Proverbs-Anti-Antidote

Hope Sandoval And The Warm Inventions - Through The Devil Softly [2009]

2010-07-02T17:48:00.002-03:00

Hope Sandoval And The Warm Inventions - Through The Devil Softly [2009]

TRACK LIST:
01 - Blanchard
02 - Wild Roses
03 - For the Rest of Your Life
04 - Lady Jessica and Sam
05 - Sets the Blaze
06 - Thinking Like That
07 - There's A Willow
08 - Trouble
09 - Fall Aside
10 - Blue Bird
11 - Satellite

Tuxedomoon -The Ghost Sonata (1990)

2009-12-31T16:48:00.001-04:00

Tuxedomoon -The Ghost Sonata (1990)

TRACK LIST:
01 - The Funeral Of A Friend (1:09)
02 - The Ghost Sonata (5:36)
03 - Catalyst (0:42)
04 - An Affair At The Soiree (3:39)
05 - Music Number Two (2:56)
06 - A Drowning (2:07)
07 - The Cascade (3:02)
08 - A Mystic Death (2:16)
09 - Basso Pomade (Dogs Lickin' My Heart) (2:36)
10 - Licorice Stick Ostinato (2:19)
11 - The Laboratory (Parts 1 & 2) (5:08)
12 - Les Odalisques (4:10)
13 - An Unsigned Postcard (3:06)
14 - Music Number Two (Reprise) (4:18)

Opel

2009-12-10T15:23:00.008-04:00

If you like Mazzy Star, here is where a lot of the sound came from. a complex bunch of name changing however in the begging Kendra Smith and David Roback (late of Mazzy star) as well Hope Sandoval replaced Kendra and after some time they changed the band name to Mazzy Star). Opel an eerie, and not as striped down. it’s got some similarities, and is part of their history for sure. take a journey.

Here are two of there Albums a compilation 'early recordings' in released in 1989 and their first full-length album 'Happy Nightmare Baby' in 1987.

early recordings [1989]

Happy Nightmare Baby [1987]

It was an Open Casket Shrouded in Plastic

2009-12-10T14:06:00.002-04:00

It was an Open Casket Shrouded in Plastic

seems i am on a Stéphane Mallarmé binge, so, expect PDF’s.

-zepla.

Lush, and Away

2009-12-09T22:49:00.000-04:00

Lush, and Away

sorry formatting requirez, love.
-zetala.

Beach House - Beach House (2006)

2009-12-08T16:49:00.003-04:00

Beach House - Beach House (2006)

TRACK LIST:
1. Saltwater
2. Tokyo Witch
3. Apple Orchard
4. Master Of None
5. Auburn And Ivory
6. Childhood
7. Lovelier Girl
8. House On The Hill
9. Heart ANd Lungs

[2009] царь of (NEO) -fall in love, and die a dreamer

2009-12-08T16:41:00.003-04:00

-Photo by Sabarah Pilon album art by Zepla.

[2009] царь of (NEO) -fall in love, and die a dreamer

TRACK LIST:
1. wedanding,I
2. rdr martydom
3. awake
4. invertbracy
5. tear blots
6. Wedanding,II
7. offering
8. Prometheus on ground
9. inert1and2
10. evening has risein
11. zar-abiant works classic

Devon Welsh - Adrift (2009)

2009-12-07T18:12:00.002-04:00

Devon Welsh - Adrift (2009)

TRACK LIST:
1. Down Here
2. Bees
3. Did You Really Think
4. Back Alley
5. Living Dead
6. Friends Are Smokers
7. Ceiling Fan
8. Don't Feel Well
9. Casual Love
10. Half My Head
11. Vegetable Town
12. Bus
13. Oh Dear
14. Fooling Around
15. Matty P
16. Honestly (Take 2)

Mount Eerie - Lost Wisdom

2009-12-07T18:00:00.002-04:00

Mount Eerie - Lost Wisdom

TRACK LIST:
1. Lost Wisdom
2. Voice in Headphones
3. You Swan, Go on
4. Who
5. Flaming Home
6. What
7. If We Knew
8. With My Hands Out
9. O my Heart
10. Grave Robbers

Omon Ra -The Spirit Of Jerry Garcia Playing The Rolling Stones

2009-12-07T17:23:00.003-04:00

Omon Ra -The Spirit Of Jerry Garcia Playing The Rolling Stones

TRACK LIST:
1. Invocation Pt.1
2. Its An Omen
4. Station Street
5. Its Recreation
6. Good Friend
7. Chlldren of Alien Avatar
8. Dragging By
9. For Strickland
10. Mountain Day After
12. You Made Me Ill
13. Eurydice
14. Invocation Pt. II

Harold Budd- The White Arcades (Opal)

2009-12-07T15:48:00.002-04:00

Harold Budd- The White Arcades (Opal)

TRACK LIST:
1. the white arcades
2. balthus bemused by color
3. the child with a lion
4. the real dream of sails.mp3
5. algebra of darkness
6. Totems Of The Red–Sleeved Warrior
7. the room
8. coyote
9. the kiss

Names to be.

