his eyes on fire, with hands awakened by the thunderbolt. i was sitting quietly at the desk when the time arose to hear the secrets i was forgetting. i was not amused or delighted. i was taken far from myself. i had only eyes and ears and the occasional loss of sensation, but i was [...]
the asphalt sneakers blending slowly towards the finish line, legs extended always outwards, never caring or complaining. the whiskers of yesterday holding fast to the memories of myself. i am fierce i say. i am fierce and strong. i am not allowing the world to breathe anymore. i create and subdue the armies of opposition. [...]
each light more curious and wellspoken. i sit alone with the lights overhead, the glaring eyes of passers, the lightless rooms of my past still overwhelming the shoulders and knees of the present. i sit in the chair and breathe silently. the ways and means of my profound obligation to the clouds still holding my [...]
hey. yeah you. what are doing? reading? cool. i am writing to the future then, because as i write these words, you are asleep. when you read them i will be in the library studying for my final exam. yeah. pretty weird how time can move around like that. i mean, all those years that [...]
as i carry onward, disabling my heart and wounding my feet, i stick lightly to the words of my ancestors, their voices carrying me forward into the land of milk and honey. i am stranded here, left among the tragic circumstance of the self-styled characters of modern times. the eyes are glaring and glossing and [...]
the altruist, alone in himself, putting out the words he knows by heart. his hands are trembling. his ears and seamlessly weaved together behind the wall and i sit quietly, not quite knowing how to answer or speak without breaking a promise. i sit still and wonder to the kids in the next room about [...]
his eyes gleaming as he wrote again to his friends about the progress inherent to his dilemma. he was struck by his own lack of emotion, her tears stubbing his feet and his toes held closely to the carpet, he was benign and cavalier, but he could never detect any falsehoods. as he thought more [...]
behind the wall he sits, his arms up by his head and his hands down by his hips. i kiss his gentle brow as i wipe myself along and whisper to the addicts around me about pain and the causes of sensible pleasures.
as i accurately report my undertakings, sipping quietly on the bedside table of my handstand. i keep the journal clearly so you can see it i say. i gamble too much she says. i wander off to the mall with hooligans she says. i am a hooligan! of course i seek the company of other [...]
the wind blowing and the heart shifting away from the sea, i sink deeply into my hands and let the praise of my elders bring my chest to the chin. i have the deep gratitude common among the idolizing children of great men, and i encourage the bastards and keepers of integrity to continue marching [...]