| Under dumb ones. |
[Dec. 28th, 2037|02:15 pm] |
They derive mundane sentences all the time.
To make sure I was last in line,
They lit my tires on fire.
My son tills their little plots of land
For lots of old money. But he
Can't even venture out to buy butter.
They know that, but don't return his
Favors. They savor my sons vast illness.
They shovel pills down his oval mouth.
He coughs and vomits, but they sit there
And laugh. They don't care, it makes their
Hearts race when they don't care.
It breaks my tiny heart
It breaks my tiny heart
To see them do this to my isolated
Son, as he now sits on his
Death bed. |
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| Understanding |
[Dec. 23rd, 2037|02:48 am] |
Nasty rederic has collapsed in local depression.
Pediatric dentists itendify only with sly witches.
Is this sitting?
Look simple
Always see saw and yawn.
It's the law these days.
We sentence you to net and
Cobweb. And bestow to Sebastian
One water jug full of ugly guff.
One. Entity sits
In sin. Is miss
Le toe this
Dangerous in
Water? Terrorize
Oral tradition
As if it never
ended. You sent
enced it to error of december
Freeze. Easy for
You to acustom automatic
Cities to rotting motor
Junk heaps of applied met
al, and ill scrap lids
Of dull silver. Try
To re
Verse this
Mem
or
Y of you. More
So less then seldom
modernity. You
doom close knit
Com
Mun
Ity.
And mock timid
commun
Ication. Try and
Tackle our real
Error. Your all
To real error. Your
Roaming orrated terrible
Torn error of future/
Past/ and patterened
Present for all of us
To rally against in aged
Time. You might want
To gnaw on miggit wood
and down fresh water.
You'll need it to
survive our events to
Come. |
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| Dim On Nominclature |
[Mar. 1st, 2037|04:32 pm] |
Dim mids.
Minds dementia.
I mediate mental allergies.
Tall latters sat together, they
Got to get thier side. Don't dis
Signs from idiots. They totter on
rotten torrents. You mustard rattle.
Don't let strange narratives invite
you to readings of life. Fill little
elite tillers with gardens of dental
plans. Don'ty deny your envy for adventure. you can't cure naciated accusations of pesantry on sanitary ants. you try to tag your it, but your old ritual is not the usual. You allocate to much collective on viverant reversal. You're mind is dim. Your mind is dim, You mind is dim, don't mind me, your mind is dim. don't mind simple you, your mind is to dim to midiate anything, you take to much actuall tunticle midol. You load your mind with dim wit midol to become a dollard. You lollard don't fly your lard over my yard. You daring ardent of denture. Don't try to demienure that misspelled word I just mispelled. You're spelling is for order, for non renderable thought. You enjoy static readings. You read to fast, it's static meaning. You only know static meaning. You read to fast to understand anything other then static nonsense commonplace meaning that was deduced when it was seduced on stage. You change nothing, and always come up with static wrong meaning. It is wrong because it is normal now. It's not new, your thought is static meaning. You're repition kills.
This repition kills.
You have killed Shakespeare, who
Should have never written in the first place.
People like you destroy destiny.
Sedintary thought is static thought
and your destiny is sedentary static thought
And in repition you'll never be remembered,
for you never ventured outside. |
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| Dejected Determinism |
[Sep. 23rd, 2036|04:18 am] |
So he said,
"In the infinite sets of O's and 1's:
O tests all that is not there.
1 is what insists on being there.
O attaches its anchor to nasty 1.
O sits alone lasting forever, it is
every nothing, but 1 which of course
sets up everything, tagged to degregated O.
For everying set eternal is 1, unless it's seldom O,
Which in modern thought is ghosts and nothing.
Derived numbers are born from O then modified into
1. Anything living more then the roaming 1, is a asset
Of 1. For instance, 2: Is 1 sitting on 1. For number n,
is 1 mundanely attached to 1 infite regress of one where
That errored O is parasitc for the ride."