2009-12-07T15:35:00.003-04:00

It’s like the lights, all glowed out, British red to your faces, hidden, beyond, traps, and locks, in
All the recourses you’re finding out into, believes in for moments, that are still being negotiated,
It’s always not really much a bother, anyways, and those places all covered in leaves, broken blacked,
And hidden, are still to be battled over, harder, then the ones, you pluck from the sky, it’s like that river,
We can’t really cross, in our thoughts, flashing, or over it, it’s still there, before us, right here before our feet, always leading towards the bends that
may seem closer, but it’s always just as far, walking around near, fearing the lights might go out, so take your few, and so, wondering, will be one
day, all that we fought over.

Hearing of your places; keep speaking.

2009-12-07T15:35:00.001-04:00

Call in forth, water ways, blisstal, wash, and born again, in ages, to far

Away to believe, in we could. Like the nights we watch the skies, flash across

Periphery, hazing, stays upon the lights of doorways, and travel, take travel far, further

Then the opens, that stands out before your long, path. Don’t be seen so careful.

zexfy

2009-12-07T15:34:00.004-04:00

Well first to have some drinks,

Pickled, mingles and the home,

bereaved, and its out to take

The lines down,

caught up, you came in, took

A lot of breaths, and could find

Found a little commons, then

The doors swung wider, and

Dusk steps, enveloped you.

Small ideaz bozy! thats What selllzz..

2009-12-07T15:34:00.003-04:00

Walk’in down the street with the apple in hand.
I feel the cool, confidences, maybe it’s the extra mass in my hand,
Just slightly throwing off the natural body balance. But i always get
A nice bounce, and swagger, and dammit, i know where i whan’a be,
When i am taken big bites out of the flesh, well, head's high, and
Mind know it’s at.

.:.Again.:.

2009-12-07T15:34:00.001-04:00

No lights, and the weather has been cold, broken glass still hides on the floor, when necessary used. Greens not as bright in the evening that occurs still before noon. Lights out, and don’t be caught burning. Reds, not in style. A dimme a beat. Quarter it for four. And now, were off agein racing straight for burnside, cover the ashs. Beeplz. Out, the white, walled madness, blisters, al-told you too. Before, green, and yellow, - sape our forests. .:.Again.:.

Lapse taking one.

2009-12-07T15:33:00.000-04:00

I have’n had another fink yet, only one, i need another, another, a fucking ‘nother, and you should be paying, i don’t care, fuck off, with your royalties, and give it to me. Whores don’t sleep with anyone you know? Only those that PAY. If it’s given away, then what? Wipe your tripe, pusses out your rotting cunt. And you could believe, oh do so for me, on your wet knees, and i real like, it when there’s a little blood between your legs, it’s good to paint with, after we don’t fuck.

Wiklatmu'j Reveries [2009]

2009-12-07T15:23:00.003-04:00

Wiklatmu'j Reveries
(Ryan G Kirk and Matthew, E. Duffy)

TRACK LIST:
1. White Rain Crow WIng
2. Spectres
3. Awake
4. Shenandoah
5. Soul's Journey
6. Black Metal Psychonaut
7. Ars Geographica Tectonic Drift

White Noise [1969] - An Electric Storm

2009-12-07T15:14:00.004-04:00

White Noise [1969] - An Electric Storm

TRACK LIST:
1. Love Without Sound
2. My Game Of Loving
3. Here Come The Fleas
4. Firebird
5. Your Hidden Dreams
6. The Visitations
7. The Black Mass

Devon Welsh - Welcome (2009)

2009-12-07T15:11:00.002-04:00

Devon Welsh - Welcome (2009)

TRACK LIST:
1. Spirit
2. I Believe In Love
3. Girlfriend
4. Savage
5. Nothing Could Make Me Cry
6. The Desert
7. Fun House Mirror
8. Try To Be Good
9. As Far As I'm Aware
10. Feel Better

Arthur Russell [1986] - World Of Echo

2009-12-07T15:08:00.002-04:00

Arthur Russell [1986] - World Of Echo.zip

TRACK LIST:

1. Tone Bone Kone

2. Soon-To-Be Innocent Fun/Let's See

3. Answers Me

4. Being It

5. Place I Know/Kid Like You

6. She's The Star/I Take This Time

7. Tree House

8. See-Through

9. Hiding Your Present From You

10. Wax The Van

11. All-Boy All-Girl

12. Lucky Cloud

13. Tower Of Meaning/Rabbit's Ear/Home Away From Home

14. Let's Go Swimming

15. The Name Of The Next Song (previously unreleased)

16. Happy Ending (previously unreleased)

17. Canvas Home (previously unreleased)

18. Our Last Night Together (previously unreleased)

2009-11-20T00:30:00.003-04:00

It’s all an utter betrayal, we were sold, river side.

2009-11-20T00:26:00.003-04:00

And now the logs swim, next to us.
there’s nothing any one. Could.

Do.

taken, not in courage, not in white lights, hung out
Before our naked, eyes. Could you, and so you to hold.

Before our naked, eyes. Could you, and so you take hold.

