Saturday, September 30, 2006

The Empire of the Crow

and the dark angels held a party to celebrate the dawning of the empire of the crow and to the party each of them brought a gift...


doriandra a cactus with a prickly skin and the scent of decadence


cocaine jesus a bottle labelled provocation


inkblot a bruised heart wrapped in razor wire


stickleback2, elegant celluloid


raven a cloth wrapped in menstrual blood that contains dark secrets


porcelain skull a mirror of skewed perspectives


killer luca, promiscuity in flesh with blush red lips


having delivered to you their exacting gifts it would be rude not to accept them would it not?



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visit the dark angels

Friday, September 29, 2006

Where is my love?
Where is my courage?
Where is my yearning?
Where is my beauty?
Where is my rainbow?
Where is my secret?
Where is my rapture?
Where is my passion?

Why not me?

Thursday, September 28, 2006

melting plastic chair (ghosts on the margin 3 - series one)

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Idiot Blogger as Idiot Art

listen, you inefficent piece of software...I AM A MEMBER OF WRITERS AGAINST TERRORISM and therefore i am able to put on that site just what the hell i like.
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ozymandiazthey say that the pen is mightier than the sword. not sure i buy that. words can hurt and inflame and possibly make a point but can they make people change?well the bible and the koran are nothing but a set of words written down by men and revered by 54% of the worlds population so maybe words can make a difference. --Posted by Cocaine Jesus to
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in a nutshell organised relgion sucks. not always the followers of any particular faith but the office that controls that faith. for example the papal offices with their homophobic and sexist bias. also the higher offices of islam which, as far as i can see is so alike to christianity that they could be the same faith, is also sexist and homophobic. the trouble with ALL such extreme faiths is that all it takes is for one lunatic to get into power and BABOOM... all hell breaks loose. imagine, for example, if o Bush, or one of his supporters, took the catholic/christian creed to its final and fatalistic finale of armagedon. mankind destroyed and the christ returns. there are some out there who long for that day. all it would take is for them to pre-empt if with a few well aimed missiles. --Posted by Cocaine Jesus to
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in a nutshell organised relgion sucks. not always the followers of any particular faith but the office that controls that faith. for example the papal offices with their homophobic and sexist bias. also the higher offices of islam which, as far as i can see is so alike to christianity that they could be the same faith, is also sexist and homophobic. the trouble with ALL such extreme faiths is that all it takes is for one lunatic to get into power and BABOOM... all hell breaks loose. imagine, for example, if o Bush, or one of his supporters, took the catholic/christian creed to its final and fatalistic finale of armagedon. mankind destroyed and the christ returns. there are some out there who long for that day. all it would take is for them to pre-empt if with a few well aimed missiles. --Posted by Cocaine Jesus to
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Monday, September 25, 2006

Sunday, September 24, 2006

melancholia's tremulous dreadlocks issue 5

The fifth issue of melancholia's tremulous dreadlocks is online now, featuring work by:

Amy King - Ana Bozicevic-Bowling - Brian Howe - Brian Lucas - Craig Perez - Danielle Pafunda - Jana Putrle Srdic - Janet Holmes - Jill Jones - Jen Hofer - Lisa Fishman - Elisa Gabbert - Novica Tadic - Bruce Covey - TA Noonan

Art by C.E. Laine and Ira Joel Haber


melancholia's tremulous dreadlocks is an online bi-weekly journal of poetry and curious bits, co-edited by Andrew Lundwall and Francois Luong.

http://mtd.celaine.com/

Friday, September 22, 2006

Ageless Industrial Chillum Cello Bathroom Siva

after Stan Apps' _Hurt By Rumors_



~"unconditional reality"~

means

~"just wiggle the handle"~


1.

The Prajipatis are eating Casesar salad.
This is what they said:

O Saints of
Industrial Bathrooms who
move like Rishi Cattle in the Mind
of Siva

mu mu mu (goes the Sacred Bathroom Traffic)

Siva just sitting
loading the Chillum
listening to the Cello of the Ageless Clouds
of his Bluest Skintones

in my Chest is an Industrial Bathroom Universe
my Breath is the Everlasting Popstar
of Pure Destruction

Rish Bathroom Cattle are Bluest Tidy Bowl
when the Cello Toilets Flush
the Face of Siva, a Pseudo-Siva
who is just band stickers

Thai Muslim Pellets eating Popstars
in Industrial Bathroom Rishis


2.

