garbage juice
Jesse Black
seangadoury
norm
Rob Nagy
darren
shitisbadnews
Mathew Reynolds
Tom Nagy
frenchypink
kaleidoscopeflux
Emma Smith
Travis C
senecaantony
Cosmetic Plague
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after a dip in the ocean…
Posted on October 25, 2009 by Jesse Black
Sharing a long, intimate burn between our lungs, In a small room with a comfortable mattress Staring gazingly into the warmest part of your mind Hypnotized I think we’re making love.
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I’m Waiting / Drunken Angel Pores
Posted on October 24, 2009 by Tom Nagy
There is the human perception of reality: those who believe that constructing spread sheets and parallel parking your new lexus are of the utmost importance, and then there is real reality, where none of the materials you own have any value except the values in which you place on them by will. So turn off [...]
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while the animals sleep…
Posted on October 24, 2009 by Jesse Black
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treexperiment.
Posted on October 24, 2009 by Jesse Black
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friday the twenty-third.
Posted on October 23, 2009 by Jesse Black
–when the rooster crows– A trillion stars erased by one Like ten-thousand campfires beside my window These eyelids are pink ______________________________________ –far off, a ship– Silence by choice Alone is my voice Inside this body Slowly we’ll go Gently we’ll row Into the silence _____________________ –i can see coloured light reflecting off your soul– You’re [...]
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trish (on earth)
Posted on October 23, 2009 by norm
you say the glass is gone and you’re here now well not here with me but you know or you say “you know” and you mean I know you know so suddenly awaked from dream of shackles and blindfold or not blindfold maybe but coke bottle glasses distorting, giving headaches, making dizzy now you can [...]
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Tetra-Sonic / Handy Blue
Posted on October 18, 2009 by Tom Nagy
There is no need to cause a scene here. Or here.
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return to suburbia
Posted on October 18, 2009 by garbage juice
sometimes i lay at night in bed listing friendships in my head and how i’d react should they decide to culminate in suicide
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econoculture.
Posted on October 17, 2009 by Jesse Black
Every ripe tomato was the same size, she said, And each carrot the same colour, It was unbelievable! They were lined up in perfect rows, and, They all tasted soo damn sweet, Their watery hearts, And piddly lungs, Like the purest-looking sugar, The batch with most bleach. And the air sat heavy, putrid, still; Reminded [...]
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your/you’re disease.
Posted on October 15, 2009 by Jesse Black
You advance like an alien being Your body pushed forward through space Awkwardly graceful Atop solid, organic, mechanical limbs Powered by the sun Smooth curves has your craft And bright, shiny windows From which you gleam As you absorb my world With shutters cracked I’ll meet you in another realm, alien girl Your very own [...]
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and at the center of your ever-expanding universe…
Posted on October 10, 2009 by Jesse Black
click for high resolution.. although this image is best seen from mars, projected on the dark side of the moon in 2065
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give a homeless person your roaches.
Posted on October 8, 2009 by Jesse Black
The city is a country Without any borders In this enormous world The city is a country For those who lack a home In this conceptual world This city’s in a country Because it can never be easy In this microscopic world
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i/ove/ou
Posted on October 8, 2009 by Jesse Black
Quick, May be that I can write a poem before my battery dies Where do batteries go when they die anyway? Do they illuminate the stars? Do they leach toxins on mars? And when all of their power juice in gone far away Should we burn them, or eat them, or throw them today? Maybe, [...]
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in an apartment on the drive.
Posted on October 7, 2009 by Jesse Black
Caught in a warm, fortunate updraft Here in L.A. Tailpipes cry the Wednesday-blues Songbirds sing the news Cacti grow so slowly, above the kitchen sink Wishing they could dance the night away, with us As we shuffle in the moonlight below The heavy-beats get so soft and squishy Squash-squirm, am I safe? I am Amongst [...]
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Painting of Two Cowboys
Posted on October 1, 2009 by darren
Consider these men on horseback mounting a golden ridge in which everything is perfectly composed, the anatomy of their stallions exactly correct and the oil-white clouds just so. September sunlight combs their excellent beards. They’ve rolled the most exquisite cigarettes — they smoke to die on their terms, remind themselves of fathers. It’s hard to [...]
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