O Sunday

A sunday smile, a wave in the head, a kona wake of sobering sweat.
In the cool sheen of morning a graywetted stone shout, erejaculated in a tide of purple paper flowers, currents past sittingstill me as the world moves under my stillowing foot.
Religion in the road: a congregated tributary of livingflesh flows veinedly to the [...]

in the heat

The morningloried wall of rickety fencing separates incurious neighbors.
It’s truth yielding to falsity with the doubletaking head, the ersatz Christmas tree interlopes ribald in its yellow scrap of yard.
Robin red breasting the green tide, fowl feathered in a grassy ocean.
Under refracting sunlight minnowing shoals labyrinthe between mossrock.
A shining jewel quickwinking in the air, the dragonfly [...]

Ulysses p. 187

Stephen Dedalus the alter-ego of Joyce reveals a portal of discovery into his own mind?
John Eglinton looked in the tangled glowworm of his lamp.
—The world believes that Shakespeare made a mistake, he said, and got out of it as quickly and as best as he could.
—Bosh! Stephen said rudely. A man of genius makes no [...]

Day 2

I’m surprised.

Bullet Bill 2

A simple but addictive game. Check it out! Recommend a computer with muscle. Post your scores!

Transformers

Typical Michael Bay movie, with big explosions, a spotty plot, and lame dialogue. The only thing it’s got going for it is Shia LeBouf, at least for the first half of the movie, and the fact that, with a single line of dialogue, the entire Transformers movie was placed in the E.T. universe: when asked [...]

the dog walk

The cactus, swollen with nourishment, is bursting many-scioned.
The mud choked creek divides against a soggy swath of grass: a heron perches on the ypsil, its beak proudpointing its gaze down the swollen avenue of liquid towards an indiscernible purpose.
It is the color of old earth, glistening with a sheen that is positively amniotic, [...]

Stubstance

1. A stubby substance: A hot dog has stubstance.

A Crystal Brainfart Production

Fireside Melancholia

A fingernail moon, like a pearl slivered in sandy tide, surrsurrates on indigo velvet towards the horizon. The cries of deaf children fall on my deaf ears, but their handclaims are orangely loudbright in the firelight. Wave after wave of heat gloams from the burning bright and envelopes my sad stature, diverging occassionally to flee [...]

Erosatz

1. Love of the artificial sort, beset with superficialities: They share an erosatzic bond.
2. Substitute love: A whore erosatzes.
3. To allure with platitudes of love: Juliet glanced boredly at Romeo’s frantic erosatzions.

a thirty second’s indulgence

…queer finding a pubic hair in your dimebag, thoughts of inhaling some wayward strand of deoxyribonucleic acid, a bit too close to cannibalism for comfort. Wonder how that got into that, some mexicali transporting illegal goods and labour in a single caravan to kill two birds with a stone, those poor sodsouls huddled against hulks [...]

Things that may be found on a pillbottle labeled “Life”

Not to be taken eternally.
Not to be aghasted internally.
Take once a rifetime.
Take as needed until your pulse goes away.
May cause consciousness.
Stop administering when black stools appear.

thoughts of coffee grounds

The purple paper flowers of chicory powder the shoulders of roads with a summer dandruff.

Fearless

Fearless: Jet Li kicks ass in this movie, in the respective arenas of body and mind. His character is a wushu fighter who has a trophy wall in his house covered with slips of publicly signed death waivers. He is an antagonistic protagonist and this is evident about half-way through the movie where Jet Li, a [...]

Sir Fractured Metatarsal

Don’t trust a man who says he never takes anything for granted.
The relatively simple action of walking has become an absolute chore.

Blast from the past: an old blog entry

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

My ears ring all the time. Sometimes it’s loud. Sometimes if I’m paying attention I can play it like a frenzied conductor and his wand in front of an orchestra, swinging the mind’s arms to a frenetic pounding techno beat. Today I realized something: the ringing intensifies when I am at the [...]

The Geriatric Malcontent

X: Your license and registration please, sir.
X: (sniffs) Sir, what’s that?
Y: My license and registration like you asked, old boy.
X: (gestures) No, what are you doing?
Y: Barely staying alive, son.
X: That’s not what I meant, sir. What are you smoking?
Y: Oh, this? A new fangled cigarette I found in me grandson’s bedroom. Never had a [...]

To Progress, one must engage in wasteful excess

I work at a warehouse. I find myself increasingly appalled at commerce in general. What excess! How labor extensive! How fucking pointless!
One of the products we work with is the KFC bucket. We get a shitload of these sheets with the buckets printed on it and slot em through a machine that cuts ‘em appropriately. [...]

Finnegan’s Wake p. 18

There is a sense of being led by hand through this fantastical world full of mundanes colored by lively language, like being shown rooms in a Hearstal mansion of the Folly of Human Nature by Joyce, our gracious, but unpredictable, host. This particular segment seemed particularly poignant, its message almost undecipherable on the tip of [...]