Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Broken Overpass
The overpass is made of wood, it gleams silvery in some transpositional lights, but it is withering from the outside in. People traverse it and their feet get caught in the rot. It is a sinking bridge, a sad and beautiful monstrosity that makes crossing easier and harder simultaneously. I wish I could fix you, bridge, with a newfangled spray or coating but you resist this. I will wait and see. A new invention may be within my clawing grasp. No sinking, no troubles, no sadness, no worms. Just reinforcement and goodness in the chiming free-form woods. Good luck.
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I have seen this bridge from afar, without traverse attempts, it is a beautiful bridge and there is nothing to fear. The darkness is a part of what you want in your feet and hands. The offerings are rich and profuse.
If you grab onto me I will perpetrate a path heretofore unknown to all, a path that lets, like blood.
Tasteless quantities of good versus bad. Let the hypocritical die in their own foul juices. Nothing is anyone's fault, it is time for two by two standardized dances and testing. Fuck everyone.
Yeah, fuck everyone.
There are trees with plane wrecks in them on either side of me. People stand, breathing into the silence, there is nothing but wind. I am tired and sad.
I mime sickness. I enhance my fat pockets with more fat. I try to act but instead get festooned in the muck.
There was a dock that I used to cleave to in the winds.
I am receding but enhancing myself with ultimate aggravation and the hates.
Hi. I am so ugly today, there is a set of fireworks exploding all over me. It is HIDEOUS.
I mime hideous to my neighbors. They turn off their lights and call the police.
Lila, the dock is rotting like the bridge.
Lila you are fearful like spittle. It runs down your vest.
the water under the bridge, is it dark, muddy, and inhabited by giant amoeba sized slitherins? when you fix it, leave some sadness behind as a reminder.
i am looking for the happy bridge. boink, i like you.
Yes, boink. Anger.
dark spiral, why do you haunt me? Why? Go away!!!
Back in the hots like a disease-ful nation. Hi to the wormers. I am delousing my pants suits as I type, they glow from putrid stink. It is nearly time to follow my thoughts to wines, to vines that hint at an exit.
Welcome back MM!! We all missed you, and I know you missed the mugs!
Wazzzzzzzzup?
Hi PD you little tremulous flower of cuteness!!!! I am in need of mental content enriching, of production. MM was a functionary of the parental nature and did not make the relics these last few days. MM feels like a sagging bag of stale donuts. How bout you PD? I am ready for my hands to become hammers.
Pain arena, I have made a new-fangled vow to enter you with more regularity. Go MM! Go be mangled!!!!! DO IT!!!!!
Hey MM. I am sure you did a good job with the little Fritz and her McFarland friend. Dude!
You will get back to the shack!
I have been sluggish in the shack due to the mugs, and have been considering the paper alternative in my AC apt. I feel more like a bag of rancid pork.
Paper options in the apartment are a MUST PD. I always have some going for the days when it is either
1. too hot in the studio
or
2. I have fallen prey to a serious bout of agoraphobia
welcome back from the woods MM
stand and deliver MM. welcome back! xoxoxox!
Welcome back into hi and fun music. Welcome back into doom and sody pop. Krix, it is delightful to consider the music of other times. Thank you for bringing it up, I am learning much from that thread...I know litttle of the ways of the world. The only thing I am familiar with is the terrain of the hideaways that are invisible to the eyes. I am full of awe and dread.
I love thinking about music of the 80s. As you may already know about me. I think we need a trip to Mickey-Ds for a sundae, MM.
i have done nothing at work today. very bad FB. very bad.
Meeee too. Very bad PD. I hope I don't get the axe.
I have piles here at cubeworld because of all the goofing. MM, I don't know much about the world ways either. I live in a bubble of planet krixfort.
I fucking hate even looking at myself, I am vile. Please help me to die.
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