tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64185992011-04-21T22:22:10.513-07:00poetry as cultural warfarewunoreply@blogger.comBlogger1981100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418599.post-1155313891439269952006-08-11T09:31:00.000-07:002006-08-11T09:31:31.460-07:00

hersilentdistantbreath.mp3">her silent distant breathrOUndoUt.mp3">rOUndoUTK3YTHR3E.mp3">K3Y THR33answer.mp3">answerSIM.mp3">S.imple I.ndustrial M.achine27Leahs.mp3">27 LeahsmuRRmuRRs.mp3">muRRmuRRsluvhate.mp3">luvhatehickhex.mp3">Hic Hexwwww.mp3">When We Were WereYou: Artist Unknown...EvolvEmbrac TEOTWAWKIThe Human Egregore Endless Neon Daymare.. Official FantasyThe Human Export. (Word

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Mystery X directed and animated this video, from the album TEOTWAWKI. EnjoyVideo: itinerant Transmissions (33MB .mpg file - right click & save as)

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woke up this morning to a memory of a fading dreamand there you were. you were as you were when you were were..I spoke you spoke we stared at the thing we had made, and I drainedwhat left behind had I felt betrayed again.So steal this skin. Wear your monkey's faceand hide from the heart you've beaten inThen this morning's dream:left behind in the fading lightand betrayed, I felt this more

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    1. temperate climatei weary these harsh morningswhen breath comes raggedand slow, national, draft...if torn by age, ravagedsublime from secret placesthe blanket of fleshwrapped slyly, drawnneedles and asleep, the legsmy hand, a finger pinsand cold, the circulationair isn't the same herecloud front, a floodburnt umber, a harvestand threshing, fieldsalighted, post chattelenvironment, we given

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we are simplereasons for our actions?we react, ingest, corroborate, and insulate!our world is the horizon and that which comes before

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everything is here to be written againthere is no secret lozenge to suck away the taste of medocrity. Cut yourself with baby laxitive and theorythe shit of a thousand raised for food cattle stampede left a stuffiness in the streetshot, breathe a shadow, exhale the spiders webgod ambulancelove is the hatred of the game.it cleans the grown, the show me whyhere I am aloneand alone I am again.Should

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why are we drowning in mud?because in an environment of fearamericans will forego their right to privacy we are being programmed to believean environment of fearthere is a secret lurking in the ionosphereyou cannot hearyour inability to comprehenddoes not meanthis isn't happeningthere are energiesflowing between your ideaspsychic dictatorship,woodpecker gridwhat are the real questions?can the

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The work is coming along nicely on this album. Thanks to the kind folk at greylodge I was able to locate some material I needed to move forward. Here's the latest tracks:Mad Star Rising (44+MB .mp3)Lyrics: Wu, Wer'dnaKeyboards: Wer'dnaBeats: Wu, Wer'dna, Kitty MeowSampling: Wu as Philip K NixonThis track is a long stream of consciousness piece, a little over twenty minutes.Samples extensively

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A trophy morningsky fallingWe twenty three and twisted, the sky is killing our friedand now I losing am friends to chemtrails, eyes partly cloudyall day. The worst it's the critters, my cat and others, animalsgetting it worst. We at least choose to poisen our species, shit wherewe eat, and generally stink up the place.Shall if ever not nowwhat future? the middle class bubble?I see the cloudy

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constructed from beneath, the frame first, an engine, wheelsiron and black paint, chromegradual and sullen curvesreclaimed from rust, pitted pastgrand arrogant gods enrageddead cities on firepetrol, lubricants, pistonsher machine glistenshere. from words to memory

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Okay, here's my poetry chapbook... This is the same file you can purchase at Lulu for $3.75 - or you can download it for free:You've a Nail (right click & save as)Mostly I'm interested in what ya'll think - is this coherent? Am I even close to the right track? Is poetry a dead art form, or am I a poetaster? If you like it, you can buy a copy of this from lulu in real deadtree with cover art &