The Snake of Siva
is a city whose industrial bathrooms
play Spike Jones
because of Muslim Generals
are eaten by Popstar Rishi Cattle

No Daddy No!
the infant Krishna
is floating in my toilet!

Jim Morrison is a lost little girl
in the Industrial Bathroom Labyrinth
of Siva's Chillum of Blue Skintones

for now we will call her General Alice
in Muslim Bathroomland

You're lost little girl
in the stampede of Rishi cattle

smoke the Chillumcommode
little girl
and breathe the rishi pellets
eating popstar bathroom cellos

there's a mulch of dead communists
for a halo toilet ring
in your industrial bathroom mind
Siva

take another hit
sweet chillum Siva

Saivite fascists have beautiful
facial tattoos
they have death's head lingams
on their spicy epaulet tonsil pallettes


3.

this is the sound of industrial toilet cellos
this is the sound of Alice whose head is muslim hookah pillar
full of cattle rishi generals

Sri Siva's firm yet gentle Chillum guidance
will stimulate your powers of industrial bathroom

The "total access" club is offering FREE programs,
deep discounts, and VIP treatment
to eternal destruction

This anger came out in the form of an energy
from Siva's third eye which is used as a surveillance
camera in industrial popstar bathrooms

to combine complementary qualities in a single ambiguous figure
is really a political expression
of Insane Grotesque Wisdom
the lead singer of Muslim Rishi Cattle

who gargles with poison meat genius
in his posh 3rd world industrial bathroom lingam

before connecting his chillum
to the internet is
Generally Siva
just sitting
loading the chillum
listening to the cello of the ageless clouds
of his bluest skintones

in the industrial cellobowl
one can see the arduous journey of the chelaturd
on its way to the dark ashrama
of Muslim Hookahs

meglomania (ghosts on the margin 2 -series one) a sudden burp

meglomania (ghosts on the margin 2 -series one)

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Never Forget

I went panopticamping last weekend. I thought about sleeping in a tent, but ultimately stayed in a panopticabin. Good times were had, though panopticabbage was not. I thought about it actually, and you either panoptican or panoptican't have a good time camping. There is no middle ground. After I returned home, I panopticalled my buddy Gus. He panopticartwheeled at the mention of the enjoyable time I had. That's a pretty ridiculous thing to do though, so I hung up the phone and hailed a panopticab (standard procedure). I told the driver, "Take me to the panopicaca!" He complied and I was there. But I forgot why I was there and decided I'd rather go back home and watch some panopticable. But before I could get back in the yellow panopticadillac... well, it left. At this point, with no reason for being here and no ride home, the only thing I could think to do was drugs. So I did drugs. It made me all panoticaddywhompus. Plus, I had already shot up some panopticaffeiene. Tomorrow, I will declare my night a bad one. But right now, it kicks some major panopticake.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

sHE tO BuTTeR mE


i asked her to butter me
but she wouldn't responD
i tolD her she could liCk me clean
and i woUld use my wand
but she just wasn't ready
for A boat ride by the sea
so i gaVe her cigar muncHies
and bruised HEr young teepee.



words by cocaine jesus

tadpiyed

you see it could be like this but then again maybe forever is just a tad ambitious.
the hair from her head fell like a steeplejack freefalling down a chimney stack. the railway lines crossed her flesh like a dream tattoo.
vaseline fresh and squeaky clean.
she couldn't deny it and he wouldn't confide in me enough to fake a plastic card full of certain amounts of hokum.
but i knew a man who shouldn't but would if asked hard enough and i had a certain amount of resolve that would go neatly soft into green glass bottles.
so i guess, conversations run in circles and this one was going nowhere.


wprds and drpstod by cocaine jesus HHHH


holy moly

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Siobhan Donaghy's Transitional Phrasing



Later, in an odd calibration intended as a rebuke but softened by doe-eyed expressionism, Siobhan fought off all the EMI suitors and opened up a new can of wurms.

