Monday, July 12, 2010

Intolerance

Intolerance
I love hate, hate the deliverance positive motivation to destructive means.
In a media of timelessness.

Leonardo

Leonardo

Your work upon so eloquent a canvas do you lay.
Brushed lightly with a silhouette of darkness don’t dismay.
For apnea hath never stricken such a saintly devil smite.
For records find themselves at farenheight 451 and are dispersed unto the akasha.
That is now where whilst thou plays, upon the everglades.

Meanings, beginnings, ravings, meanings, endings.

Meanings, beginnings, ravings, meanings, endings.

Readily available pain resolution of pain… Heroin-death, what a melancholy mixture
of madness.
How somber we are in the darkness.
How the light does nothing for my appreciation of the world.
Endorphins occasionally freeing me to want again.
When I recycle and rehash I use my pain to better ends.
How I constrict, create a strangle hold obliviation not just for me but also for others.
Assault rifles killing schoolchildren.
Cameras taking abbreviated images capturing.
How indecisive we thrive on derision.
Grand vials, of vile poison for the erosion of endlessness.
A pill to infinity.
Some form of freedom reclaimed reclusive.
Registers being toggled seeing code passed through monocles.
Virtual distortion passed through vhd’s.
How varied the transmissions captured.
Re signals swirled in vectors.
Weapon designers, with designer checks and suites.

Mondrian


Mondrian



Your work appalls me mondrian, so sterile is your work.
Desolate the stance was taken of squares so insignificant.
The primary colors of your life I wish to flush them out.

My computer my girlfriend.

My computer my girlfriend. commandroot print

She is my desire.
She manipulates my analog heart.
She is my fantasy anything I want, she will fulfill my requests, to the last dword.
She the malleable mistress so capable of vicissitudes.
Her figure adorned in chrome.
Sexy sleek petite voluptuous.
I never have to worry about boring of her conversations.
We create behemoth amounts of magnetized cylinders.
Even when she consumes she is never filled.
A compliment to me she, Pc!

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Never Innocent

Never Innocent
It is my world built in pain, black molly swimming through the wake.
Sexy sleekness bottled water fantasy the lead befouls us.
Sharks sublime sense.
Not shrouding slaking down death’s-head moths.
The pill of the fish fractures, are the bones of tomorrow’s youth.
Filleted foundlings fixated in freshness on ice.
This fish fillet is born to die.
Never innocent was born of animal.