Friday, April 25, 2008

21 tropes of gaglight

dad the wall. mum the gun.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

knock knock

Gestalt ka-boom. Then ditto. One maso. One sado. All fall down.

(Crossing herself, Limb writes, 'I bear his mouth'; adding, 'and, with it, I am worshipped'.)

Wednesday, April 23, 2008


Sunday, April 20, 2008


Friday, April 18, 2008


Monday, April 14, 2008

hatemail from karate kids

Above even, lies odd. Man wants respect.

First of all
1.1 Vex, to ease [...] 1.2 distress yourself to him sexually 1.3 Reality depreciates 1.4 You sooth 1.5 Anger (for a man is word) 1.6 Revolve the woman, revolve her 1.7 If she is herself, if she is the first and last, revolve around round her ever-wising 1.8 Warm your hero 1.9 Crow

+ Woman way.

2.1 Sense poses / supposes. Tethered 2.2 Strength diminishes 2.3 Leap Leap Leap 2.4 Science hopes (in lieu) 2.5 Oughtness, eachness. Testifies. 2.6 The universe is a mess 2.7 It may be a becausal thing 2.8 Fetch hard and often 2.9 Craze on

Good luck.

Saturday, April 12, 2008


dress in rags
midlife sags
fawn of kate
see of slate

in and out
goes redoubt
up and down
quim of gown

croc sucker
croc sucker
croc doc doc

slip and slide
slicer pry
butcher dates
your spinning plates

high and low
nee to floor
thumb you down
quim of town

croc sucker
croc sucker
croc doc doc

item #6208

Oh, yes, I suppose so ... whatever; or, as you say, '...wha evvrrrrrrrrrrrr...'. I can no longer fix. (6) Clearly, I can no longer (6ee.) Trip-wire ...oh my cabled heart desire? I have never been street. I see no tv. I slip only soup by you ... I mean mush ideas, shapeless brain bray bray prey prey. Hedging you get me... hedging on. I'm such a prick. You trailed as much. But implode? Let's dissolve.

I keep this box. Explosives. Gun of Dad. Grenade ... ka-boom the mum. Fuck you right up. No trouble.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

item #0088

See the joke is, he's not insensitive, Helena, you are. And no, he's no fun this end. You're missing nothing. I'm bored out of my tiny mind listening to the details of his calender three nights a week. Are you satisfied to know that...? Both of you, are you satisfied? Truth is, you are and always will be glad to burden me. It's what you both said you wanted - you know, privately, separately, to me, bending my ear; even though I begged you not to. You're sat on the back of my neck, wet-farting down my spine, in all your cartoon indignity; like greasy hairless baboons. If you persist, I will cut you into pieces with my funny bones.