blog (January, 2004)
not almost as planned
wandering
and ol' poke's home
folks are roming the halls waiting for footfalls and bedstalls
no deletes are invested in tested methods of bested forethought
tonight a tiny "progress" was made - tying tighter those strings that hang off past things, singing songs of whatthen, whatnow, who's where, and she's there? Engaged? unraged really, and sweetly forgotten, it's long since that went rotten, no child begotten, no distance spotted, no mister potted, no mottled blister blocking this door, leave it open, I'll prolly come back for some more, I know I haven't had enough yet, no stuffed pet, me, no cuffed get, no tough threat, puffed muff, future rebuffed bet,
but, yeah, we're all boring all snoring and such; trying to keep awake on eachothers poring for data and dust and touch
linking is clutch, and thinking is must,
oh and i met a socialist or some such
less of a
So what if I can prove to them? I'm not aggregating my own, not inflating
my bone, not generating alone trials
an smile driving piles of creative worth
while style so what if I can impress myself
for a minute? So what if the rest of my
life's dressed in spin it spun homestyle god
like precedent comical wanton prejudiced interwoven
threadbare staring juice of precipitous wildest
mousenose hairy, wary fairy trenchant
trudge dungeon bludgeon sturgeon ralph
turgeon emergin as anew version of lurching
birch tree near water for fire for hire whom
soever tires roll i'er.
Soo what word was it started with back?
Think -- prescient ink -- plink brain tinker
train toy with mind find the time to sign off
on nitrate fellate egregrious boob tube sub-
aru, subterra, sub way stogie scare, a
terrible crash, fatal flash cradle lash, ladle
on the mashed; in gravy, slavery to hotspot tech spec
maven cravin for something more real steal the
show from someone knowing slow slow slow. It's
potential.
blvd.
Mashed, visible machinations of the ego inspire small crises.
I become character parodies.
My designs are simple;
I want to be this, him...
and these patterns I follow are predictable,
right down to this: destroy identity pattern.
and then, highlight and display.
And then, chagrin?