There Is A Lie

there is a mystery,.
there is a dark sadness.,
there is a lie.

There is a tree, Let's climb
it (shall we ? we shall)

there is a sky
and we all sang it:
there is a sky


there is a sky
there is a skythere is a sky
there is a sky

there is a sky

there is a mystery,.
there is a stark madness.,
there is the sky.

the sky"
  - we all sang it

the sky"
the sky"the sky"
the sky"

There is a secret
come listen we moan


There is a secret" we moan "come listen'

"a secret
   a start's blandness
 a melodramatic demise"



But there is a tree, Let's climb
it (shall we ? we shall the sky)

We Went With It

it was a really sentimental crayola feeling but we went with it. color-kept everything within the lines but our faces. they flowed everywhere and jutted and sparked , spilled over and broke through like an autonomous heart in and betwixt all around the skeletal and beyond it. but prismatic not just red, like i said crayola.

then are argh our faces, our faces ah yeah faces are on the TV. see she says 'baby, our faces" and i agree "yeah let's always baby our faces Ooh,' and she's with:

- yes of course darling, but no i mean on the Tell-E!

and we dialed up the e-Tell, a sorta steampunk tablet that brought in broadcast signals not just via the web so yeah in truth it was the telly literally or nearly.

our faces. so that was it then, so clear that the lines were vertical, dig? so we split man (not going to wear the horizontals) right between them like we had just become famous for and then it was the twenties again - the 1920's - so we didn't stay and she went to the remix, as was her gift, and again we could dance to it. sentimental, crayola kinda cheesy dance because that was it (the holiday; i mean it was the holiday after all) right then: the mawkish embrace, the proper acceptable steps, the national raffle when we were yet again back on tv. but our faces had their way still, that was our hook. it was a good act, took us to stages all over the world, took us to the Vatican and everyone left - and still no one around. Been long enough now, we've accepted we are obliged to take charge.

True Stranger

(In celebrity news, I just happened to walk past Chloë Sevigny at the art museum and she's remarkably, strikingly beautiful - more than any art could be.)

Everyday navigating my walk through the world's ways I exchange half second glances with strangers, to avoid collision, acknowledge humanity, etc. When the stranger is famous there's an imbalance, you have some existing notion of their existence but of you they know nothing, as a stranger should.

Ineffable Expletive

The Islamic State's doomed bloody march to an impossible global caliphate based, like all religious exceptionalism, on lies & delusion and birthed in the heinous incubator of indefensible exploitation and assault by the US, our allies, and our cronies, brings again to light the darkest of truths, proven throughout millennia: While man has succeeded merely at inventing god notionally, we are expert at creating - fully realized - Hell on Earth.

Perspicacity is No Substitute

Perspicacity is no substitute for proximity.

 Wit, woven, shackles the celebrants' ravishing embrace.

   Fearful academics falter, navigating flimsy obstacles easily penetrated,

     and the world is bereft of a new generation at beauty's uncharted pinnacle.

Circular Encyclical of Vanity's Chill

Never mistake disregard for anything shy of contempt. It is more contemptuous than open vilification, and merits the harshest form of scorn - which is, unironically and perhaps unsatisfyingly, disregard. It is an unwitting confession of heartless selffoolness, and the silent triumph of elevated narcissism for all.

New Dream for Everybody

they made a new dream for everybody. it ha[[ens as soon as you sleep. it’s like burnt paper.
we all took to daydreaming./instead