The occult Stares Back

2009-11-20T00:26:00.001-04:00

I’ve got enough kerosene, to light it all ablaze,
Cut all those transmission paths, burn and scorch, the shores
Lock the gates, and tie down the locks. Seal all the ports,

Remember all the names, of those, who will forget to blink,
In short, to be there, and everyone knows, that it will be here,
where we’ll undoubtedly shake, and courier over, the mounting,
Piles, of ethereal decay, left, scattered for our pets, to find,
Pick up and place it in their small mouths, where we
Can joy in their simple, orgies of belonging.

Now, set the emetic bulb, down, and grip the smouldering glass
Before your retina pumped eyes.

On the Harmony of Missing Exceptions

2009-10-22T00:44:00.003-03:00

covered in blots, pictures in lewd,
your standing out, dull winter cuts,
ice forms, making small pools, to
step, bring, back the night, bring
forth, our hopeful visitation. -

Dictation on Sight:

well it came to those last days i suppose, wondering whether the normal, following of days could ever be made into a proper dissensions, reality is always more percent, then one wishes to admit it seems;

i am still not sure what’s hiding beyond the long doorways, or why i could not bother to turn about, and rather follow down and see where the ghosts live.

-Felt it late, later then the days will allow, and more formal then condensing

]perils, oh, shots in dark rain, believing their birth, was immaculate and they could dispel all the errors, of it, to be home later then it would.

{no, nothing is still able to be formed in proper language when asking i still dissuade from knowing exactly what it is i am making it into, the parts of the order, are lost, in relational definition, there is no real coordinates for this, its extremes are invalid. }

Burning songs, songs, songs is it here yet, away, away, away, till it could, could, not, so where to go, and go, gone to, far from, out. Outside, and from away, and over there, and somewhere else. Sought, in, quests and searches, and candidacy, like a queue that keeps going and twisting and the lines keep ending on blank stone walls higher than they could fall, and not really sure why it was built, twisting spaces and thoughts, and mine, it was farther and further, and possible to be possible, would mean, something, anything, all things must seem to be right there.

The dying hearts

2009-10-22T00:44:00.001-03:00

seems, i fear for my humanity
if it’s not and those would trust emotionally

Exodus from all family. Wading in broken
Streams.

it’s all of this

2009-10-22T00:42:00.000-03:00

it’s hard to takeaway
be it mine; so
are we waking far?

leave the screams in
the road, Behind
the trail, Beyond

grape vines,
stalling, in the weather.

Something like this

2009-10-22T00:34:00.003-03:00

Spoke, spoke, spooked; me last.....
.............................................................night
my hairs’ not falling out

see you could. over....
......................................and
out.

./////////////////////////////.

2009-10-22T00:33:00.002-03:00

nothing, nowhere, could be something, else, to be words, hold empty. And sights, and names, and it’s all just fool work, not that it could ever even matter.

just go, their, just go over, just keep, keep it. keep it, and goes. gone. away.

2009-10-22T00:33:00.001-03:00

send another letter, four more songs, another painted and lost, still not able to be able to carry away, that sight, no its wrong, no its too difficult, so its screamed at your name,.

Forgive and Trespassed,

2009-10-22T00:32:00.002-03:00

Forgive and Trespassed, it’s still too late,
cross those long lines towards. As it once could be
to those. i choked.

lead not too far, don’t be so gone, and you’ve lead where your temptations, oh so, from and away
but here is no sign, no power, or reserve, glory’s lost its days,
beyond, ever all over, returning the same.

be left, now.

2009-10-22T00:32:00.001-03:00

I know what i saw,

I entered the contract

And all you whana see is a fuckin rock show

you oughta know The holocaust looks better at night

-you know your right-

2009-10-22T00:29:00.001-03:00

Trash, place it on

Rap all, up in down

Upon your body

could you please, bleach

in those contentious. i’d be mind you

i can’t really even extend a finger towards

.just thought i’d clear it up.

so, its weakness in my activity, which provides

Is to, stop seeing, the ridges, and chopping upon those

you can’t hold to.

young, lied to the mind of the old,

know you could have is.

that’s not so truly right, no i can’t
seem to linger on, your empty; poison some other wells

still it belongs out, take nothing, then, and i will leave

almost as little.

Not to be, is about as far

As it could be taken.

Sure, you want nothing to be told.

Is it really so easy? I bet you lie. All the way.

Peace be in our name, - and it could make me gag and

Cough mucus. Make a wise guess then.

Don’t want to make your choices, count,

Well then just keep counting. See your doing fine so far.

Never had a thought? Well here are two of the roads, we know

|i.| after days of this biting, you slowly being to think, that it might be
contiguous, and the whole expanse spreads through your thoughts onto
the surroundings, then the perception of pain, is placed upon those, at a
distance, then closer, until it is put forth upon your closest. Know, you now
take the only course of action to stop from doing such great harm to those.

|ii|. In a fit of likely spiting water and raped breath movements, six or seven
could be swallowed, not thought out, or even understood, just seemingly
happened before your own eyes.

Pieces of it

2009-10-22T00:28:00.004-03:00

Peel back none, ripped garments, flung out on my invaded bed, - who let you in? i was humming to songs and melody, resting my eyes, i had parts to fill, but you lied, and then read some close words, enough to make me long, and enough to produces endless difficulty of intent, disappearing on whims and re-appearing well i try to drench out my thoughts, and escape the difficulty.

