminded me of the suicidal squirrel incident

tea and vinegar

on being bitten by a bat

tight
alkalinic
tannic soft
mixed together tea and buffered milk
hydrophobic/hydrophilic
no blood in the mirror when i checked death in a little black fuzz cape
actually, are they not brown?
brown is tangential
going to london
extrinsic/china bird in the cupboard/ finding things in really odd places
am i foaming yet , there isn't enough time to finish the canvas in that case
i better write the words soon and stop the things i don't want, like the daily news and the clear liquids...

when it becomes product

when i want to know who looks, how to get them to look, how to get them to love then it is product is is manufacturing it is business not pure not honest not even very friendly. i've been making for the last 10 days straight and i feel overwhelmingly wrungout. took a lot longer than i thought. 4 big canvases, still working on those. papers too, but got to move on what to do with them, showing, framing, what is framing, it's display, it's marketability, isn't that back to selling and whoring? running all sorts of directions ultimately quite fast, like background static. gotta write something today too, was a promise. must keep those. promises. must. yes. mittens would be good, puffy things around my noisy parts.

ba(th)ing

realized it had been a while, couldn't actually recall when. how grand! tired, all that bathing i've come undone and bits, an arm i think, floated off...

how many of these are there?

blogs i mean. buckets of blogs. billions like carl's stars. gobs. oodles.
way better than journals, for one thing i can read this afterwards... of course that may or may not be such an attribute. after all, last entry about prismed nasal effluvient.

diffracted snot

sneezed and the droplets on the monitor are beautiful and rainbow

rusti bike is swell

oh yeah
mirror: 5 bucks
reflector: a buck fifty
new non geeky helmet: priceless
( okay that's lame, but a friend of mine asked me if the road was softer near my house then? when i said i only used the helmet for long hauls...)
brains come in handy, sometimes

at a human pace

slow speed is how it happens when your rusti bike is at the shop

boy in a dress

this morning he was clad in corduroy like a man with stubble and he looked so folorn and beige and i missed the kicky wool knee highs and the swagger was absent today just blank look if i didn't know the corner

ps

don't care

daydaytdatehair

breat h e while its there lung gil xled unventilated tap xped out on the keyboard that it xs time it xs time it xs gog ogo brea th e some lifewithother outer from the otherside of no not silled river xriver edg-e ripe americansoil burst xbreathe maybe ki xs would be nice knowing something about st*rs and monday monsoons a haircut from xhoppy scissors with xhoppy hands (marked with henna at the drivethrough so catching a sight outaken i ) but the money's alright yeah it's alright and breathing's all that and more
yeah it's alr i te

B ark rejects

( love douglas adams )
insurance agents are not even good enough for the B ark. at times. don't like em. nope. not a bit. send them into space with crusts and rags i say!

kinda banal

gee, happy in my realm becomes kinda cloying, dotcha say? i do. hmm. odd that i do pain much better, the skatingpond of the terminally iced. i guess.

a few thoughts:
1) odd that men can be rogues but girls are seen as, well, wrong, that way. ( x-men makes that a murdering offence, her crime of roguery ) why does marriage, singledom, or even being paired , ie: not condemned to solitude, define the woman so? i never used to give it a second thought, for ages ( aeons in fact ) and now it's in my consciousness. what's with that? is life just a 3 act play with girls and guys and gay repartee. where is my inner noel coward. i'm thinking way too much about this, i can tell...

2) also, if help,you've fallen, and you can't get up, it doesn't matter how old or not that you are, you are still in big trouble.

that's it.
'night!

juniper on the lake

weekend juniper
horse drawn hats
the fly road will take you to the mud road, sista
don't take the highway it's them
from the city you don't live in
so we can talk, we can talk then, sista
broad unhurried means so little time to waste wanting
it's peach and pie too hot to cover
cat dog dog dog
ratio 1:3 friendly
watch the others!
groaning weighty entendre ripe with fecund playwrights
suddenly bigger words and pregnant pause
mimics and love
girl boy boy boy
watch the ratios!
feel free to taste the sweet august twisted mead
slam the screen door laughing now, boys
uncork my story

might wish to be so

what a crock of fragment heated barged up
so little forethough
so not ( gritty )
but the outcomes are ( fuck i'm drizzled O hi ) just take one part per million neutrinos, positrons, mu and heavy water ( yum. grande ) DRINKITUP you are galactically fucked ( hellooo antimatter whatsa matter) saying: hey doll ( slammed ) you havn't enough, come on ( pssst psst pssst whipper slipper noise noise noise ) try it again with feeling this time i know you got it in your hand it's tattooed on your cuecard it's the cat's meow
yup

happy note

last night on hot street after sun went down everybody happy those of us who sat outside moved slowly succumbing to it all eating icecreams and frothy freeze in tall chill glass leaving fingerprinting with smiles to strangers reading sipping pavement heat pouring more cold water watching the people who smiled too especially the ones with the bikes and the huge cut watermelons and ribbons in their hair noone minded not a single drop of sweat

not fond of trucks

weeblewobbling brutes.