(gunShot)wound.
something-said--anOrta?
ay,or,ta?heartPounds();recursiveSymptoms:
bloodSpilling!breaking!![entropy@hand].
the gunshot didn't miss.
piercingSkin.hopeful/hopeless...
lessBlood,lessening*terrorPounding,
rising+RISING++
plasticPunctured();winning&the&battle&_
but&losing&the&war#
slowing\\end\of\entropy?
end?NO!!REBELLION!!!!pluckTheHeartStrings();
>>fire-body-up>>enter-fever-state>>
(resume,resolve,revive~~)
(resume,resolve,revive~~)
~~~~
the gunshot didn't miss the heart.
[//--
[dark*hospital.]
[night*shift.]
[slow*clock.]
[quick*time.]
--//]
sp//keSP//KErunNing*****ENGINE**
cAn/t@stOp@EngInE=sp//kE*****
(FIGHT! FIGHT IT!!)****syrIngE@@@plUngE!!!*****
****************************
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~/FUCK/
Thursday, January 15, 2009
david is a breakdown
david is a breakdown,
taken left and taken all,
gone with the wind of a thousand sighs,
signs in the road all leading one way,
gravity dragging them downwards;
david is a shakedown, a quakedown,
gone but not forgotten, gotten sick
on some bad medicine, something
about the east coast, not quite what it was,
not in kansas; david is a rake, a break,
a staking of claim in an otherwise
utterly wholesome territory; this is a
test, a lesson for you, a question of
what you want to become, a belief
that maybe, just maybe, you'll be better,
not broken, words spoken long ago,
the giving and taking of rest,
always an ideal and never a fact,
a figment, a signal from the system;
david is a tired one, a wired one,
the earth is up and the sun is down,
the sun is gone, the horizon hangs,
suspended, suspicious and stupendous,
surrendering, the sky is broken
by a billion bits and bytes of binary,
these bits and bytes by which the heavens
are hung upon the drying line,
a sign of things to come, a sign of
what will be; breakdown is a david,
a breaking david shakedown,
a takedown; everyone on three,
everyone with me, everyone believe,
believe, believe...
taken left and taken all,
gone with the wind of a thousand sighs,
signs in the road all leading one way,
gravity dragging them downwards;
david is a shakedown, a quakedown,
gone but not forgotten, gotten sick
on some bad medicine, something
about the east coast, not quite what it was,
not in kansas; david is a rake, a break,
a staking of claim in an otherwise
utterly wholesome territory; this is a
test, a lesson for you, a question of
what you want to become, a belief
that maybe, just maybe, you'll be better,
not broken, words spoken long ago,
the giving and taking of rest,
always an ideal and never a fact,
a figment, a signal from the system;
david is a tired one, a wired one,
the earth is up and the sun is down,
the sun is gone, the horizon hangs,
suspended, suspicious and stupendous,
surrendering, the sky is broken
by a billion bits and bytes of binary,
these bits and bytes by which the heavens
are hung upon the drying line,
a sign of things to come, a sign of
what will be; breakdown is a david,
a breaking david shakedown,
a takedown; everyone on three,
everyone with me, everyone believe,
believe, believe...
softie
my grandfather sits in his bed,
breathing heavy, happy and dying.
each and every light in the room
is reflected brightly in his eyes.
my grandfather, my grandpa,
the softie, the saint. i ain't as great,
but i try for his sake if nothing else.
my grandfather was the best of us,
and i can only hope that he
would be proud of me, though i know
that his love was unconditional.
(i have grown maudlin, full of memories.)
my grandfather was a softie,
but we are all that is left of him.
breathing heavy, happy and dying.
each and every light in the room
is reflected brightly in his eyes.
my grandfather, my grandpa,
the softie, the saint. i ain't as great,
but i try for his sake if nothing else.
my grandfather was the best of us,
and i can only hope that he
would be proud of me, though i know
that his love was unconditional.
(i have grown maudlin, full of memories.)
my grandfather was a softie,
but we are all that is left of him.
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