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i’d think it hard to speak in places of erotic intrude,
and be at present, at mind. Would you please, or yet still, out
and away with it.

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Please, Please, show some chips, this
is the bet’n table, roll up your dress, or
fuck off my bed.

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slips, are always, apparel, and you should leave me be; in
my home,
occupy, and preclude your own, part of loss. not around here; as it is said:
in These Parts.

Hard Candy Pops

2009-10-22T00:28:00.003-03:00

You have no lips
Not to kiss
Not to speak
Or spit

no, no, no, no, no,

2009-10-22T00:28:00.001-03:00

Why bother up above
to the peeks,
there is only harsh
snow anyhow,
blowing

the clouds
all the clouds
suffocating
contrast

still awaiting a proposal,

2009-10-22T00:27:00.003-03:00

my heart lay waste; cordialis

still corseting through my veins

flooding my brain, i can hardly relate

any self or aim,

-the one i love will not answer my name

but harder heaves blades still press against.-

blisters buses out, caught surly

viewing at of ending outcome,

pour through each space that is still here

my god, are not fathoms chasing down

punching upon my scaring flesh

beloved no longer could rescue

in the land, no, heroine saintess

can’t come down, no wings to

flutter by. beloved lost missing un-active, just blank

stares, feeling the endeavours

martyring the planting of a dead

cherry tree; flowerless and brittle

the reports say

2009-10-22T00:27:00.001-03:00

the reports say, i can’t be
with anybody

the reports say, i won’t
make it, to instead

the reporting goes on nightly
broken through each day, months
crawl by, awaiting a promising fair lay

look outing

2009-10-22T00:26:00.000-03:00

hell it’s coming, i know it will

arrive, and take scorns of life, i

will frenzy first though destroying out of

my mind, ecstatic blisstist endeavours foolish

and madding, covering in abrasions

then to linger in a fleshy hole

Inversions, and hold tidying

2009-10-22T00:24:00.000-03:00

And here high arched, perching out your sight, mind, the waves,

And gold, crests, and all the songs, we should be there not so long

Not so fast, or deep peering that need to dive into the robust

Equations, no none, shall be heard, three pairs, and stained glass woods

You arms could out stretch, and your voice surely does, embrace into

The wills, of my thought, so, could there still stand, more set ways,

And more decent, plays, no, i think we could always, spring out, a

Wit of five, and always, know another glance, and node, to the

Stifled, wicks that are placed upon night tables (maybe not our own)

That when sought out, would lose some form of translucent, mists,

Which i might be accustomed to dancing in-neath, i hope you know,

And believe, it yours will still hold much higher, in the day airs, then anyone,

And all should be set to long spaces, and busied rules, that could keep our

Minds away for each, once, or place. No not yet can we starve off any

Forward limitations, harks grace will be upon the empty spaces over the field

Which time grows. And neither earth nor song could break clear of.

Is it in your name?

Long Cape¯s

2009-09-14T15:50:00.003-03:00

you hung your body out, to
the reflective curves of tree lines,
burnt sand rocks, with a rube-scarlet dripping radio-tower scrape,
making its way from, shorelines, and splashes engulfed, to
pital against our bodies.

to synergies a seemingly motionless dressing,
without the whims that could express peering over, tidings,
wishful alas.

Weeks Later and Willows; Some Flung Glareal

2009-09-14T15:50:00.001-03:00

Hold on to the sideways, striding checking lisle,
and peering forwards, cheeps, and hordeables,
then glace and caught once more, blossom, and
pitch, fitting before, its still caught; though dreading
a day when a splintered will be there and cold sheep will
Wallow,

not thus, and before, forty years and days, i could
only hum, simply, and warm the eyes; one caught look,
or only a half shades, its, here, all stuff in there, away

Look up and down across more interchanges, seminal, and
Holy woods, not yet, no further could be crossed, i’d almost
Have wondered back.

post-expressionism

2009-09-14T15:49:00.000-03:00

were arrival; no this floral
arrangement leads us crippled
unable to grasp, yet.
the body, contorts
in the flurry
and caught in the apopupal
energies of our time, i
awak-in' to the content or rather
overtly pictorial direction of the
feeling and the manifestations,
would be arranging the book,
work,

clihicil

2009-09-14T15:48:00.000-03:00

overt the senses, awkwardly
to do, the means

yet out,

bet images, the
solvent, that leans the
hands, forcing open. A

first roped sustained
lightenishly so un-com-patri-otes-al-ly
objectified denied from our
here soil, thus unflushable
little ocean pools, aqua’s
of remaining trapicalised
scenes so as
passionate; smear

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2009-07-11T17:37:00.001-03:00

et evniapala vodatet-i-kvmala odaveumm see la, oshabeda. mesa, eyta velletasv-ua

bishops-slandin

2009-07-11T17:34:00.002-03:00

Hemmma neata va be das a neee nam bah vooosha ka belenaveta
Seetaaaa voooo

Ikta pzata

Esk ova

2009-07-11T17:34:00.001-03:00

Cough, it still does not drop,
Upon the draping can
Any answer back
Belong et to.

in an awaiting incoming permission

2009-07-11T17:33:00.000-03:00

Looks together another long stifle, it can take some
Days, and earlier still to set into the long whites,
Locked away further behind, this there stop.

