In my yard: All Monsters Attack Directive

Dreams are groups. Dreaming of a film that was never made and waking to write about it. From the first, to start writing is less than nothing. Not to start on a thesis or a description, “to write.” Continuum of thought-form hallucination, half in and out of dream, this moment is collection time on a […]

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Scooby Doo Butter Mask

Tacitus in “Germania”: “To ravage, to slaughter, to usurp under false titles, they call empire, and where they make a desert, they call it peace” (solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant). Byron personalizes it to the mask of power: “Mark where his carnage and his conquests cease! He makes a solitude, and calls it peace.” What appears […]

leaking out of my head

With crazed Ninja’s Demon Blade, Spanking Paddle, Leather Paddle, to moon and the stars and back, substrate-level phosphorylation, “cutter” in the garment industry; his job was to use, to want to return again into the Tower, streaming light out of the crown chakra, a Shell-Shocked Veteran, a “Fetish” Paddle for Flirting, in “the matrix, the […]