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I keep wanting to yell

say it Moscow

and I don’t know why.

So now I must question my own expression

do I look like I’m a member
of a species that is endangered
or becoming extinct?

But back to the issue of hand,
let’s gather here today
the belongings of an ante-corpse club

which suggest

the imminent disavowal
of an immanent eminence
clouds minds with a
dust bowl of supernova spite
luminously lighting lies
in its explosion of emitted energy

someone has to doubt

why is it that our major predator
is the same as our
most ‘desired’ prey?

but what does this matter
art is becoming so restrained
contemporary cultural theory
is the only path to success
in this globalising Eurocentric action,
a commercialised corporation
of excessive neo-negotiation
towards a movement in anti-legislation
under a sub-modern post-investigation

yes, we lack substance, depth and originality,
conforming to demands of a starved civilisation,
blinded by the commands of a vocational infatuation

dank dawn
dark door
damp dusk
damn drip
dart dirt


dank wand
dark odor

you got to run with the crew
and join the military circus





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On Friday January 27th, 2006, Alanarchy (1600) writes:
Your imagery, intelligence and understanding as well as your vocabulary all blow me away. But what I truly love about your works is the way you play with words. again, I enjoyed thoroughly.


On Tuesday January 3rd, 2006, stuart_pid (217) writes:
i love the way the words sound. all throughout this piece rolls from the tounge. excellent composition.


On Saturday December 31st, 2005, braindead_poet (581) writes:
hopelessness grows as the shadows spread. weakness consumes the unsure of heart and destroys them. from the darkness rides a pale horse.


On Saturday December 31st, 2005, suicideseason (2144) writes:
The world...stripped down...it looks like an over-worked crack whore...walking her beat on Michigan Ave...living for the moment...losing blood like it was water...humanity has become a husk of itself...


On Saturday December 31st, 2005, suicideseason (2144) writes:
...We...the unfortunate survivors...the children of the grave...we inherited cobwebs...tomorrow...a tomorrow not worth waking up to...yet we deny reality and press on...


On Saturday December 31st, 2005, suicideseason (2144) writes:
...Truly beautiful.


On Saturday December 31st, 2005, suicideseason (2144) writes:
...Even if I make no sense.


On Saturday December 31st, 2005, Deeter (30) writes:
A very good read. Thank you


On Friday December 30th, 2005, An Expired Member (6) writes:
mirthlessly riotous. now... let us take to the streets with some good old fashioned mob violence and we can solve this straight away. i adore this.


On Friday December 30th, 2005, indefined (713) writes:
Moscow! it say! or something... interesting... to say the least.



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