high mana

2009-07-11T17:32:00.002-03:00

its all well
but along way down

pushed high and hard
ignoring that the sky shall
break.

from the front line trenches...

let the smoke rise from all and each flame
we have resorted to shock waves on the front lines

which will break 1st the manpower or resources,
if supply shall brake, were in it alone, what if
the front collapses? can we fall back,
will there be space to form, why leave the martyrs here
without picking there torn body's
there's no justification for moral surrender, we need to
push further into their spaces, attrition at all forms,
bullets to the left shoulder, the bayonets ,

i can pear over the rides, we gotten our orders, we shall
advance
across the burning land, the smashing sky, screams of our bothers, rise, from
all the corners, of the soot filled graves,
we shall pile high, our might, and run, cross the gray,
pulsing, i can;t keep the heart form its leaps, not after years, of inside,
the muddy dusk. peal off another layer of burnt-blistered flesh, from the souls of my foot.

at the horizon the flames lick and up close they kiss my forehead, i can't stand away.

visit our homes, i keep a pictures its tinted now, water damage, we sent hope over, the
ridge, no word yet, were going to try and follow suit. maybe we can find the captured
corpse, and give it our proper rights.

deeply there so

2009-07-11T17:31:00.001-03:00

let her sit for to the right
of your cheek, no, don't lie
hold it high between your heart

this is not a night, the
sky may always be lost
in shadows deep, but we
skip along the Styx no
longer looking towards any
falling towers up so far and wide.

Be splash; in joys of our
wound fingers tight
under our shard hands

titer tat

2009-07-11T17:30:00.001-03:00

and draw the long bow back
pulling over your eyes.

get it, and make ours another night
for you to pull and hold, out there.

its still not here without your name
to carry, over from all the previous

The Herald Has Fallen on Deaf; Well the Heavens No Longer Have Wings

2009-07-11T17:29:00.002-03:00

Nothing, nothing nothing, and all we can do
is read what is no longer upon the headlines.
Fierce call’s and silly, are all that was mustered,

you could even lock the door so tightly that informants
cannot enter. Till the date is northward, deep into a tundra
the desert is here in its expanse, sitting at home, emptying the kitchen

table, each night. Not far away, we’re still waiting, there’s no rush, always another
sitting day, or play-pretend with whoever may dance. ‘Never settle’-stamps out from upon this boot. All
along; not ever conditions, to layup, at our weary.

Whether in culture stocks or our streets of Tehran, we will not know, or have without, picking our
violences, and wagering its power to illumine a structure; bound the connections and break the crusts.

assemble, in
and out the
the marginal

just not here, not

To those, old, whimpers
nor to the fashionable Modern
halls. Burrow and cages, Inform
what one is to restrict or else,

Be told by occupants.

never so sorry, to have

it out, and look. Peers, not so deep into some whimsical fray, jealoused as ever else, and it’s only a few
too many, even with deep intonation and perpetual appeal the vast will preside, and mundane likeness is
fuelled.

Where else in the far night the bells are not going to sound and no instants remain no, we only must think in such fashioned manors as to appear to live out. In the way of one’s own words, as one is to let speak.

...Is all always so late...

Down Flowing One May Lay

2009-07-11T17:28:00.002-03:00

Where she there
In catacomb
Vail upon her.

Candles all dim
Arms neatly, cold, ivory case
Blessings, handed, on,
And still knelt, across, springs crisping blossoms, darken and fade.

Lightly place ones linens across her breast,
Fingers cross the face,

Eyes to the darker corners of limestone etchings, as stillness breaths deep,
Hailing, the settling dusts upon the still lips and ghost caught cheeks.

Here stifles all hurrah, one will moves a passerby as in silent hymn

Stricken by

2009-07-11T17:28:00.001-03:00

JUST IN THE MOMENTS BEFORE, AND IT WAS TAKEN

juxtaposed fantasy; nothing to be passioned about or rather nothing is being caught and transposed onto filament, layering upon thoughts, bouncing in between anxieties, which relegate to nothing i can grasp, alternatively that which am trying to agree to. Surely, something is worth a while, and surely, something is to be picked up. To measure any of the rates, or variables seems redundant and excessive, many more my thoughts bore over repetitive dreams. It’s something unlike regular occurrences. Falling back upon, irrelevant points of entry. Staging plots, to veer into snaps, non directions, rather that the goals, are in experiential momentary, bits, fragmented upon aspects which seem to carry an emotion, as contrary to any further down, into other understanding, or information carriers, like conglomerates of nods, the structures, in action with major population movements. Seemingly providing relevance to each aspect that is entrapped by the mode of transportation. In a valley over two hills spatted with jagged greenery either this and then or else the trees which mostly resemble pine, regardless there is a Bavarian wood, to which i have never seen. The image appears, amongst, some desolated passage between villas in some older 19th century, recalling. The steeples might help though honesty i think of rails, and a broken carriage, that takes weeks to travel pass-through the lonely inhospitable passage rather its length if one took foot, would consume all the space, and all the light which could ever be forced out into the world; something about the scope and depth of the vision, blinds reasons, and cares one into a reverse of horizon. Thus, it is where i stand which is invisible, and emptier then any scenic image. And no body, to hold from reference.

a putting about face

2009-07-11T17:25:00.001-03:00

take court, take measure, we're all needed, to plough the ground, round
and bound our heads, to the sight of nickel pills, and profound, conscription

hedge out the makers, and spill all the slecke, were going to heckle all of the
torment, and highlight each pick, as from the point of origin.

