You Have An Urgent F%%k Message
I desire to have some wet night!
Need a sex in my office At first we are going to do some butt stuff
Do you want to see me undressed? Bye cutie
12/05/2015
spam love
can we please just take a moment to appreciate the accidental joy that is dirty spam mail? this fine morning, one Sheryl writes me:
12/01/2015
4
circling
trying to land
or taking off
or maintaining altitude?
all of the above
none of the below
cut loose in the wobbling blue
---
you are sick
made dumb
handed a megaphone
and an ice cream cone.
unknown slaughter
is ideal war
---
i'm busy these days!
i keep.
being busy.
doing fills my days
doing fills me up
with a bloated nothing
---
swirling thru the circuitry of death
switching on to switch off to switch.
is the measure of mental health
a lack of leaks
a count of caught exceptions
an immaculate implementation
trying to land
or taking off
or maintaining altitude?
all of the above
none of the below
cut loose in the wobbling blue
---
you are sick
made dumb
handed a megaphone
and an ice cream cone.
unknown slaughter
is ideal war
---
i'm busy these days!
i keep.
being busy.
doing fills my days
doing fills me up
with a bloated nothing
---
swirling thru the circuitry of death
switching on to switch off to switch.
is the measure of mental health
a lack of leaks
a count of caught exceptions
an immaculate implementation
10/07/2015
i went to japan for 2 weeks.
here's a photo. photos capture nothing, so i took very few. this one is useless. it's from a bamboo grove in kyoto that will be endlessly photographed by tourists for as long as it stands. google the experience.
cynicism aside, i had a wonderful time. got to reconnect with old friends. sadly, i could remember so little of my life there. even the small streets and alleys surrounding the area where my apartment once stood seemed permanently unfamiliar. i missed it all as i re-experienced it, but it was like missing someone you haven't met.
4/27/2015
2/02/2015
Turning back
Knowing man
and staying woman,
be the riverbed of the world.
Being the world's riverbed
of eternal unfailing power
is to go back again to be newborn.
Knowing light
and staying dark,
be a pattern to the world.
Being the world's great pattern
of eternal unerring power
is to go back again to boundlessness.
Knowing glory
and staying modest,
be the valley of the world.
Being the world's valley
of eternal inexhaustible power
is to go back again to the natural.
Natural wood is cut up
and made into useful things.
Wise souls are used
to make into leaders.
Just so, a great carving
is done without cutting.
--Ursula K. Le Guin's translation of Lao Tzu's Tao Te Ching, book 1, chapter 28
and staying woman,
be the riverbed of the world.
Being the world's riverbed
of eternal unfailing power
is to go back again to be newborn.
Knowing light
and staying dark,
be a pattern to the world.
Being the world's great pattern
of eternal unerring power
is to go back again to boundlessness.
Knowing glory
and staying modest,
be the valley of the world.
Being the world's valley
of eternal inexhaustible power
is to go back again to the natural.
Natural wood is cut up
and made into useful things.
Wise souls are used
to make into leaders.
Just so, a great carving
is done without cutting.
--Ursula K. Le Guin's translation of Lao Tzu's Tao Te Ching, book 1, chapter 28
1/21/2015
en es say
Safety's a lap race
Liar, it's a trap,
Trace, down the
Wire, haste makes
The last man last
The rest of us
Fired, blowing whistles
Higher, higher til
Liberty, estranged til
Sound, out of range
Liar, it's a trap,
Trace, down the
Wire, haste makes
The last man last
The rest of us
Fired, blowing whistles
Higher, higher til
Liberty, estranged til
Sound, out of range
12/05/2014
no. 7
Cen tripped on something hidden in the grass, fell hard, and landed on his palms and right knee. A bright pain flashed from knee to hip. He shut it behind a curtain of resolve, stood up, and continued running forward without examining what he tripped on. Just a rock or door frame. He had about five minutes before he would be engulfed in dark; the pink sun was already below the horizon, and low, oppressive clouds obscured the moon and stars. He wasn’t afraid of being in an unfamiliar area in the Zone after dark, but having no working flashlight, he knew it would be impossible to manage with zero visibility. There was no shelter in sight in this desolate field, and tonight would be cold and wet. The last place he’d seen was a sunken-in garage a mile behind him. If he ran fast enough, he might see the guiding lights of Lee to the south before long.
The deep redness in the clouds began to dissolve to black as the unseen sun continued to slip. Cen’s rapid breathing and foot falls in the grass were the only sounds in the surrounding stillness. Alone here, above his buried panic, he felt like a king.
Soon, he was running in a void. Unrelenting darkness was everywhere. He continued sprinting straight ahead, forcing down anxiety, waiting for a distant spectre of light to materialize. The thrill of running blind brought an invisible smile to his face. Each fast step was a risk, could be his last, before he would fall off an edge into another void. But eventually form came to the formless; the orange-purple crown of smoky Lee gave gave way to fine points of light on the southern horizon.
He ran on for some time, untiring, coming to the border of the shanty sprawl. The electric lights of the city were a mile or two away still. This far out, only a few fires shone amidst the decrepit shanties made of scrap. There were people here, but Cen needed shelter tonight. His late afternoon was wasted scavenging fruitlessly in the south-central Zone, and he was driven further south in the futile hope that the seemingly vacant land there would offer up unpicked crash sites, lonely estates, trucking weigh stations, anything. Having lost track of time and distance, he had realized grimly as the sky faded that he’d have to sprint for two miles just to spend the night in shithole Lee.
The deep redness in the clouds began to dissolve to black as the unseen sun continued to slip. Cen’s rapid breathing and foot falls in the grass were the only sounds in the surrounding stillness. Alone here, above his buried panic, he felt like a king.
Soon, he was running in a void. Unrelenting darkness was everywhere. He continued sprinting straight ahead, forcing down anxiety, waiting for a distant spectre of light to materialize. The thrill of running blind brought an invisible smile to his face. Each fast step was a risk, could be his last, before he would fall off an edge into another void. But eventually form came to the formless; the orange-purple crown of smoky Lee gave gave way to fine points of light on the southern horizon.
He ran on for some time, untiring, coming to the border of the shanty sprawl. The electric lights of the city were a mile or two away still. This far out, only a few fires shone amidst the decrepit shanties made of scrap. There were people here, but Cen needed shelter tonight. His late afternoon was wasted scavenging fruitlessly in the south-central Zone, and he was driven further south in the futile hope that the seemingly vacant land there would offer up unpicked crash sites, lonely estates, trucking weigh stations, anything. Having lost track of time and distance, he had realized grimly as the sky faded that he’d have to sprint for two miles just to spend the night in shithole Lee.
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