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and a new track is released:TzuKeeper (7+MB .mp3 - right click & save as)wu: static, programmed beats, lyrics, vocalswer'dna: keyboardTzuKeeper lyrics:please press pound on your touch tone phoneplease press pound on your touch tone phoneplease press pound on your touch tone phonecomegocomenow you're all listeningnow you're all sanenow you're all the same

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a short poem entitled New World:New World (1+MB .wmv)

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for years (my entire life)I've been obsessed w/ this shiny new chrome futurefor me, writing is an act of vandalism against the statepoets are political assassins; slayersof tradition, of cultural valuesevery letter a drop of bureaucracy's lifebloodstained on the pageI want to see madmen will themselvesinto fortune, fame, and powerbecause it reminds me of freedomI want to hear tales of freedomto

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hollowallow the flow,follow the storyfluctuate with fatedream the statementsfeel the gloryin name only

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measure choice by treasureloss by ledger filledjot title, file memory where it cannot hurtsenses, this cannot workmessage is: sentience;lives as artwork...replicate consciousness as commoditysell high, bid lowsweet chariot, clutch grailsonorous sense shallow sadistwhere simple and solid meetreminisce this simple conceitwhat perfection? there was none, the slow descentis now gone, the shadow cast

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Printed: $9.50 Download: $3.75 This is the first full chapbook of poetry of mine for saleIt is also available for free here,but if you buy it I'll get a whole three bucks, and quite honestly Icould use three bucks. That's a bag of catfood for Gargy - which keepsher from eating my eyeballs while I'm sleeping.

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lyrics, beats by kitty meowlive drums, programming by wukeys by boprecorder by me3from the forthcoming album TRUTHSEEKERS/LOVERS/WARRIORS

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these are the first chance you'll have to actually spend money on unquiet mind merchandiseyou've heard the tunes, now buy the shirt.$23.50

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the second album by unquiet mindyou can listen to it, but this album was not intended for release and only exists to fulfill N. Senada's theorieswith the house-cleaning of digitrash underway I thought it would be prudent to provide this glimpse into what went on behind the scenes of Unquiet Mind.find your own order

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You've A Nail - wu poetry reading

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brand new! 3 track epAlso, TEOTWAWKI has a new download page

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Unknown Artist ep now has its own download pagemore to come!

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Property Of - the seventh track from the as-yet-unfinished upcoming Unquiet Mind album - has just been released on Raido Kaos: The Digitrash Collectionbeats and beds by Kitty Meow & Wufeatures guitar work by Ty Scott and psychedelic banjo by Ezekiel Handsome Lake

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Dead This Mystery Walk is the first single from the upcoming albumlyrics written & arrangement composed by Unquiet Mindguest musicians:Ezekiel Handsome Lake - vocals, drumsRev. Gabriel - keys, drums, vocalsBrandon Faith - drumsTy Scott - guitarME3 - precorderBo - keys, snaresUnquiet Mind is WU & Kitty Meow

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within the next few weeks, production on the next Unquiet Mind album will begin. currently I am working to realize a more complete recording environment, and have begun ligning up guest artists for the new workKitty Meow & I hope to set the tone by releasing a single from the upcoming album by may 23rdthere will be no wedding

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the music on these tracks has been shown to blow speakers on some systemsplease be carefull in addition, the track Werewolf Erotica contains sounds that may disturb animals and those individuals with Asperger's syndrome, but are outside the range of normal human hearing

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"We are so much the victims of abstraction that with the Earth in flames we can barely rouse ourselves to wander across the room and look at the thermostat."

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this track is a remnant of the work bo & I did back in november, finally filled out. it takes its place in raido kaos as a kind of entry point into the thematic structure.over the last two weeks I've reasessed the track from start to finish, incorporating both the awareness of the transitory nature of authorship & some misguided ideals about acquiesing to the impulse towards acquisition of

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comatose brain change artist: reality is a crutch for people who can't handle the fact that reality is a crutch wise up wake up wake up obey nothing thirst for everything quench your questions you are the source of your own brave new world

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unquietmind_blackred_stamped Originally uploaded by wesunruh. graphic changes coming, not safe for sanity (NSFS)

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givaway1 Originally uploaded by wesunruh.