Relative Absolution

2009-07-11T17:24:00.000-03:00

wing it and be hung,
that could once upon our

more, let bygone hold my eye
to your form, in place, of a little

sigh that formed deep in the cave
of breast and fell flat upon the counter belt.

Brunch is a shiraz

2009-07-11T17:23:00.004-03:00

in there the hours, have a lacking, which could untidy even the neatest of bound hair,
placed upon the light cyan band, walking head down along isles

flip more coins, to the ground, pick up more lint on the skyline,
break, more of the motions, in commissioned, talk, shout, out the balcony

you can’t afforded to keep on. No, let the words; be carried away, down to
losing the sure, figured outcomes; convenient is another consumable.

there are no citizens
left, to speak worlds to.

A few moments is all

2009-07-11T17:23:00.003-03:00

An i can azeria-yatar
From thro of
And i can azy tar from iur sky
And i can’t i’z it ay from the lips

Wearial

2009-07-11T17:23:00.001-03:00

In the time there’s always, a single sprinkle acting upon
The grounds, which we travel. Covering, our steps.

of Casualties and Lost

2009-07-11T17:22:00.005-03:00

Cages, holy caged, where is thy good souls flight from the towers, we could not build,
From island we could not sail, our insignias are not flapping, in the cold summer breeze
And each day takthing, more, time to curl around, wriggling into the souls spot,
Found to be; already dead, with the redemptionless guilt

Re-sound

2009-07-11T17:22:00.003-03:00

Oh they would know,
Oh it would be something less than, the spectacles on your
Cracked nail, that i should have kissed, but, behind the tempo,
squeaks, stretched out, believe, and be born, take hold, in
an alternate peace, we forfeit. Hoshana, oh Hoshana; we say.

Some sounds,

2009-07-11T17:22:00.001-03:00

Some sounds,
a chariots glace and iron tentacles.
ponder, in tranquil retreat, overtures measure out along the
unimaged garden, locked upon a path, steep incline, away from the courtyard, were no nobles are left, to
inspect, and realize, nor, is the steeple set to tune, the oases, with meta-astral cognition,

The emptied stream’s sediments, are no longer rambled about by contending flows,
Toiling, is left far away from, emancipation of achievements, layered out, by reaping idler hearts.

the wishes, no longer confess, inner pardons, and engagements with lost souls, carried off for
indeterminate departures, mixed, fevers, and aching hopes.

As they are

2009-07-11T17:21:00.003-03:00

Wakening as they are
Chattering incessantly as they are
Near death as they are
Can’t speek as we are
Until please as they are
One wishes away
Beating the hands,
Until eternal flickers pounce
Upon here all after
As times clasp...

Underneath this splattered cloth,

2009-07-11T17:21:00.001-03:00

Take it, et cetera and
Don’t wonder back, et alibi

Holes in the brown coal ember

2009-07-11T17:19:00.000-03:00

cold
among the waste
blood welts bloom

shifts creep entertwining

upon the body surface
and slide under.

and drains, along the interior
visibly shaking down on
the core ruptured.

Your leavening, and i lied somewhere

2009-04-23T08:26:00.004-03:00

This has come to jeopardy, and abuses,
Once in a path across your homeland, i
Saw on, the gray road, plated between, green
dashed, empty stretches, parted by wooden wire strung
Fence, etched into the sides, one of the few dips so that the
Horizon was obscured with a heavy, paled tones,
Only the defused spectral sun’s gray-blues, could palette
Unto all in view.

as in your sight, there was only distances, splattered
in silent damp, and no stirring could ever be
ascribed to anywhere; near.

Warships on the sky...

2009-04-23T08:26:00.003-03:00

Warships on the sky,
Clay breaks,
Fused at
Moments before
Harmony.
catch, as it may, my sight, at the
bell’s; blips, along pale breaths
thrown out at, upon the shore

----------------

2009-04-23T08:26:00.001-03:00

REMEMBER THE MORNING, REMEMBER BLISTERS, CRACKS, AND POLYMANIC

FIGURES. SCRATCH THE SOFT SKY, BLOW SIDE THE GAPING HOLLOWS.
AS ONE SHALL ALWAYS SING FOR MOTION, LET THE FALL OF RIMBAUD

BE FOREVER BELCHED, VIGOROUSLY.

Ask and then once more

2009-04-23T08:24:00.000-03:00

Ask, ask, why we can’t ever look past and tell one another, any other, sights, that we feel would be passing
So we gravitate towards nominal misfires, and long, outstretched dementia, could this be: a sighting?

Slipping, slowly fear it slipping

2009-04-23T08:23:00.000-03:00

In a mask, close-lipped
Sealing in-a-way treatise

.Missing Steps.
now, this is a frustration, undoubtedly unclear, infused into any relationship; of thought. It
seems impossible to tell whether the facts are fabricated or if they stand in isolation
with one another. Nevertheless, their arrangement in respect to any-other is as choreographed
to causing twists and horror. Blasted around the tunnels bend and maybe rushed.

