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Tuesday, February 13, 2007
now in digital wisescreen
the effect material objects have on us is quite amusing if not funny.
when they don't do what we want, or be where they ought, we feel victimised.
yet, in the odd grace of synchronicity we feel vilified.
most objects now have the added bearing of purpose and human directive. everything we come into contact with has been shaped, construed, purpose built by another. perhaps even an unwritten history, and yet when IT doesn't work IT is the individual object that takes all of our inappreciative blame.
where i ask is the character? ¶ 3:46 pm 0 Comments
when they don't do what we want, or be where they ought, we feel victimised.
yet, in the odd grace of synchronicity we feel vilified.
most objects now have the added bearing of purpose and human directive. everything we come into contact with has been shaped, construed, purpose built by another. perhaps even an unwritten history, and yet when IT doesn't work IT is the individual object that takes all of our inappreciative blame.
where i ask is the character? ¶ 3:46 pm 0 Comments
Monday, February 05, 2007
pirate monkeys
those damn gypies putting up their walls as though it were there walls and i don't hear no difference but they keep telling me to listen for it. i just rattle and buzz. maybe i am a fly by and all this may turn up in a local newspaper about some coffee boy not cut out to be a jazz singer. what a shclip they will wail and hollow, like the steam is coming back in. i never seen em going like that before. oh that first time when the steam was a coming in all on over the sills and the panes. i couldn't believe the condescation bellowing up around us. the soft tingle feeling over a leper messiah stroking the insides of my thighs. oh i was only twelve then and the small bristles of hair that carried itself over small fleshy thighs prinkled in a off pleasant way. like sticking a buzz up your nose.
they found some other topic to go on a bout. this music sifting in the background with the constant white wall of tracking demise. a continual push for the ultra sharpeneed pixel perfect image of flow and meaning. as though god's finger print could be marked out in all the blank spaces. and then we would be able to put him on file and whenever he is pulled up for a future breath test his whole record could be dragged up. the medical records could be made readily available just to see one's susceptibility to alcohol and any abnormal medical conditions that may affect thte results of the test. saves a lot of hassle and most importantly the tax payers dollar.
i can hear the music play its as if i have tapped it into my skull using some sort of high powereed frequencey globe trotting device which seeks and hones broadcasting directly into the brain whatever signals it can most cogently understand. ¶ 4:04 am 0 Comments
they found some other topic to go on a bout. this music sifting in the background with the constant white wall of tracking demise. a continual push for the ultra sharpeneed pixel perfect image of flow and meaning. as though god's finger print could be marked out in all the blank spaces. and then we would be able to put him on file and whenever he is pulled up for a future breath test his whole record could be dragged up. the medical records could be made readily available just to see one's susceptibility to alcohol and any abnormal medical conditions that may affect thte results of the test. saves a lot of hassle and most importantly the tax payers dollar.
i can hear the music play its as if i have tapped it into my skull using some sort of high powereed frequencey globe trotting device which seeks and hones broadcasting directly into the brain whatever signals it can most cogently understand. ¶ 4:04 am 0 Comments
Sunday, February 04, 2007
he sits beside her on the couch. picks himself up. pours himself another shot. rips it down. reaches for the bread knife and the tea towel. back in the couch. shoves the tea towel in her mouth and rips a gash in her arm and a smaller one in her neck.
about ten minutes.
i am going to fuck you. i have ten. scream - you have ten. that's all.
the more she struggles the weaker she feels. blood is staining the couch. squirms to a standstill. no breath is enough to shout through the test.
left palm holding her face back into the head of the couch the right is pulling down her track suit pants. underwear slip off with the brown pants. a swift punch to the temple knocks her temporarily unconscious which gives him enough time to force his penis into her gully hole. his right palm breaking her nose he forces himself up and down her in rythmic spasms of pleasure. a moan and fluid fills between her legs and he becomes more enthusiastic. the time gets away and he comes inside. losing the erection he quickly slaps and hits her round the face and breasts to garner another. she gurgles and he flips her onto her belly. very slight movement and feint breathing. forces the soft cock into her and slaps around. a slight gurgling movement and julia stops breathing. ¶ 2:11 am 3 Comments
about ten minutes.
i am going to fuck you. i have ten. scream - you have ten. that's all.
the more she struggles the weaker she feels. blood is staining the couch. squirms to a standstill. no breath is enough to shout through the test.
left palm holding her face back into the head of the couch the right is pulling down her track suit pants. underwear slip off with the brown pants. a swift punch to the temple knocks her temporarily unconscious which gives him enough time to force his penis into her gully hole. his right palm breaking her nose he forces himself up and down her in rythmic spasms of pleasure. a moan and fluid fills between her legs and he becomes more enthusiastic. the time gets away and he comes inside. losing the erection he quickly slaps and hits her round the face and breasts to garner another. she gurgles and he flips her onto her belly. very slight movement and feint breathing. forces the soft cock into her and slaps around. a slight gurgling movement and julia stops breathing. ¶ 2:11 am 3 Comments
Friday, February 02, 2007