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this is thee raido kaos epit anticipates the next Unquiet Mind album while calling to the balance, the loss of coil of mind the imbalance, the un-sound - everything is different now - we've been seduced by crisis, the owl is dazzled... a self-proclaimed messiah dictates international diplomacy, and in the midst of this churning tonal tornado great cthulhu and those denizens of the outer madness

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Thorn in two parts one part: built. built. built on shells,     on dead minds, cold woods Speckled leafshade, wanted to hold your hand         and go there         whisper to you in the glistening         listen to you dreaming         dream the gloaming      cannot bring the walls torn out      together shoulder these burdens      and collapse the superstructure      imaging, engaged...

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digitrash_collage Originally uploaded by wesunruh. photo collage from the digitrash studio collective

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work is underway on the new album 2iTiOnAnIn i've just finished putting together a new vocal track for kitty to apply music to, & there's a fair amount of audio banks stashed away we're keeping each other updated here, & comments are no longer locked to registered users...

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(see the collage without the overlay here)

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remanence What price What cost incoherence? We touch Like fading Dreams erase the shameMeet in cool blue light Under swollen moons & feverish stars

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very nicely integrated site, easy to listen to a variety of musicians that sauceruney tipped me to for hosting music. For now, I've put up two tracks: Werewolf Erotica from Teotwawki and rOUndoUT from Unknown Artist ep (to see how long the files take to go live,) and have downloaded a number of songs to check out later after work

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the unquiet mind album is complete, as the tracks go. over the last six weeks kitty & i have been working on this project, and currently she's working on the album art this project, more than anything that came before, helped me fine-tune digitrash's capabilities and has helped me go from working with samples alone to writing segments and pieces of music none of this would have been possible

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track list: You: Artist Unknown EvolvEmbrac T.E.O.T.W.A.W.K.I. The Human Egregore Endless Neon Daymare OFficial fantasy The Human Export Word ObscuReveal Dreams Asymmetrical Synchronicity Werewolf Erotica Knowledge Needs Only Wisdom Itinerant Transmission This Corporate Republic FIN the Pisces Age there's yer message a huge thanks to everyone involved with the

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we released the album last night at midnight, a scant few hours after finishing the tracks, playing it for a packed costumed front room over the next few hours I'll be prepping the files and expect to have them all available before the polls open in the morning Once the files are up, expect details and album art to follow, as well as several remixes once we're finished expanding Digitrash

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over the next few days we'll be uploading the completed album to um.dmusic.com - & as of right now there's an additional two tracks not mentioned in this post here: 13 this corporate republic 14 fin for the age of pisces we finished Asymmetrical Synchronicity and Official Fantasy, elaborated and planned for The Human Export, and developed Fin for the Age of Pisces. its coming

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the greatest show I've ever seen -Otto Von Schirach opened the show. somewhere between kitty screaming 'make some fucking noise' and his vocal sampling of "Stubb (A Dub)" while chewing a pig he seemed to have turned half the kansas crowd against him. But I didn't come to buy his lactating hermaphrodite cd, kitty & I came to see skinny puppy.the set was robust, the performance elaborate, and the

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conceptualization mostly complete, artworking under development... Track Titles1 You:Artist Unknown 2 EmbracEvolv 3 Teotwawki 4 The Human Export 5 Endless Neon Daymare 6 Official Fantasy 7 The Human Egregore 8 Words ObscuReveal Dreams 9 Asymmetrical Synchronicity 10 Werewolf Erotica 11 Knowledge Needs Only Wisdom 12 Itinerant Transmissiontoday feeling sick, feverish, busy with software

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currently working on various tracks. as mentioned here, Unquiet Mind will also be scoring a video documentary project on the signifigance of occult symbolism in american culture(more details to come) for now though, a few quick notes - the final version of 'The Human Export' is complete. Nearly complete are two other tracks, 'Official Fantasy' and 'The Human Egregore' planning and production

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coming soon:Unquiet Mind : Teotwawki A sampler, featuring the first 11 minutes, is up at um.dmusic.com now. as always, download tracks free: EmbracEvolv Teotwawki T.he H.uman E.xport (2:35 mix) tenatively scheduled for pre-release online by the 23rd of October