"Girl dun gut" etc only, this time, the faint embryonic clothes-horse that followed her dutifully (face like a scorched child) spoke up:

"I'll live for longer if you love me."

And this changed her mind for the split-second they needed to sow more weeds into the fillers and start spiking the ballads with off-centre pall-bearing Greek hype.

Siobhan thought longer.

"They'll make a whine out of all of you," they heard her say as she skipped a beat onto the conference table and then belted out her new demixture.

"I... heard something that didn't sound... right," mumbled one of them, his face already greasy from smearing £50 notes across his cheeks and eyes.

She spotted the flaw, managed it. Breaths caught a little; tuberculosis temporarily tickled it's way through the room and down the halls, getting in the throats of one of the T-girls, specially brought in to fend off the Haters and The Hives.

Siobhan held firm, refused to cave and went immediately into the Scorpion Attack Position, awaiting orders from above.

Allhellbrokeloose.

Siobhan Donaghy - Ghosts


A Yousssendit Sssurproduction via Zeon

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

preamble fax factor 2


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sequence sculpture by cocaine jesus

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Petrarchified

The wave in its lack of offerings is complete
I must remember things like this as they appear
Unintentional pebbly snaps to something clear
In sodium suspension drifts and gripping feet
Marsupial lines through ruderality of street
When stars present themselves as cordially near
Shine me in and perhaps I too shall disappear
Relaxed in company with iron smell’s retreat
Tiny or immense or invisibility
Growing into sight through patio-slat and fence
How is it you can walk as a mind in high flight?
The clink in your ear as small as the puzzling sea
The racking up of dog and car desires grown dense
It is known not to talk if what is seen is right.

Monday, September 11, 2006

For my dear friend Jack, you stole $500 from me, didn't you?

liubite by rodinu


When your boss is driving you to work in the morning, you needn't worry about being late. The car will crash and you will hit your head against an invading telephone pole, temporarily losing your short-term memory. What are the rules to the game again?

Jack: This isn't a game.

Jason: Oh I disagree.

Jack: Unfortunately you can't. It's against the rules.

We have this disagreement often. Jack says it isn't a game, I plant thousands of trees around the base of his house in disagreement. In 80 years, when the pure fusion nuclear weapon is finally used in an attempt (unsuccessful) to curb overpopulation, Jack will be stuck in his house because of all those trees. The humor of the situation will be very similar to when a fire really does break out in the theatre and kills everyone except for that crazy cat. Wow that cat is crazy.

Jack: It's true, that cat is crazy.

Jason: Drat! I was trying to tell a lie Jack.

Jack: You are true.

five minutes by nikolai prusakov


Despite these disagreements, Jack and I are the best of friends. I have vivid memories of a speech he gave at some event. We were receiving awards for doing something good, or maybe it was a sentencing, and Jack was asked in parting to share a few words. He looked up at that man with the robe and said this and that about life, or maybe it was about where we got the pound of marijuana, and in closing remarked that, "My friend Jason is a great [something and something else and something else yet]... and that is how we got it." I can't remember the middle part but I'm sure it was all very nice. Afterward, I joined him at a party. It was a full house and everyone was so happy to see us. I embraced Jack and thanked him for the kind words. He said something in response and I responded to his response and we went back and forth like that for a while responding and responding. Three days later, we left the party. It was a swell exit. I was struck as I departed by all the metal bars in this party home. Why should there be so many? The owner of the home had terrible taste. I was also struck by a telephone pole in the head. That's the third and final time a telephone pole would attack me. This is because of some wonderful advice Jack gave me.

Jack: Next time you think you can outrun a horse, think again.

Jason: Indeed!

The truth is, I tried to outrun the horse for one simple reason: a rare, two-for-one angioplasty sale at Twin Cities Angioplasty. It's nearly indescribable, the effects of angioplasty on one's psyche. I told Jack about it once. I said, "Jack, if you're feeling a bit down I have one suggestion for you: angioplasty. It'll turn you from blue to red. The red is blood but don't you worry, that'll go away eventually." Indeed, the world is a better place because of angioplasty from Twin Cities Angioplasty.

