Sunday, July 11, 2004
in between glaciers of tongues and dutch squatters
british tv makes me want to live inside celluloid.
or perhaps in the fibers of 18th century French dresses. the ones with black buttons on them. [two kids take white laptops and watch the sunlight drizzle across screens like wandering the syllabic forestry of Ghostface's verbals or Faulkner's vocabularic collective of spaceless----
mexican tv makes me want to smash glass with joy.
in the fourth grade i entered a short story contest on the behest of my English teacher.
"enter it", said she. "um, okay", said i. i dont remember what i wrote, but i ended up getting disqualified for writing too much. word limits are like mannie fresh beats.
make me fidget. maybe dying in Iceland isnt so bad. clouds beneath the water. [the camera moves in closer, eyes become pixels, pupils are bits] laughing to the thump-thump of Chileans in Valparaiso where wooden speakers----
dutch tv makes me want to shove dustsoaked design magazines in bags and breathe.
make funny faces at molecules. [and yes, Caravaggio was Jim Morrison in the 1600's] space invaders with red sneakers digitize English departments and make them study novels written in neurons manifestos of---remember, 6th grade? (emptyspace)
like leaves littered with the dissolving light of Southern summers she closed her peach eyelids in hopes of hearing Heidegger leave philosophy books and the phenomenon of matter morph into REAL SHIT; japanese streets are----
american tv makes me want to wrap myself in 2,314 atoms
only to wash away Rousseau's ideas of social contracts in favor for twenty-first CENTAURI liberalism.
or not. 1712 born new ideas. [the camera, in its old age, winks, blackening her eyes for an instant and makes us remember our first dreams] stages of rippling bodies bitblooded and----
the Chinese, in the 15th century, had the maritime technology to send ships far better built than KKKolumbus' in the 1490's, to America. but they decided to move their dynasty inland and forgo explorations to
NEW WORLDS WHERE WAL-MARTS WOULD EDUCATE THE YOUTH.
cities of celluloid. walking towards the black water i realized that i could not swim.
i never learned.
japanese tv makes me want to build towns of cotton warm woven walkways where children float freely.
hair flattened by fibers. cans of pink air throw into oceans. thats where i saw Schooly D in the sky. he was like one of the Iroquois. [its still cool to be ethnic and unorthodox] they kissed each other in dresses. i saw it, i think.
and in Finland, it would feel nice to make love.....
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or perhaps in the fibers of 18th century French dresses. the ones with black buttons on them. [two kids take white laptops and watch the sunlight drizzle across screens like wandering the syllabic forestry of Ghostface's verbals or Faulkner's vocabularic collective of spaceless----
mexican tv makes me want to smash glass with joy.
in the fourth grade i entered a short story contest on the behest of my English teacher.
"enter it", said she. "um, okay", said i. i dont remember what i wrote, but i ended up getting disqualified for writing too much. word limits are like mannie fresh beats.
make me fidget. maybe dying in Iceland isnt so bad. clouds beneath the water. [the camera moves in closer, eyes become pixels, pupils are bits] laughing to the thump-thump of Chileans in Valparaiso where wooden speakers----
dutch tv makes me want to shove dustsoaked design magazines in bags and breathe.
make funny faces at molecules. [and yes, Caravaggio was Jim Morrison in the 1600's] space invaders with red sneakers digitize English departments and make them study novels written in neurons manifestos of---remember, 6th grade? (emptyspace)
like leaves littered with the dissolving light of Southern summers she closed her peach eyelids in hopes of hearing Heidegger leave philosophy books and the phenomenon of matter morph into REAL SHIT; japanese streets are----
american tv makes me want to wrap myself in 2,314 atoms
only to wash away Rousseau's ideas of social contracts in favor for twenty-first CENTAURI liberalism.
or not. 1712 born new ideas. [the camera, in its old age, winks, blackening her eyes for an instant and makes us remember our first dreams] stages of rippling bodies bitblooded and----
the Chinese, in the 15th century, had the maritime technology to send ships far better built than KKKolumbus' in the 1490's, to America. but they decided to move their dynasty inland and forgo explorations to
NEW WORLDS WHERE WAL-MARTS WOULD EDUCATE THE YOUTH.
cities of celluloid. walking towards the black water i realized that i could not swim.
i never learned.
japanese tv makes me want to build towns of cotton warm woven walkways where children float freely.
hair flattened by fibers. cans of pink air throw into oceans. thats where i saw Schooly D in the sky. he was like one of the Iroquois. [its still cool to be ethnic and unorthodox] they kissed each other in dresses. i saw it, i think.
and in Finland, it would feel nice to make love.....