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kmeow Originally uploaded by wesunruh. deep in studio work

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wu Originally uploaded by wesunruh. deep in studio work

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free downloads at dmusic: EmbracEvolv Teotwawki &if you feel like tipping... same tracks at mperia--these cost money to download: EmbracEvolv Teotwawki

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call it digital busking - here you can actually get money to me & kitty somehow in return for the tracks we've made you can still get them for free at http://um.dmusic.com - but after reading this I figured it'd be nice to have a tip jar of sorts

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I'm switching this here blog around to keep track of the progress and growth of Unquiet Mind -wu

wunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418599.post-1093939200838229852004-08-31T01:00:00.000-07:002004-09-07T02:48:06.656-07:00

moving now, new motion new motives new moments leading this new tone, a tonic, abbreviated concepts, acrostics left taunting for the mordant deposits we only get one, the first one's a fee

wunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418599.post-1092821152261200862004-08-18T02:22:00.000-07:002004-08-18T02:25:52.263-07:00

Unquiet Mind | Unknown Artist (a concept ep) Unquiet Mind is Kitty Meow & Wes Unruh Unknown Artist is the ep, created with numerous guest artists freely available for download at um.dmusic.com

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when we were were it's authorized man they gave me a sticker looks like a badge, says I'm a winner where we were were when we were wards were where we were would we wood wild would we wood wild when we were wards were where we were where we were were spoke mumbling, under breath we weave words tumbling, silenced lest they decieve was easier when we were were world innocent before words

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twittering, longing, spiraling between the morning dawn and twilight silent, moon cold, arose, flows silver down the skyline

wunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418599.post-1091175336897139472004-07-30T01:15:00.000-07:002004-07-30T01:15:36.896-07:00

in history class in the future     when they ask the answer will be "Jon Stewart"

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rediscovered words: AmomAdad (saturnal) those reopened wounds, a summary of scars, interlaced, like a map, fear, hot and meaningless, rides shotgun down this road... The ambiguity of my past escapes me. It's there, all liared out with typewriter precision hand laminated ornaments recounting official familial historical heaviness the weight of experience... droll intensity but I know me and

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It's Finally Now! weary, starved, ache from long hours, backseats, road and at what cost? (she is so far away) but now, lay hearing her voice as memory, awash in this, given form to a dream ten years gone, to countless visions, trances, wishes... ...she steps to me, ...sends to me, she ...knows my secret ...name, and I hers. onrushing, I slip from memory to sleep, that I might dream to her.

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kitty curled tight, snuggled warm, alive, wash over me she comes, spilling and with lightning legs and with lightning tongues she comes and with the memories of earlier lives she comes and with the thoughts left undone, left unspoken lest this tapestry woven would unknit, unravel, unrune these secrets these unaligned half-imagined treacherous words held tongue-tip lest in speaking they rend

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kitty curled tight, snuggled warm, alive, wash over me she comes, spilling and with lightning legs and with lightning tongues she comes and with the memories of earlier lives she comes and with the thoughts left undone, left unspoken lest this tapestry woven would unknit, unravel, unrune these secrets these unaligned half-imagined treacherous words held tongue-tip lest in speaking they rend

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touch this shared spirit manifest smoke, coalesce bound cord, bound willing bound tenderness this moonlit night sunk through worlds apart, through mirror skies, through nothings and formless until dawn defines us

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there's still the world, still the harsh, the brash, the offensive.. still on the prowl holding steady, swaying gently with the pensive scowl come strangers dreaming she sees through to the me behind the masks I've placed in the way, they are like glass to her moments memorized stretched thin darker currents hidden, tug weary skin to thicken, content within this vision but still: she's the

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this is the poem I sought: TWITTERPATED - HA! you know nothing! you've found nothing, you are nothing & you're going NOWHERE! I'm talking about TWISTERPATED which is a much more powerful monkey, a big-ass sumbitch w/ a whole slew of them one things, um... shit. no muse none @ all pure vile lack o' muse not amused @ lack of muse not that thats NEWS or anything. but if it were then you'd

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twisterpated. (spoken like it sounds) a lost poem, re-awoken

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chinese fortune cookie true love is like ghosts which many have talked about but few have seen (found on my altar this early summer morning) +the tree and the crossroads

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poetry from the passing..... these are older, words turned yellow brown on the pages with age, stained with coffee rings back and forth we brap for hours morphoxoxogenetic she's symmetry where I'd forgotten the edges were left unintended... newezmeowz!