16th by karalov

dragon eyes




dragon eyes seize you. dragon eyes sees you. in a box. in your underwear. the crimes you trip. the railway stair. that idiot dance. the seafront stall. that kiss with tongues. the shopping mall.
dragon eyes got you. dragon eyes spot you. on the cobblestreet. slick with rain. subway haste. oncoming train. alive with interest. arrive with tyres. chewing gum footfall. gleaming spires.
dragon eyes meets you. dragon eyes greets you. a celluloid trap. a silver disc. the broken bottle. that sudden risk. football crowds. mums with prams. wreckless youth. a phalanx of trams.
dragon eyes takes you. dragon eyes makes you. a tower of glass. a power of past. a flower of steel. gasoline stale. chrome reveal. rainbow pale. dragon eyes thrills you. dragon eyes kills you. petroleum haze. traffic cone. neon glaze. broken phone. a bustle of taxis. a rustle of cash. a hustle of taxes. smell of trash. dragon eyes beats you. dragon eyes defeats you. in your car. in your bath. in your garden. and on the path. on your TV. on your text. on your PC. in your sex.



words by cocaine jesus

using inspiration from Don Vliet, Dada and a dash of Burroughs. the idea was to use a surrealistic approach and mix it with Burroughs cut and paste style and then add a Dadaistic flourish. this would then give each snippet of words a hammer blow impact to convey the theme and message. alternatively this is just another set of pretentious twaddle for a bunch of pretentious post-modernist intellectuals glory bound for change and art (with a capital F)

Sunday, September 10, 2006

syzygy |ˈsizijē| |ˌsɪz1dʒi| |ˌsɪzɪdʒi|

syzygy |ˈsizijē| |ˌsɪz1dʒi| |ˌsɪzɪdʒi|
noun ( pl. -gies) Astronomy
a conjunction or opposition, esp. of the moon with the sun : the planets were aligned in syzygy.
• a pair of connected or corresponding things : animus and anima represent a supreme pair of opposites, the syzygy.
ORIGIN early 17th cent.: via late Latin from Greek suzugia, from suzugos ‘yoked, paired,’ from sun- ‘with, together’ + the stem of zeugnunai ‘to yoke.’

corporeal 3

Saturday, September 09, 2006

five minute xanadu

five minute xanadu
after dali - 090706



powered by ODEO


there's something north from here -
it's a long thing and i can't get it.
which sucks so i am bored - the south is fine
in the winter. i never thought you talked
funny either. just never whispered. over me.
which is something i rely upon.
so if this is a confessional fine.
i kept saying hello to everyone.
it was very burdensome in terms of my stress -
so i made some phone calls and now will be highly
more involved - a long time ago - going fast enough to
catch you - out of your black velvets and pardon me
for how your face twists twists ever so over canvases.




~lds06

We All Have One--I think!

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the wryness of x's

Friday, September 08, 2006

syzygy

In mathematics, a syzygy is a relation between the generators of a module. All such relations form what is called the 'first syzygy module'. The relations between generators of the first syzygy module form the second syzygy module, and in general, the relations among the generators of the n-th syzygy module form the (n+1)-th syzygy module

The Russian theologian/philosopher Vladimir Solovyov used the word "syzygy" to signify "unity-friendship-community," used as either an adjective or a noun. A pair of connected or correlative things. A couple or pair of opposites

In psychology, Carl Jung used the term "syzygy" to denote an archetypal pairing of contrasexual opposites, which symbolized the communication of the conscious and unconscious minds. The conjunction of two organisms without the loss of identity

Poetry
The combination of two metrical feet into a single unit, similar to an elision.
Consonantal or phonetic syzygy is also similar to the effect of alliteration, where one consonant is used repeated throughout a passage, but not necessarily at the beginning of each word
gnosticism
A syzygy is a divine active-passive, male-female pair of aeons, complementary to one another rather than oppositional; in their totality they comprise the divine realm of the Pleroma, and in themselves characterise aspects of the unknowable Gnostic God. The term is most common in Valentinianism
In astronomy, a syzygy is the alignment of three celestial bodies in the same gravitational system along a straight line. The word is usually used in context with the Sun, Earth, and the Moon or a planet, where the latter is in conjunction or opposition. Solar and lunar eclipses occur at times of syzygy, as do transits and occultations. The term is also applied to each instance of New Moon or Full Moon when Sun and Moon are in conjunction or opposition, even though they are not precisely on one line with the Earth.
The word is often loosely used to describe interesting configurations of planets in general. For example, situations when all the planets are on the same side of the Sun, as occurred on March 10, 1982, are sometimes called 'syzygies', although they are not necessarily found along a straight line

