Friday, April 29, 2011

Let's Review, Shall We?


AND GOD SAID, "LET THERE BE LIGHT."















AND GOD SAID SOMETHING ABOUT RESTING ON THE SEVENTH DAY... SOMETHING ABOUT SUNDAY. SO, I'M GOING TO REST NOW. FRIDAY WILL BE MY NEW SUNDAY. THE LIGHTS ARE STILL ON.

Waking Up




"I woke up in a world and I went to bed in another." - Jeanette Winterson (Lighthousekeeping)

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Cityscape #26


Cityscape #26, originally uploaded by ◦Judex◦.

Cityscape #26

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change...
Not wondering at the present nor the past,
For thy records and what we see doth lie,
Made more or less by thy continual haste.

Tiempo, no has de jactarte de mis cambios...
No me asombran pasado ni presente,
Pues tus anales y lo visto engañan
Al transformarse mientras te apresuras

William Shakespeare

Friday, April 15, 2011

Malicious, Repetitious, (and very, very) Malnutritious.



 Lonely travels down the forlorn path. 
Antecedents reminding us of how we could have done it better.  
For the only way out is up and the only way up is through the fire. Redwood trees and granite lead the way though it hardly seems real, (the heart).  Watching and confiding, hiding, misguiding the innocents; listening to the maddening sound of their voices, singing through the air, shrill and hollow.  If you listen closely, you take note that they sing a
 melodic, 
melancholic, 
anhedonic, 
.song.about.me.  
Dancing naked - knee deep in my blood. 

Ruthless killers couldnt do better this,  though that is of little comfort to me now.   
Psychopathy is simply a matter of want. Human devours human. 
Biting helplessly at the heels of contentment, resentment . . , 
all things lovely that are denied to me.  Energy made manifest. 
As though matter itself has betrayed; 
*The Universal Law* 
Probably nothing of consequence; (I tell myself in vain - 
I am doomed, and I know this)… 
Generations lamentations, devastations, indications, 
indicating of 

fantastic, 

enigmatic, 

spasmatic 

.earth.ever.changing. 

Rearranging; 

Decks of cards strewn out of order;  
Chaotic scrimmages fighting against an invisible enemy, steadily marching forward, never looking back. 


(.the.new.species.in.waiting.).

Steady streams of malcontent effortlessly winding down the forlorn path.  Thieves and un-doers writhe under the pressure of time; 

their withering bloody corpses - 
victims of linear thinkings
(our.own.creative.way.to.stay.collectively.sane.)

Yesterday, today, tomorrow.  
Existence as we know it ceases without warning, followed by unseen evolutions, 
orbiting and patiently waiting 
revolutions, 


Doomed to repeat our past...

Passionately Pink for the Cure


Passionately Pink for the Cure, originally uploaded by jim270..

A cause near and dear to my (too many times) broken heart... I love the brilliant tone of this photo.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

i will beat you.

don't ever forget, my attorney's on retainer. you haven't got shit.


Friday, April 8, 2011

alone i can't i can't


i can't think about having nobody
i can't let my mind break open
i can't get the demons out
i can't keep going like this all alone
i can't speak
i can't breath
i can't cry even though i feel the tears mixing with sweat and the terror chewing through my gut
i can't stop it and i am lost
i can't live like this
i can't go home
i can't run away
i can't pull myself together i try so hard but i can't.

Morning's dew drops on my shoes again, a new day.

Make me remember. But not too fast. Too much reality creates unhealthy thinkings...

"AND NO ONE'S GETTING FAT EXCEPT MAMA CASS." ATC--AVAILABLE

oh, yeah. and me.