beautiful razor

panos yiapanis
fall 2007 men's collection j. g.
rubber devils,
blondes,
black hair,
pain & fear,
synthetic,
see-through,
dirrrty diva,
my friends,
stupid activities,
superior human beings,
recepies,
Japanese kidz,
musick.
Swedish,
empty hoodies with no heads inside,
throw your walls aside,
rhymes, pop, popsicle,
you, the Lord written backwards,
my best friend from across the sea,
punk,
beautiful razor on your flesh,
everything shiny,
no or zero identity.
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ayye, wobot

In the President’s Club, at a backroom table, a small group of wobots flash each other furtive glances and wring their hands, the secret mission still glistening inside their wires.
“We’re agreed then,” says one of the wobots.
“No way around it, far as I can see,” says another.
“Well then,” says a third, laying his aluminum hand on the table top, to be covered by other aluminum hands.
“Swarm,” they say, quietly.

sick

because I learned to take my medicine; because I was a big boy for taking it; because I can take it like a man; because, as somebody once said, HE'S GOT MORE BALLS THAN I DO; because it is an act of courage; because it does take guts; because I'm proud of it; because I can't climb mountains; because I'm terrible at sports; because NO PAIN, NO GAIN; because SPARE THE ROD AND SPOIL THE CHILD; because YOU ALWAYS HURT THE ONE YOU LOVE