*"So essentially we are always moving towards O?"
"Enevetably yes."
*Interesting." |
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| Battered red wheel barrow. (It's May gardening time again) |
[May. 26th, 2034|02:26 pm] |
This hideius divited
Wheel barrow
Works to hard.
I'll take it,
around back
And pronounce
It's death.
After which I'll
Deconstruct it's
Redness sense by
Sense.
Until it is packed
Back to little
piles of nuts
And Bolts.
To be bottled
And bought
again for more
Aging work. |
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| Bus Gets cedar walls |
[Dec. 25th, 2009|02:39 am] |
Turning signals always on rainy days.
They wish wash and saw through
H2O molecules. This dream adorns
sunny days. But Away always for days
We go.
Under...
....New red error.
............Does your odor slam doors?
..........Every now and then it does.
/...||\\\|//.....Rewind our nerdy rendered pictures.
?H
________Many namy men new us.
_Because
Of how causation sat
On\\--\Kitchen.
...|-\Chairs. This
S
Ta
Le Air wanders in dirty sin.
___________ Box
___________ Sex
~~~~~~~~9090 Door
~~~~~~~~()())()) Floor
)()()()()()()()()()() ()( Box
)()()()()()()()()()())(()(
)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)___((())))))((())) Sex.
()00_sodomy must doom modern boxes.
Because docile occurances always out
Number Numb chills.
9__It's always so walls to floor in here.
Cold.
000--- Chilly
------- Blue Cold floors.
00== Wander in gnawed dances.
-000=-=-=-000(((()))))))()()(= Be
-=-2=-=-=Ca
-=Math Kills-()()()()((((((((((((()))))))))death in added themes..Kills=-= US
-(Empty messes asses our sameness)--E. Of New wonders.
Names Don't sense darkness.
Do you Eat this up?
-=-=-1+@= You Really should relocate that cold idea of mine. It's not really for tonality but more so for roming formations of dead ends in addition to tidy
Rooms and floors under
_______ Flat attics in systems of addicts.
Don't.
Do.
Doors.
They aren't
Wooden as much
Floors. |
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| A truly original idea. |
[Aug. 15th, 2007|05:21 pm] |
I have an essay in the works.
It will simply be titled: The number/universe metaphor. The problem with zero.
I haven't started to write it yet, simply becuase I haven't even started to really figure it out. I still need to do vast research, and talk and write to many professors in the feilds of math and physics.
TATA
ZAchk |
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| Avenue B |
[Jan. 9th, 2006|08:41 pm] |
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I don't know you, who is that. WHOSE THERE? Called to see. Called to see. Who is this, dont' hang up. I got to much to wear on my sleaves. |
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| Roofies |
[Jan. 1st, 2005|09:36 pm] |
Don't you smell that? It smells like I am here. I am here. Where are you? It is pretty dark and I can't really see to much. You smell like cat piss. Oh I just stepped in a puddle of cat piss you say? Well that explains that, I'm sorry if I offended you. But back to groping you in the dark. Sorry my busy hands might of tried to close the deal to fast. You seemed cool with it at the time. But time changes, if it even exists. I also think that the stars are here for you they shine above for our love and when they where mine they where always yours but you never seemed to think so. that always bothered me and made me feel like a jerk at times. You, I"ll always miss you. So kind. So sweet. Who are you now?
where did you go?
Love
Zachk |
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| You and I alone |
[Jun. 22nd, 2004|03:26 am] |
Haven't updated in a while,
Here's and update
Red shoes rock
Bike riding through cemetaries at night rocks
Nothing has ever held you like this, not even me.
There's no need to apologize for selling what you advertise.
It's just the new sounds of an ancient art
You've only yourself to blame
Happy, I am happy. But it's just words on paper, black and white. This time I won't lose my mind, I promise. To many times I've let that down, Today will be different. |
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