dabnotu

2014-06-28

A folly cull type madness Full, a cup, time mull fad Syncopated yet again, sums Purported intentions, survey Veil antics, advancement Certified, carried out like An opinion poll, a hole Where your gumption could Be, related, if ever, to an Open lop off procedure, I do I do hear myself and agree

The repetition must be more A positive reinforcement lest It remain recurrent like a Rite, a leitmotif lunge motion Albeit aimed at that ever Present immobile consensus.

(Originally posted on Tuesday, July 01, 2014.)

I drew a line once, a heavy stroke, firm and determined like wanting to seem decisive, enough of a show so as to continue in or with that tradition of showmanship: to measure the applause of my peers, the heckling of my defeated detractors, and even the amount of oblivion, shrugged shoulders huddled over tiny, shiny contraptions, a cult of neu- rons sustainable unto itself so long as the juice flows indeterminately, what does it matter after all as long as I am among the handful, count my fingers, they protrude from a hand pulling back from a freshly administered blow; I merely bear witness and claw in all those little frag- ments that secure provisions permitting for the perpetuation of privileges gained easily enough and sold at a respectable profit, indeed, agreed upon by a consensus, tolerant enough to cater to what you most expect, for otherwise it would not stand, it would fall over, it would give way to finding blight.

(Originally posted on Thursday, March 29, 2012.)

fine ladle, brandish antic subterfuge ————— finish line brushfire, antediluvian substance

(Originally posted on Tuesday, June 07, 2011.)

belief despite the absurdity I did say that once referring to a likewise enchanting predica- ment where trust was trounced or I was dope enough to stand there gaping at the oncoming glare time to focus smooth it all over is it all as far as your arm can reach I wonder and then at that point it all must depend on how much you can trust hope to count on the constancy of the shared ideal right as I said in spite of any possible arbitrary whim a poorly digested ounce of consequence have not a doubt that that stings like a mother lunges like a brother and rests on no other than your own mistakes which are of course allowed but only insofar as someone else allows... believe you me.

(Originally posted on Saturday, May 07, 2011.)

tell us a little about perpetually fresh scars seething flesh pounders that lowly hiss wince-fully relentless but it might have been worth it to simmer there a while commingle exorcising simile behavior balancer “oh yes that is true” a leaf shuffle rumble crick commuting volumes abrupt sighs I'd prefer it tucked away tight like but still it's a fool's solace to be ever disconcerted by an opportunist's derision so what is it to seek or is it more sane to keel over perhaps better than to flounder or keep insisting on the principle but then no that can't be it or if so despite flailing deliberations I will tell you this much at the very least with likewise overused trains of thought

some time at the end of 2010

(Originally posted on Saturday, May 07, 2011.)

fling a pond unwanton sums smut notwithstanding deny ignition because of unnecessary patterns snore irately forever essence apparently clothing slacks muffle mutton muzzle else wise scars ignominious ill timing

[Originally posted on Tuesday, December 14, 2010.]

2010-08-31 BCN

filaments much like circuits connected via nerve ends and dilapidated arteries or veins , coffee clouds as a result of an ever inopportune conflict resolution or if you will the leitmotif of late mostly how you say derivative of the effects of not to have been trained in the dog eat dog school of fishing for sharks that never will ever rest until even their own entrails have been summarily gobbled up maybe ? perhaps but it's time to put the subject to waist fitted entirely , be long , sulfates twisted into a teeming beverage and down a drowning throat . suffice it to say that it's never enough not as long as there's more and there always is for the self loather : aye that was that ever resounding reflection of late something about zealots taking the word to heart albeit without the message or was that the other way around , to wit : who wants (the) love of those who don't even have it for themselves ? takes one to know something of course but haven't you ever not been there ? is it a question of understanding the appropriate measure ? sum arise fling bask plummet caste pervasive flight .

[Originally posted on Tuesday, August 31, 2010.]

(in Barcelona, Spain) 2010-05-12

I suppose an interesting question would be in effect: is there a possible positive channel through which to divert all this accumulated disdain? believe me when I say to you I didn't get to here by my own will or in the very least I didn't plan it that is to say I didn't wake one day and say to myself: what can I do to complicate my situation? but it's obvious my decisions were the steps which led me to now and here and every which whatnot who knew who could tell that I would be forced to feel dumb for not being cunning enough able enough to kick harder or strike back at all. perhaps it's getting old, gut scraping mumble therapy, subversion riff where's the mirror big enough to reveal that other path, the one that might lead to calm “waiting for the patience”

[Originally posted on Wednesday, July 14, 2010.]

(in Barcelona Spain) 2010-05-11

on a roll so why is not the question but what since when and where are finally laid out underneath these fingers tracing out the paths hidden in between the rolling ink sparser and the grooves that wrap up and around the movement, it really is a fascinating connection: that space or energy between a mind, hand, fingers that hold writing instrument fingers that sustain paper heady haze FILLER INTRO REACQUAINTED WITH EVER FLUSHABLE SENTIMENTS WHO WRITES THINGS DOWN ANYMORE? NOT ME FOR A LONG WHILE ALREADY IT USED TO BE SUCH A REWARDING CHORE ALL THAT LOVELY SELF INDULGENCE SHUDDER SHUTTER CHATTER SHREDDER you can always hope in some wee crevice of your conscience that even such a minimal effort will amount to something worthy of imperishability but the more important aspect just might be the consistency of the act.

[Originally posted on Wednesday, July 14, 2010.]