silver bullets

silver bullets fly beyond the grazing eye fast as a memory beyond the pale beyond the pail into a pile of logs that hide mutant frogs with ghostly eyes and industrial machine parts that glow glass and grow grass and reduce the past to barren fridge digits that green flicker on flickering green screens to the touch of a mortal infants finger tip to star glitter like worlds that gather dust amd musty thoughts that fast fade rifle fast with silver bullets

Thursday, September 07, 2006

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unanimated loose ummu

obstruction hubur

ki... offspring, muggins,
racquet.

compass scatter undiscovereds.

Mothwoman [Stage 2 and 3]

[2]
Larva: zeroed while using telepathy to phone home, emergence, born to biologically transmutate:: grow head--a radial effect of climbing hills, pray atoms are thirsting some kind space described above as kinetic. Above my head, surprise of lower worlds so minute, rigid terrain:: speaks absurdity of existence by the shape’s orientation so puss-like, throbbing, will harden not what is used to bone.


[3]
Pupa: scratches repeatedly with nature, touch--for itself--saves this? I wonder what it’s like to get nothing out of a casing, thumb-out the idea what, where there’s a free oddity so common it is commonoddity, influential in cocoon’s plumping.
PLEASE HELP AND VISIT THIS SITE AND PUT YOUR NAME ON THE PETITION.


BRING BACK TRANSIENCE

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Limbs


...in the end he realised that his limbs were not his own, thought for a second about changing them (but breething blood was never a hobby catered for at the Chemistry Shops) so decided to tape them to his torso, like a crumpled star.

This Heat - 24 track loop


courtesy of The Wire

MaxDiff

holy hell

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& confirm
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& conform
all at the same time!

Scale differences account for maximum heterogeneity
or hyperactivity
or holy roman emperors
or homosexual cheese
or huge gigantic large!

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Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Party Down!

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eldorra eldorra?

i've been riding the trail to great grandma duffy's place to discover where in the world of ireland she came by.
she married amos doughty way back then,
a tinker man from suffolk i am told,
who together begat a diamond jubilee
who in turn begat her
who in turn begat me.

so i askedthem this, the dead and the drying, who the fuck is eldorra mitchell?



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geobollockgy

Atttention all day tarders and sinvestors
Bleaking views will realease on moonday !!! Watch it implode on soonday!!!
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.. is pleased to announce that production rights to Alberta Canada collected throughout the drilling stage it was decided to purchase the rights
for this zone.
Due to wet women conditions falling down deeply misfoot and bible and able to mobilize equipment onto the the well testing priesthood. The anticipated two zones will be tested with 30 warfrin tablets to thin the mud. (As perversely as previously).!!!!!
mention -----, the women are still on tight hole status, and therefore the testing results will not be released until a future anticipates that prospective gas leaks are bunged up and hoovered(s)e(s) (with significant upside down potential).
We wall continue to preview potential joints with turd thirds.Brice Anal Thampom, B.A. Sc. ; President & CEO.
Sinvetsor ale rt don't miss another run on PP TL FcK UU
Already have your ways of boiling a tirade to circus is worthy not?
You surely do. a lot!
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Max west exploit natural gas. and technical Wetsern basin strategy ventures and assembled geology and




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Monday, September 04, 2006

timbletuck and ross

oh lordy, timbletuck and ross
with parchment decrees their business started
a law fim that, in the city,
confirmed their desires
to be amongst the rank and wealthy.
and, armed with their certificates
of office and decree
they purchased a stern edifice
just off of chancery lane,
(near the wig and pen),
where they supped ale and ate
with the hoy poloy
and sons of nobility.


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Saturday, September 02, 2006

marmalde and jam

marmalade and jam don't make ham said the marmite vegetable man
cruising down town with a smile and a big frown
red nose big shoes like a fucking vegetable clown.
hey son, don't touch that thing just sing and then sing some more.
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