BIG FUCKIN'MAGGOTS
HALLOWEEN PARTY AT APG BLOCK SCHOOL CHATEAU
.....BRING DEAD WORDS.
10.30.2008
10.27.2008
Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 42
Ghostmass weighs on Me.
unseeing w/o Wonderment.
un-agreeing w/o Sentence
ontolo-armed Being, on
Alert. now early a Sun gets
unslept up, comes wet upon
Clutterthrongs of (I am the
Recipient & thus a Date
I've newly met with slender
Means) Repercussions.
like Me asked for, nine;
like its I, bearing this Culpbody
down. rescinded all but Doubt.
Train Wrecks in earnest.
10.19.2008
Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 41
The ghost of an ex-mass without presents,
aromatically griddler. a bouncy unseeing;
Wee flop sum running without wonderments.
The Rat Pack witch slaving, un-agreeing.
Yankee Happy Meal neonized dribble: sun, fleeing
like a Roman with real estate, but ! without peasants!
Plenary muscle spasm without sentence
armed only with comical gun being
Now early in the west you see a sun set
getting up in the morning with a vowel unsleep cutter:
as much a where as you cd get,
always our vocabulary coming up wet;
no file selected is a kind of clutter--
heil, follower: well un-met!
10.16.2008
i love that feeling btween gniypoc<---------------> pasting.
a stunt grofe a tonenail shaped like a powerful
typographer's car. a nation of happenstance.
i just dont know how big the room is that is full of it. HE SAID WITH a voice.
the shaking and rigged it shrivels in ,,the color that is the new black.
define arms.
hunchy hair. by the harvest moon light.
define arms.
hunchy hair. by the harvest moon light.
10.13.2008
Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 40
With this here chromatic range-fiddler
Glinda, the witch of the glazing too-toos
Match slid the blown-out neonized cave.
She a-burped into slept-in sting-hive
Forwarding rave heaven dances like
None other than "will not ever Heaven be";
There ain't nutting funny about Jesus. Yucks:
I’ll give you brownies famous french fashion design
Only much much smaller. Thine vowels ate sleep cuter.
I certificate with a calculus text open over his face
That I hadn't seen that mess in a minute!
10.06.2008
Yearlong sonnet-- Iteration 39
glazing too with a match slide
blown out neonized cave
w chromatic range-finder glide
into slept-in sting-hive rave
idem one back
or creep nasty
tuning empty lake rack
your vowels ate sleep
consonants too clear
end here
and go on to first from lasty
it's just about the same steep
unfootnoted
way to shout: run, shut; .. gloated
10.03.2008
It Came from Wednesday Night (3 Oct 2001)
no one claims the beer
not having the list. we spoke to our wrists and the satellites rained down small trivial trashy poems and paintings and it was a big olde tasty world. spell me. don't miss the premiere. relieve me, that's right, i referred to myself, of this task of naming every two words that occur to me.
the lattice structure of the lid. it's a grid. plot your points. you have possession.
to possess is the Dis Appearance... as the strange green eraser in the middle of my lang... the minstralsy of the day before yesterday, declaims that to be spelt is Very Sensitive,.... also everything we do is underlined by "someone" in red squiggly lines....
"teeny weeny" call out and rush. there are trains taking off dourly. how will you slay that? endpoint on a line that's three lines long and there are still lines to go you give up you turn to the downside west of here and mumble into the sunshine happy day simple sign out of service song in my heart sprang the phone at you and van gogh'd yr hearing aid. hair and spades. go hoe that garden later santa it aint yr time.
is it. negation. very serious, the construction of serious-faced auto-mends. locomotion is no kind of correct motion-as-personal-grounded-position.
it's
not having the list __that's the whole prob
lem...like satellites raining down
the West Side of Here is that one
bar where we cd. perfrom where we're coming form
as if
the dour trains
were a confection of antiauthoring
ranting against the
authority of the tastee (the text) _world _(or frieze)
the taking out _of....
the spade hoe that sez
here is : ___the plastic age
of athens...
