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Nine Feet

I’m a moral in a secret box, An earthworm, chewing through a sour meal, A home, still within the daisy farm. Oh, black ants, parasites, nematodes. This trunk’s cold with its precious relics. Jackpot’s dying for foxy diggers. I’m an end, a joke, a passing fad. I’ve left my mark to make a payment, Jumped in the lake with my mom and dad. • Read more »

Business is No Object

Microsoft Windows XP [Version 5.1.2600] (C) Copyright 1985-2000 Microsoft Corp. H:\>ping localhost Pinging mozilla.biz [127.0.0.1] with 32 bytes of data: Reply from 127.0.0.1: bytes=32 time<10ms TTL=128 Reply from 127.0.0.1: bytes=32 time<10ms TTL=128 Reply from 127.0.0.1: bytes=32 time<10ms TTL=128 Reply from 127.0.0.1: bytes=32 time<10ms TTL=128 Ping statistics for 127.0.0.1:      Packets: Sent = 4, Received = 4, Lost = 0 (0% loss) Approximate round trip times in milli-seconds:      Minimum = 0ms, Maximum = 0ms, Average = 0ms • Read more »

March 2006

i fight a hellish battle everyday. always something or someone demanding attention, time, effort. i am most often glad to help, but looking ahead i see only miles and miles of work, stress, and struggle. every moment is a profound gift that passes before it is realized. i am learning how to put the needs of others ahead of my own. the constant talking may very well drive me insane. • Read more »

January 2006

settle into that wretched skin of yours, but don’t try too hard or get too used it because you are here today and gone tomorrow, although it is only in retrospect that time passes quickly. in the meantime, during the slow wait, time crawls as it flies. so another year begins — much has changed, and much will change. i am wide awake, watching, and waiting. sunrise. • Read more »

September 2005

bob stepped with caution through the quiet kitchen. the room hummed as he reached into the fridge. "everything is loud — nothing is quiet these days" he thought as the door clapped shut. the floor squeaked as he stepped toward the garden window. he stared at pat, who sat still among the hedgerow. pat understood the traffic, which raced past this hour… • Read more »

August 2005

trying and enjoying. advanced subtleness. trying to change and to change not, a constant battle wrought beneath the ruins. self versus sacrifice, or somehwere in-between. i look toward autumn and hope for the best.. i pray winter finds us safe and in good health. help me get back to where i once belonged. • Read more »

March 2005

contourism enfolds refractionistic spatialism entrapment refinations envelope externalism locationality addresses informality formally evening chills under thick fog tonight winter delivers us lingering echoes and dust noodles snapping bacon faces race to the finish. slap your face off. slap that nasty face off. mister evil versus mystery veal serves meat, takes names. extend biscuit over ocean reveal missing business secret recipe for success basket cases raping places place your bets off. i would like to place my bet [...] • Read more »

January 2005

clear blue skies and bright white icy snow melting on the ground. i remember the good old days, with good music and a simple lifestyle. i remember the quiet times and times with friends, family, and alone. these memories are yours, because i have given them to you, my friend. enjoy the moment, change, and thought. watch the passing of time. • Read more »

Two Faces

I have accepted my face. And, I, for now, have two faces. I can smile and laugh and talk with you, or I can simply turn, look you dead cold in the eyeball, and appear completely objective, stern, and in control. When I look at you with both faces, you become restless, confused, and overwhelmed. Do not fear little one, I come in peace, yet I come in pieces. • Read more »