May 2012
48 posts
look. at. us. now.
remember when a hu-man, probably just man, had a tight grip on every inch of us. or so we thought. we wouldn’t of traded it for gold back then. thank god I’ve got gold now and no noose round my neck in the shape of a foolish boy. we entered this as one, treble and bass clef. ill wear the white dress soon, until then, gold will surely do.
that moment: someone is about to start to cry like a river and then they say “I’m sorry”
the facebook .com is no worthy memorial or a kingdom for obituaries. speak to your lord or universe or friend or tree or turtle. hell if you’re lucky your family.
leave the net a shallow place.
feel the words: memorial day
@america
ugly can’t buy you shit but money can buy that ugly mucho.
this is the decade to be
i feel as though i need to make these words 4-D. 2012 does not seem to just want words
i knew this day had unfinished business. i knew, i knew.
what it is i’m not sure. i am listening to music now. it rules me, of course. thats music in my bed with me, men. she likes my curves, she likes that i listen.
i had no hopes for today but have hopes for tomorrow.
look how we’ve grown. up.
i can see us together tomorrow. i hope you win the lottery and fly here. cash in...
i can’t sleep. jaws is in my brain. outgrowing his tank. it aint no place for the captivated. free willy
The 95 Theses on Painting
1. I am a painter.
2. I decided to become a painter. No one asked me to do this.
3. Becoming a painter is my way of deciphering the codes of visual information and experience that structure capitalism in our time.
4. Deciphering the codes also means rethinking the implied values of those codes.
5. I was never a doodler. (I never drew idly, playfully, without self-judgment and insecurity, for...
i can’t have my mind outlive my body.
to be one
to be one
for a happy boy, you write like a sad girl
not oprah but oprah
im smiling more. (living)
20 uglychildishplaces 12
do you find yourself taking out your sad life on me? two steps back does it rattle you at all? i couldnt live with myself. i dont live just for myself though. i have been living for all of us. this shifty castle we’ve built. carrying every concrete block up the mountain. dont tempt me: to glide down that hill and never ever have to climb up again. translation: i could walk away.
when that...
i need you by me
there will always be women.
i know that to be true. my bank and heart on the line: i know that is true.
you could steal everyones ears and let music melt to the dinosaurs graves yet there will always be a rhythm ‘cause da women live.
you have no mother? i can hold you.
women give life. a feather a man can’t weight.
im programmed to love men. still, i see this kaleidoscopic...
u know dayton held you back. u know dayton held you
what friend should you let go of?
this body work is coming to a rightful end. joy...
dj
DJ is tattoo ready
bullets&buffets
Listen
don’t become me. become me life
Time on my hands Since you been away boy I ain’t got no plans No no no no And the sound of the rain Against my windowpane Is slowly, is slowly drivin’ me insane, boy
"DUMB25"
this is life. when she says “…fighting vainly the old enui and i suddenly turn and see, your fabulous face”
just when you thought i couldnt give you joy…ya’all shoulda seen me yesterday! i was living.
i have been replaced. i am the consolation. which is fine. you look dumb. you’ll soon be lonely and without me. ill be busy with the non delusionals.
andthen a bitch gets on wearing her harpo studios badge and sits right next to me. i recall that dream. not dead, just treading water
on my way here i rode the city bus alone. i felt fame. the lonely kind after your album didnt sell and now this is the comeback. where you speak of how ugly fame can be. youre alone. lake shore drive. freedom and pain freedom and pain.
u feel me? like when you know what the right thing is to do. so you play this ping pong with it in your head. u will probably mention it to someone else. the clause, of course: “don’t tell anyone but”. you need their approval, knowing the truth already. truth might not have wings but it has its own heartbeat, its own life its own time.
the moment you heard someone say something that you’ve been trying to say for years. (ah!)
piece of mind peace of mind
i say all that to say: thank u for watching
chutzpah
the moment you see how clearly others saw you, damned and foolish. jiminy, i am human!
rain reminds me too much of myself. enough already
you are not a friend
who would drive the highway i build from here across the atlantic?
i shall try and write more with pastel colors
got too comfortable now got too beaten
it is music that often speaks to me in a language more coherent than most humans with lungs and chords
precisely 2 days ago i did something i often don’t. i found an odd park and found an uncomfortable bench and sat. i tried to take in what was around me. lots of pigeons. many of whom had mangled toes. they still walked though. a homeless lady did come up to me. she said, “I’m just as white as you are but i haven’t taken a bath all year cause i live in this damn park”....
'everywhere you go, there you are'
-anne
can you imagine? you cannot imagine:
can anyone make your blood boil more than a lover or a mother. mine is convinced im carrying the 80s in my blood. strickened and bound to melt in disease. can you imagine your own mother lecturing you on your own disease.
my phone (which has no heart) most likely wept for me hearing the words she spoke.
this body is something else.
April 2012
34 posts
so what do u do after you give up ?
i cannot make up for the lack of compassion in these hurted hearts. they no longer surprise me or give any gasoline to hope or faith. those cracked and trampled rose-colored glasses must be glued on.