09 October 2006


blinding light; blinding dark. high marks. modes, medians, means to ends. window (un)dressings. gray sky blue. to undo. undue affection. new additions. excess and lack. black spaces. empty spaces, empty faces, chairs, words. today's cuts and tomorrow's scars. gloves and scarves. a carpet of oak leaves, of tea leaves, of leavetakings. time's funnel—the end at the end of the tunnel.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I've never read such a steaming mountain of butt-pudding. All this pretentiousness reminds me somewhat of David Brent's poem:

"I froze your tears and made a dagger,
and stabbed it in my cock forever.
It stays there like Excalibur,
Are you my Arthur?
Say you are.

Take this cool dark steeled blade,
Steal it, sheath it, in your lake.
I'd drown with you to be together.
Must you breathe? Cos I need Heaven."

17 October, 2006 17:20  
Anonymous mAtt said...

i think you should know that the only reason i continue this blog, and the only reason i wrote this post in particular, is to please you. you personally. having failed so miserably i don't even see why i should go on living, much less writing. i'm going into this little room now; wait for the gunshot, then come in to collect me.

18 October, 2006 18:02  

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