garbage juice
om
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Rob Nagy
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Tom Nagy
For a Moment
I desired but an apple,
Perfection,
Beauty at it’s finest.
I craved for it
’s sweet, crunchy juice,
like a trap craves mice.
The nutrients,
of course,
Make my Brain Hungry.
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yum yum.
Posted on December 23, 2009 by om
welcome to my day.
Posted on December 23, 2009 by om
~SsoOmMeEWwhHeErReE amongst all this~
There is something very IMPORTANT!…
Somewhere, in here…
Where did it get to.?.
Here?.
No — oh, thought that was it..
Where is it..?
what-
tHERE?
Is that it?
¿What?
Where?!
Here?
Here.
There?..
Here?!
Hear!?
What??
Where is it!?!?!?
wHERE?
What’S IMPORTANT???
That?
What?!
Important?
HERE?
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Still lost in that moment..
Posted on December 15, 2009 by om
Upon the roof-top
Under the moon-light
This blustery night
Hearing the snow-fall
On the streets below
Suburbia is quiet
This morsel of time
I have decided
Has meaning
Briefly aware of a global conciousness
I sense a human state of unaroused
Candles flicker in the soft breeze
As a lonely sadness sweeps the globe
I tire at the thought of thinking
There’s no use for guilt now
I feel happy.
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Forever lost in a moment..
Posted on December 15, 2009 by om
click on the art.
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ever impressive people stuff
Posted on December 12, 2009 by oliverperp
watch this
a watch on my wrist
clockwork and time
time
as primitive as fire
as modern as a smoke detector, bleep bleep
right now
right then
write a letter to a friend
write a letter of the alphabet
write several in a line
words are sorcerous trickery
more primitive than ink,
but as modern as a printer
I wonder what the first music sounded like.
eventually somebody composed something
catchy enough for a large audience to enjoy.
Their music influenced some other, newer
musicians, then that happened a bunch more
times. That still happens. Eventually the great
composers, Mozart, Bach and those other guys,
then eventually The Beatles.
I can’t believe I’ve only been listening to The
Beatles for, like 2 years. They are really good.
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Teamwork Makes the Dream Work!
Posted on December 9, 2009 by Rob Nagy
Yes, I like negative images. This is actually (somewhat of) a new piece of art.
More new art coming Christmas 2009…
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every precious human being.
Posted on November 28, 2009 by om
Her soft satin belly, like a tiny ocean, sways
With each breath comes a mighty tiny rumble
Inside her rugged, comfortable, mobile cage,
She sleeps
Like just a solid chunk of temporary flesh
This improbable, natural machine, after all,
Seems to “feel”
Maybe “I” should “care”
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Posted on November 24, 2009 by darren
A million trees repeat themselves.
The dark, the heat and stagnant air
nod a hundred heads in seats to sleep.
Stops at all the Circle K’s. This one stays
still and sound, head down. Blinding glints
of grey-white sky flash from bog-patches
like shattered glass in an underpass.
He’s undisturbed for hours. Trucks pass,
gears clash. A radio drifts on and slowly
off again. That’s when they see the stain.
He wakes, dazed. A steward sighs. His face
rash-red, he ambles to the back. With him
a sour cloud of piss-rank khaki. Aisles gag
and wake as damp night sags over the maples.
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TRILLIUM FOUNDATION
Posted on November 23, 2009 by seangadoury
Hello friends, I’d like to share with you some music from a new project I’ve been working on with a couple of good friends, Sarah Good & Scott Johnson. Trillium Foundation is √øxå-∂røne hea√en for sleepy bå†s. We’ll be making tapes/cds/vinyl/8-track and phonographs real soon. In the meantime, please enjoy this short preview:
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C.B.F.E.
Posted on November 22, 2009 by Tom Nagy
Along the shapes of the lost cradle.
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I remember, I do.
Posted on November 22, 2009 by om
The memory was of the earliest days
Brief but radiant freedom
Not only in a spirit of religious ecstasy
But also in search of my own distinctive roots
Peculiar nostalgia
Strong enough to prevent any sense of finality or permanence
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up in the sky on a cloudy day, somehow,
Posted on November 21, 2009 by om
…and he conquered that town with just the Earth in his head
conceived the rusty old man on mashed-potato Mountain
before it was clear to him,
that in the Mountains,
the Future lies.
for the very Information
that is buried inside
will eventually escape
if we don’t turn it into Noise fast enough…
do we have any CONTROL?
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8mm, mostly
Posted on November 15, 2009 by norm
ft. garbage juice on bass
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supr mnml + wtrbd
Posted on November 4, 2009 by seangadoury
supr mnml
wtrbd
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Why We Didn’t Make it to the Movie
Posted on November 2, 2009 by norm
One day we rise from bed and it’s the future
outside a man coughs and coughs and spits
wow, we think to ourselves,
what interesting customs there are here
in this time
we scan the place for differences
and for signs of the past we left behind
we find yogurt, two days expired
we find very little else to eat, surely scavenged
by irradiated future men
but not so irradiated that they’d eat expired yogurt
we imagine the chunks, the odor, the sour
we feel lucky to be alive
our bodies sleeping for who knows how long
so vulnerable in retrospect
we vow not to let it happen again
we grow crazy eyed and half feral
in the following several minutes
stomping around, dragging knuckles
grunt grunt
this is how things are now, we have to accept it
it’s bleak but we can survive
and I don’t have to turn in that paper
and I can breathe
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