yeah that's old. Old news. ha ha.

Official: lonely

"I think we are in rat's alley
where dead men lose their bones."

-Eliot, paraphrased.

Collapse.

Excellently devised doohickies that attach themselves flush to the flashing.

That's what they is.

Enjoy.

it's like she's got spider sense

he could do worse than to fall for you.

four years still sucks.

Who?
-Winterbourn McStuffle-Clean

What?
-The Moscow Olympics

When?
-'80, I think

Where?
-down on Spiegelstrasse

Why?
-for a Klondike Bar

How?
-it wasn't easy

This is foolish.

This boy is in trouble.







Seriously. It's going to smart.

Dean Young's poem, "First You Must"

Before the abstract cone enfiladed
in blue enthusiasms, you must learn
to draw a tree that looks like a tree.
But first you must study bark
at the Institute of Bark in Amsterdam.
You must learn the woody organelles in Dutch
although first you must be immunized.
Luckily this is not the 14th century
and you are trying to become a doctor of the throat
as you would have only the bodies of hanged thieves
to cut apart and hanging makes a mess
of the mechanisms of the throat. Hope
may be depicted as a cinder block wrapped
in aluminum foil which is pretty
rotten luggage. First you'll
fall in love with what you can't
understand. The baby ram butts the shiny tractor.
Nothing you draw looks like anything else.
First you must build a cathedral of toothpicks.
Write nothing but sonnets for a year.
The error is not to fall but to fall
from an ungreat height. First you must fall
for the girl like you on the boat
seeming to leave all she knows but also
unlike you in some important, not only
glandular, ways. The days grow short, icier,
the heart like a ram in a field surrounded by electric
wire. The single tree there in the wind
not looking much like a tree, full
of withered fruit vexed with caterpillars.
It resembles a tragic wig.
No verse is actually free.
Before oils, charcoal. First you must go
to Vermeer's birthplace. Bed linens crusty,
windows a-wink with all you do not know
like a horrible disease lurking in the genes.
I must know, you shout, shaking the girl hard.
This is a mistake. What she first thought
was your handsome intensity, she now thinks
is insanity. First you must be forgiven.
Before being a human being, you must be
a zygote. Ditto a horse, a ram, an alligator.
The tractor comes into the world from a pit of fire
like the trombone. Better than you have failed.
The girl hurries off in a form of native dress
you know not the word for. The test returns
with a big red X. Before watching the sun set
into the ocean of tears, you must study
optics. Sir Issac Newton knew a lot about optics
before he knew a lot about gravity and orbits.
What will make the girl return? And you call
yourself an artist. First you must suffer,
first the form in duplicate. Before the form,
the pre-form. Before crying forlorn forlorn,
rigor mortis. Before tackling the nude,
you must work for months with wooden blocks.

Oh to know who I was in the moment just passed.

Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.

Three people were killed today in a car bomb attack on a shopping area outside the Hippocampus region of My Head. Though a claim of responsibility is not forthcoming, the bombing is thought to be the work of Idealist extremists who are seeking to wrest control of the region away from the Pragmatic minority.

sort of feels like concrete at 80 mph.

but, y'know, good.