buried cake

Funneled whispers of fennel through the open sore
Called upon the scent again of that Little Tokyo store
Strolling aimlessly with mighty aim
Upon close inspection, methinks it needs salt.

Dirt park gifts, hills with stop sign secrets, wrist o tenders, creams, unguents and ointments, bathtubs, fogs, heads held so high, sharpened words, fighting sticks, dirt people dirt people, shellfish cactus, normandie normalcies, waitings, wonderthings, wonderings, wanderings...

Put on the ol' delusion disc and let it spin...

...at red lights, into the mirror of bits, past that one place and that other restaurant, that alley, that Ivar sidewalk- back to me...covet runneth over.

Saw it all come up in the reflection of the forlorn for lease carpet storefront, the one on Franklin just east of some other street.

Funny how it never goes the way the imagination makes it go
know'd tat, druid tat
too much time wasted on the ponder.
I'm a pander ponderer.
tre small thoughts that are best left to the past ether.

criss crossings, what if's, how 'bouts and contractions, up and dislikes; music, art, what is right, wrong, giggled and fat, none of it fits.

Shaking it, pick axing it through the bled blood. Scab upon scab bored scab...ooze still punches into the soup.

Fridee - Redwood Bar

This Started Out Originally As A Jacket

Anthony Lister in Berlin from rodgezooi on Vimeo.

"Tonight my heart is filled with Shreds..."

Hector was falling asleep. Jaquelin watched but fumbled with her bag of M&M's. It made a sound as she crunkled the paper bag. It echoed in the small theater in the silent places. Other kids between 19 & 20 began to open their candy even though signs and announcements made it clear not to bring any candy into the theater after intermission.

The man onstage wailed.

Some nights he heard the candy bags, but most nights he did not. He knew from years of performing the rope trick for thousands of chimpanzees and armed accountants, boot lickers, kitten shavers and ass wipers that unless a dead possum carcass were to fall from the ceiling and stop the whole thing, then it was useless to make notice of it. "You can't enjoy what you can't see...or hear." Old Kramer used to say.

"Folded pop ups, and stuff of the heart, farewell stuff; feathers, obscure bones of small creatures, portraits in lockets of the less Popes, poop, sailboats, sentimental threnodies from the gaslight era, odd riffs of jazz, corny keepsakes, tufts of hair, confederate dollars sewn into the ruffles of antique gowns, ferrotypes of audacious perukes, satins, lizard skins, coral buttons, ivory needles, silver thimbles and billets-doux from the Pretty Times Done Did."

He had lost them, once more. The catapulted youth of Mexico, the angels of Western America, the raccoons below decks, the girl running sound in the booth on her period, the geodesic dome outside in the dark.

I want your sole

You need to start a ploughdcast right now!

NEPHICIDE by JOGGER from Matthew Robinson on Vimeo.

TOUCHDOWN!! BERNIE KOKER WINS IT ALL!

TOUCHDOWN! Success is measured in kilograms!

There Were Forty Jewels Beneath Her Skirt

Oper Opis

Tied to the Astrological Calendar

Them Jeans "Balloons" directed by Walter Robot from Walter Robot on Vimeo.

FIRE POWER

WU LYF - DIRT from LUCIFER YOUTH FOUNDATION on Vimeo.

DARK CARNIVAL OF SOULS: The Juggalo Gathering 2009

We're all from California

SG

SASHA GREY from V Magazine on Vimeo.

"Tell him...and tell him, we'll be back."

"The Gorgons came by carrying weapons again...said you were a dead man."

The Moon Is Dying

"It was a full moon."

I thought about that for a half second, decided it was bullshit. I quickly dismissed that rationale... the same way I quickly extinguish most things that come out of peoples mouths. It was a great default thing I learned from my pops. He showed me how to really do that one. Foolproof really. Except you never really get to experience anything....nothing affects you cause of that wall. It's a handy filter that slowly keeps every single piece of the universe coming at you from...well, coming at you.
It really blots out your soul.

But...

Did he know that for sure? About the moon?

He passed off his moon comment with nonchalance, as if to explain, yeah...that's what the black kids do in the new year. That's a... California Full Moon thing...

"What else is goin on?" And he was pulling out another Winston.

***** *****

The black youth held his shorts up, his Nike Hi Tops were unlaced, he was tall, wearing a t-shirt, in a hurry, not wasting time, picking his moments, challenging the cars to hit him, but maybe not...he was in the groove...he was doing it.

All of it was happening fast. I was driving north on the 405, 8:13pm, just around Inglewood, maybe south of there, somewhere just north of Long Beach. It was crowded and moving, I was going 72mph. Break lights up ahead and then no break lights. Then I see the kid. He's facing traffic and skipping between the other 70mph autos.
Does he want to get hit?
Maybe.
There's no car stopped anywhere.

It must be an initiation...touch the cement divider and then get back to the neighborhood.

"Must be a full moon," someone says when I tell them.

"Yeah."

der privé eigendom naar stichtingseigendom de persoon

She had fat ankles.


Her legs...perfect, but her ankles were fat. There, said it twice. Fat. Not enlarged. And certainly not malformed. "Tensile strength," as Mac might say.

The calves had perfect shape, the thighs were powerful; intelligent, outgoing, fun at parties, forgiving as they would shred sand at the lake. Her ass was nearly proportional. With no clothes on, everything was perfect...the whole structure...the tibia, well... every piece of bone and flesh and contour seating was in the right place, but as the leg descended into the ankle, there was no definitive break, it was calf straight into ankle.
Not a deformity but a hereditary indicator.

How old could she be?



Let us speak of spoked things; pinwheels and Patricks, cholera and cupcakes, rents to pay and Jakes to slap, kings to crown and Jacks to prick.

Frozen ice on antennae receives signal from dead bear............................nothing.

"For some, it's a second chance, but for others it's a first step."
New, this fall on KBC!

Do your contact lenses feel as comfortable at the beginning of the day as they do at the beginning of the day?

The problem with contact lenses....well, there are many...De enige beperking is dat het de Stichting niet toegestaan is een bedrijf uit te oefenen. Het optreden als beheer-, holding-, investering-, of beleggingmaatschappij wordt niet beschouwd als het uitoefenen van een bedrijf. Er bestaat geen minimum kapitaalstorting en het beginkapitaal van de Stichting behoeft niet in de akte van oprichting te worden opgenomen. De Stichting mag haar kapitaal zonder beperkingen laten “werken” en alle soorten investeringen zijn mogelijk. Zo kan ze als commanditaire vennote deelnemen aan een bedrijf. Deze kenmerken maken de Stichting Particulier Fonds tot een ideaal instrument voor het beheer van vermogen in de meest brede zin des woords. Het is een bijzonder goed alternatief voor de Angelsaksische Trust die geen rechtspersoonlijkheid heeft. Wel moet men er rekening mee houden dat de schenker in een aantal gevallen schenkingsrecht verschuldigd zou kunnen zijn in zijn/haar land van inwoning.