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we don't so much meet as remember you I do from before we planned this, our secret fascinare together gather our fragile bundles, share shards complete puzzles.

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Kansan, Uninveterated! Rememeber? >by now you should >have left altaready

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neveryou mind bout the Hinkleys or Captain James Yee there's thoughtwar there, but not me, I want meaning tranquil, and while strung out between what should be             for what never was then maybe, there'd be a sense of perspective: a tragic, neon encrusted catwalk trolled out, festooned with ribbons for sacraments befitting ray charles the gipper, clad sternly in oak and cherry to be

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supposed to be holding them, cradled tenative... keep lambs so they can grow, wool shorn frozen, you know and we are supper eaten and worn by god

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growing up you know who? who you were, where you come from, how many fingers I'm holding up? You know why, why you ain't there, not here, you ain't them, nut us, why you eat rice, not duck, not food from somalia, or figs, or ants why you eat full plates of beef? you know when, don't you, your birth, the birth day, more or less, and believe it too you know how it came about oh there's the

wunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418599.post-1085915005807880012004-05-30T03:56:00.000-07:002004-05-30T04:03:25.806-07:00

so you get these poets who write their stuff in ten minutes in between classes on their way to work they hear their classmates nasal drone or the teacher, ponderous from the back talking smack on alliteration, overelaboration "It's gotta be about things, concrete abstractions" he'd say, ore there'd be a mining pun, split the nugget, find a vein, tap into it that sort of rugged crossroad in the

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I grow from her these plastic fingers desensitized yet nimble: there are colder parish places than kansas nashua, new hampshire.. on the road again, blue buddhas, big sky, winding sidewinder roads, blown faces, hair wild enough to baffle between what I need and must not have fingertips brushing, brushed away chaos diadem dropped perish the thought though the idea has eclipsed my mind a few times

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there are so many horrors, more than letters can tease from meaning, more than images left sepia-toned, ephemeral, analogue can indicate, can signify ugh, words even, thrown down wet with ink, splattered they mean nothing against the raw wetness glistening beyond the tv screen string them along these mysteries are fresh, are prime time, prime rib, thick, beefy, juicy like steak come out all

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how many paydays until death in this the age of plastic? spastic, frightened, cold huddled beside the tracks the trees whip in the prairie winds we are real out here, cuddled by the firelight, the fireflies we are real, struggling, making do with plastic forks, plastic totes plastic tarps beneath dying trees

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to know this secret measure of the world is not enough if they come when you call will you trust them? if they come when you call do you dare? salival incremental - silence

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i ripped from my vegetarian soul this: my conscientious objector status and took it blazing, held high a promethian ideal scattering care in its ashes these asinine twilight days, slipping ever onward across the barrens - the desolation brought by abomination disconsolate exhibitionism isn't visceral enough doesn't get the gut involved not dropped on our laps with a splat and a thud, not thrust

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.75 oz of soul & a meaning machine parsing history the horrified realization that something has been lost organisms have a hyperdimension the nature of the soul the essence with/ draws from matter (to be with mater)

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america the motherland: Columbia her beautiful conflagragation, her tears moisten goddess lips from ruby ridge to WTC, From OKC to Waco, to Columbine, Columbia streaking across a wormwood sky rebuild the temple (third time's the charm) with lasers and bags of hot air and no one notices or cares stare

wunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418599.post-1082618076887064972004-04-22T00:14:00.000-07:002004-04-22T00:18:43.920-07:00

found: "...does not necessarily mean an Introduction to Poetry class should carry a warning that poems may be hazardous to one's health," he said.

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know i don't no what I'm doing*

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