hi abiogenesis
exploding homophones & carahanniicarus/ikarus
yet again, english teacher told us to use vocabulary words in the form of a story. any form. (this was hard because these were awful words.)
My hands crawl over the surface of the table, dilatory; my fingers scrape into the teak. My eyes flutter and the dry tears of ennui spill out over the table, into the grooves scraped by fingernails painted with lassitude. I am only here because I am an insurgent. I inveighed against the sun, and I was put here out of reach of its scalding rays. The mind of my mind exhorted me, warned me against the war. The superego flitted around my bedchamber sprouting golden wings of utter pretension. The ID of my ID licked at the dissension, kissed the violence square on the mouth. I am only here because I am a stalwart; I turn my shoulders against the mind of my mind. I spit at the punctilious mind of my mind and it shrivels on the cold tile. Call me brusque, I’d rather call me determined. I’m not the credulous sort; I believe what my fingers tell me. My fingers tell me: the death of the sun is palpable. I sit here in the lazy dark, in the strongest silence, and it is no fortuitous thing.
this
life has been gorgeous sensuality.
i advise you to set your skin on fire.
you feel beautifully.
did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you look when you’re asleep?
i want your weight on me until the planets collide with each other.
i haven’t written in two weeks.
for two weeks i have lived in my novel.
for two weeks i have lived in my novel.
for two weeks i have lived in my novel.
yesterday, i met joshua cohen, and his beautiful girlfriend helen, for a short time.
joshua is deeply amusing and very intelligent, and largely hung over.
i enjoy him.
helen is tall and beautiful and knowsfeels about art.
everyone in the world should know about alberto giacometti.
set your skin on fire.
a lot of people are telling me that my mind means sex.
i think that sex goes well in the mind
like a gorgeous wine pairing.
floods the neural convolutions
drowns your limbic system.
lose your language.
lose your fingers.
i want to lie you down in soft loamy earth
cover you in dry fragrance and spice
hover my fingers over you
and look dark into your eyes.
ancestry known.
someone teach me again how to write a novel.
someone teach me again how to avoid women.
life is simply gorgeous sensuality.
set your skin on fire.
new
It’s 2010 and I think I look like this.
Winter is demure.
Quiet music.
[[The soft tinkling of the celesta.]]
The snow blanket has been folded, I swallowed it.
I can see the sky again
and nothing has ever been so beautiful.
[[The soft tinkling of the celesta.]]
I will kiss you all.
Happy 2010.