Shots: Forth Wondering Ghost (revised)

2009-04-23T08:22:00.002-03:00

For Virginia Tech

The chorus is out
fell here fathers
for our America

In drums and stillness of European fields
here fell our brothers
for shadow America

Behind locked doors and towers, stall the bells
And our children fall
for ghost America

proceedings in lines
ghettos in colours
forgetting of cares

Schoolroom egos
silent screams
rattling hastily

Well a south mourns
prayers forgotten
not all white is quiet and alright

date: until-after

2009-04-23T08:22:00.001-03:00

I have found an old childhood memory my first recollection of thoughts in irony, along a
beach; alone,
two birds,
driftwood,
an ocean’s hazy,
poetic justices; tried.

forth decisions concluded, amongst the gray hue.

As one at a stop: separation

2009-04-23T08:20:00.001-03:00

This is a time of departure.
it is the moment in which

The leave, has arrived
dismantling

An arm reach, shelter
that blocks salted eau

From spiting,
upon your sleeve

Of Yosef; his lover and a phone

2009-04-23T08:19:00.000-03:00

in a web of citation
so your being cut to bludgeones , as with some ritualed

moreover, though you love hers, and its
intoxication; bleeding to the Weimar
and as we take streets and fight, till corpse mount
and the fragile republic blemishes

cuts, still into soot charred lakes we shall parade
And you still love
And you still
Holding dear, so we shall rise before yours and clench
The sabre!

In somes

2009-03-18T23:52:00.003-03:00

handcuffed, spewing
rhetorical messages
is Inevitably iconographic, never
the less, further from
some warm Encounter

arising intoxications

2009-03-18T23:52:00.001-03:00

now settling in, now forgetting your decision
embrace, along the second steps, your broken lines,
soaked, bathroom inhales, softer sheets bellow than
in, each night before.

Corner glass

2009-03-18T23:51:00.000-03:00

trash looking grips there at
slashed smears tipping around
wire strung hangings, figure turned aside

arises

2009-03-18T23:50:00.002-03:00

Taking care, chatter mirages to the corners of your ear
scarlet’s Indian journey leaves your shawl
so, twist as slippery ices in kırmızı wind wander you
towards a different address

Nor settling on
every hazards
appraised valence

Containing as Before

2009-03-18T23:50:00.001-03:00

tricks playing as, one
might be restless chased,
at a para-autodogmatic uncorking
into spillage, as lightly bitter
soils, where now all growth
sees intoxicated

there is no bicentennial masquerade

2009-03-09T01:19:00.001-03:00

ripping paper, from the left hand, no there is no blood, but some might see a little bit of pealing,
water, from the forehead, this is in no way, meant to intimidate or detoured, only as an extension, to those, quick seconds, that could repeat, for a timely, manner in waiting rooms, always sitting on the contour table, that, you seek.
there is a temperament, which can be only found in side of the blemished gardens of those young follies.
sitting arose for the pretention of things only gods, could be pondering as never looking forwards to the yonder blossoms, those too far away to create in enigmatic,
blots only, beliefery , to
maintain repression, maintain its regressive nature, don’t what to allow, don’t what to converge so will, let the ropes slide, let it all contain a
monogram

Open

2009-03-09T01:15:00.005-03:00

Withers fleet

2009-03-09T01:15:00.004-03:00

choked, is in.
hid, ripples
across somnia

Meetings How Far

2009-03-09T01:15:00.003-03:00

now, letin at, is
being sung courageous
minuscule, stigma

vascular pushes...

2009-01-30T05:45:00.001-04:00

vascular pushes
fuller and more, and most
haemorrhage-
ing and i

hate, and hate, and
hate, So and, it’s
not bountiful

An Open Letter to a Lover

2009-01-30T02:04:00.000-04:00

ah, you know, why, i can't condemn, but still, were where that's
interyerness... fine enough words,
i wondered about my street (Agricola) when you said you might be there, bought some
beer, though i had a lot, i don't know why, but, then i did so, is.
drunk, phased in and out, on my bed, then, know woke, food,
and drink-ins to the more substance
i have,

foolishness, as this may, i think you did, some wrong,
or at least have some sympathy, to what it might cause,

no longer a thought of stopping by, no time, to seek,
any realization, only, to escape, some feeling that
is created, i guess, i still have that, i still care,
and it will for a long time, so, i ask, not to

present unless you truly wish to,
because it cause such a disturbance,
alas, i will always find to be a fool.

A New Year

2009-01-30T01:13:00.004-04:00

well i was holding to a large measuring cup
Full of assorted stolen liquors.
The hosts had gotten busy with this, own ends,
and i had none. I found my friend, who had started
a second Scotch whisky bottle. “We’ll still drink and will”
Smashing out containers.

Seemly though one and she would not quit, or know well enough,
Speaking flings ‘you sure disappointed about my friend’ mid-length black hair and trendy cuts of cloth she wore, -was she the one i made speak Russian?
being rightly so i took to the road of self-deprecation, ya, you still
are, so, i’m an asshole? Why don’t you just hit me Huh?
She did with two mild punches to my chest, giggling
slightly, coyly ‘your turn’
and thus slapped her with conviction, across her short face.
She now cries out ‘you don’t slap girls’
oh? Ya well i just did. And now,
she walks off, and i can get along.

