Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
United... we fall.
Airline zombies… chewing on their plastic folded faces
… engine mechanics… duck tape chair, and go… can we
see, our economic seduced sadness… creeping fragility through our machines.
The wrenches are turning… burning.
And that fucking oil pan… frying, on an empty hot tarmac.
The plane creeks as its races higher… the metal squeezing in capitalistic tension.
Unionized… hollow relief.
And that marvelous forest… useless congregation of semi-pros…
Sulking slugs… rummaging forgettable projects… V madness…
Drama… dikes… everywhere dikes… redneck Colorado.
Static… damn straight static… a mag induced personality laid to waste…
The drive through is closed at Taco Bell…
You can control the smell…
Close the lid.
Please… the smell of shit is overwhelming.
… engine mechanics… duck tape chair, and go… can we
see, our economic seduced sadness… creeping fragility through our machines.
The wrenches are turning… burning.
And that fucking oil pan… frying, on an empty hot tarmac.
The plane creeks as its races higher… the metal squeezing in capitalistic tension.
Unionized… hollow relief.
And that marvelous forest… useless congregation of semi-pros…
Sulking slugs… rummaging forgettable projects… V madness…
Drama… dikes… everywhere dikes… redneck Colorado.
Static… damn straight static… a mag induced personality laid to waste…
The drive through is closed at Taco Bell…
You can control the smell…
Close the lid.
Please… the smell of shit is overwhelming.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
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