20120329

morning, an excerpted short message service conversation from the one year anniversary of mom's death

thinking of you<3

[ . . . ]     heart just swelled    back to  nearnormallevel

:)just keep it beating                                           
                              (ed.-emp.add)










20120312

from a cubbyhole
in a tree house
at General Sherman's peak,

your nascent, still quivering, synaptic ridges
sit etched beneath my ass:

there will be a bridge
there will be a bridge
there will be a bridge:
the prophet said so!


no: one day there will be a slide
one day, i will build a water slide

out of your

at once, enquilted
at once, enwombing
and next, cavernous
and next, volcanic memory

i will careen down your thigh,
a fucking beautiful nylon run;



we will teem

20120310

nuzzlin' on the couch
------you by my side (on my elbow...)-

draw bridge simmers, trembling
lips await the word
brandish your sword
cut down the rope!

gateway of validation
sweep my rug under the rug
sweep... over and above
pull me into the station
gateway of validation

SURPRISE ME,
you Charon of circuits!
bring me old ghosts
in your wired ferry:

i'll take the bottomless messiah buffet

i'll take the bottomless messiah buffet

i'll take the bottomless messiah buffet

i'll take the bottomless messiah buffet, please


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i, i, i

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"Seeing that before long I must confront humanity with the most difficult demand ever made of it, it seems indispensable to me to say who I am. Really, one should know it, for I have not left myself "without testimony." But the disproportion between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that one has neither heard nor even seen me. I live on my own credit; is it perhaps a mere prejudice that I live? ... I need only to speak with one of the "educated" who come to the Upper Engadine for the summer, and I am convinced that I do not live ... Under these circumstances I have a duty against which my habits, even more the pride of my instincts, revolt at bottom, namely, to say: Hear me! For I am such and such a person. Above all, do not mistake me for someone else!" - Nietzsche, Ecce Homo