____buy me pancakes in the morning malla
____buy me pancakes in the even malla
____stand the sandwise of the launch oh malla
____may
this. is when resemblances. scratch of notes that take me WHY DINT I WHY i'm so sad they tell me that i look sort of mad i spend my time increasingly flat bringing dinner to the wasteland which eats like a construction crew these days that txt.TV is open to insinuations but not results.
_no results! the lattice structure
sez:
no results .... and we _think
that's __pretty cool_ (—maybe
[written by ZD, MP & JL 7 years ago today]
not having the list. we spoke to our wrists and the satellites rained down small trivial trashy poems and paintings and it was a big olde tasty world. spell me. don't miss the premiere. relieve me, that's right, i referred to myself, of this task of naming every two words that occur to me.
the lattice structure of the lid. it's a grid. plot your points. you have possession.
to possess is the Dis Appearance... as the strange green eraser in the middle of my lang... the minstralsy of the day before yesterday, declaims that to be spelt is Very Sensitive,.... also everything we do is underlined by "someone" in red squiggly lines....
"teeny weeny" call out and rush. there are trains taking off dourly. how will you slay that? endpoint on a line that's three lines long and there are still lines to go you give up you turn to the downside west of here and mumble into the sunshine happy day simple sign out of service song in my heart sprang the phone at you and van gogh'd yr hearing aid. hair and spades. go hoe that garden later santa it aint yr time.
is it. negation. very serious, the construction of serious-faced auto-mends. locomotion is no kind of correct motion-as-personal-grounded-position.
it's
not having the list __that's the whole prob
lem...like satellites raining down
the West Side of Here is that one
bar where we cd. perfrom where we're coming form
as if
the dour trains
were a confection of antiauthoring
ranting against the
authority of the tastee (the text) _world _(or frieze)
the taking out _of....
the spade hoe that sez
here is : ___the plastic age
of athens...
____buy me pancakes in the morning malla
____buy me pancakes in the even malla
____stand the sandwise of the launch oh malla
____may
this. is when resemblances. scratch of notes that take me WHY DINT I WHY i'm so sad they tell me that i look sort of mad i spend my time increasingly flat bringing dinner to the wasteland which eats like a construction crew these days that txt.TV is open to insinuations but not results.
_no results! the lattice structure
sez:
no results .... and we _think
that's __pretty cool_ (—maybe
[written by ZD, MP & JL 7 years ago today]
10.02.2008
Birthday Acrostic
Waltz Across Connecticut
what if in all the wild fail of conjunctions
as if it were beginning to exist, the machine started up
like it was forcing its way into our speech
like a form of things dove underneath bright air
and the snow that's gone went from blue to sharp null
cutting yr impervious narrative to a brainstorm or
even a rhetorical question on torn scraps or
sequences in green gibberish in vital ruins--
take apart a house bit by bit it's old trees
even a rhetorical answer on shredded stationery
veers you back behind the sentence (plotting words);
even summer stammers when eyes shut up;
not a rhetoric of nakedness just cold in the humidity
so the shine in a bagged world is now staggered
^^^^^^^^^^
Wallace Stevens was born October 2, 1879
what if in all the wild fail of conjunctions
as if it were beginning to exist, the machine started up
like it was forcing its way into our speech
like a form of things dove underneath bright air
and the snow that's gone went from blue to sharp null
cutting yr impervious narrative to a brainstorm or
even a rhetorical question on torn scraps or
sequences in green gibberish in vital ruins--
take apart a house bit by bit it's old trees
even a rhetorical answer on shredded stationery
veers you back behind the sentence (plotting words);
even summer stammers when eyes shut up;
not a rhetoric of nakedness just cold in the humidity
so the shine in a bagged world is now staggered
^^^^^^^^^^
Wallace Stevens was born October 2, 1879
10.01.2008
Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 38
*glazing too glazing glide
less coramix
[chloromatic]
hive with sort sore
idem x-siten
creep nasty
tuning form pout contourition
your vowels ate sleep
in dent on tongue
[start here]
with substance-zero echo
about the same thwack
flickumble
there, but for*
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