acidHUMANIX

A bad joke without lines Punch the air, hands collapse in desperate coma My eyes pinpoint out the illusion, a bad dream these ties A stale and ugly kiss Handsome ridges melt away the layers of waste, think prodding savior eating away at raw nerve flesh ... Self-medicating ghost of times past forgotten There is no dark pride in loneliness Escape those thick heads, denounce those addictions and memory fade What?s your pleasure, pistol or syringe? ...Watch those memories Or drop dead

Saturday, March 24, 2007

SPAMPOST pt rxndr

Fascinating Petronas TOWERS

Într-un turn de sticlă cu geamuri negre şi plate ca la acvarii
steel cathedrals part 1 si part 2
monocrom şi nemişcat ca fotografiile despre clădiri
lipsesc emoţiile pentru că lipsesc stimulii

Friday, March 23, 2007

PS2/ cuceresc populaţii migratoare

buze umflate de la sare
tăiate de tablă

mă fac animatoare
discuţii serioase
să pun în cumpănă
distrug familia