Blasted across

2009-01-30T01:13:00.003-04:00

Blasted across, my screens, it creates a techno-coloured diffusion drop.
But, honestly it is strong beer, i had gotten a message, from a past and it broke all
The momentum, i had already before midnight, fezen to hateful sounding, and unfolded
Blankets, catching, the disturbances, now, non-affixation, i could hardly feel like copping cents

Young and likely

2009-01-30T01:13:00.001-04:00

Your crudity
is present, in
all the wrongs,
that

One could softly
cover, as you inter-
ject.

Paining, Pains, Pain

2009-01-30T01:12:00.004-04:00

platinum release,
All in over a few
Days, and we called

Him out for, his
Dynamic, approach,
Which could, not
Always be
Appreciated

...

2009-01-30T01:12:00.001-04:00

a brazen hue verging upon
particles, settling for a little
time in the milieu, thatist inawell amongst
those joints spiralled along
native dust pillows

Ajhn

2009-01-30T01:10:00.000-04:00

Ajhn

]

Eatable gaffes, contaminated, gas, risen upon lanterns that will light, signatures to be placed upon
Those warrants, totalling inculcation of purity.
Sorting

4 sets

2009-01-18T23:32:00.001-04:00

no, no, no
miz well strip the
letters down to
there depository

_______

there is guilt, and there is guilt, and
guilt. Prodding in from the
side-paths.

________

let the ring
let the hand, parch
and take hold.

______

how, we are
bent on death
bent on feedback
recoursing up
the stairwell

________

un-pre-none

And Hazus is not Watering

2009-01-18T23:31:00.003-04:00

As if I
Was, there
Between long
Algorithms, (parks)
Compositing.
Compositioned.
Frantic, - is some thing
We shared
Alternatively

The specter recounts

2009-01-18T23:31:00.001-04:00

There the captured
Hath, a
Loss of communication
Had reserved a
There, – (and was now a letter)
Which needs addressing

La-ne la vi-da lock

The specters are about there
Hunt.

Pre-casas-eska

2009-01-18T23:30:00.002-04:00

Necessary letteral
so there the status changed
we (acquired) anothers, its sorting
of plaque

Such casual sorrow, tags like lot
As now covered in flush upon pail
Lateral jests

So, the is be where they
All prodding upon tasks
(sips) essential reverberation
wards, signal, presentation

talk! Being timrical
as that she might partake in
biome of alter worth
Myth streeted hair, as
They all where

And thus
Talaaz
Shadow king meet's veil

Yarn about the Hills

2009-01-18T23:30:00.001-04:00

You mean you don’t change door
stops every few days? Lasting
weeks is best!
Brustling upon, to stoops of metallic
rails, extending out on an exposed
subterranean station, here
the elements still reach. Crossing
does a man in
fedora and gray off brown
jacket, harder of face, aged
in counting 50 ’s -is supposed.
As i call, to your form, aloft
is it, to give preamble
to each action, surely
psychosis would prevail
even there, if not, a lot
another consideration.

Artifice Caked Plaster: an Ode to Those i Will Need To See

2009-01-18T23:29:00.005-04:00

Those days of idealistic vigour
Back in the days before the conversion,
Well still red wine splatters did not dissuade, to
inevitability.

Before the precessions on lost –minds, blips, of ecstatic rescore
blossoms of idiosyncratic rational between ash rain
blacking on the plateau abyss amongst the hidden hills, where Meadows
of tar, swirl
brandish the swords, brittle into dissolved memory.

Pressing along the walls, coffee fucked, riddled shekels, breezing tension.
another! Call on, another! Wavering favour to the highest limos.

Not Yet

2009-01-18T23:29:00.003-04:00

to have a dream, is to hold,
and to dream once of hearts
so cloth like; velvet is to
write upon those as soil
blossoms up with stark
lift, by resistant seed. only
harped upon those snuggled by
winter's embrace.

it was as here to depart
to lot the footing compressed at
the intersection's opposing sides where
we were not looking one
could suppose, at yet
thyn halusentic sculpture

has not your features but those
of whispers covering all the form

Our Looks

2009-01-18T23:29:00.001-04:00

We thought the sick would move, sprout our desires, and heal our morbid fixations, we built networks to contain, but still the spread did not quell our fantasies. Once we looked upon the sores, there could be no taste, which could cure our longings. Believed to be the interventions, the candied copies of our formulas, written into screenplays, which we rehearsed and re-taped over repetitively into being able to capture the exact moment of screeching, when the life yarns snapped, covered in welts, bruised into mundane matter.

Deep in light

2009-01-18T23:28:00.006-04:00

Found
The crossing be a part of the jumps bought in reverse,
I saw the eyes, bound to the ground, hidden undering the straitened jet hair.
Picturing softer words minimus and wondering only spoken well
To comply with the industry across the ferries way and crossing shipyards
There one spoke of an interest in suppressed conditioning closed timidity, but
The knight fallout, after.