Th* Z*bra StoryT*ll*r.


Haditha
math adoringly
nil stir shards


Why pallid kids grok Hip Hop.


Against a robot uprising.

For an hour again indigo swarms
thick dust of star swarms

Colorful uniform gray morning
howls night swarms

Why do i ask for so much
as stark hazard swarms

Disruption of our ritual adds
jaguar swarms



"...patriotism is intellectually and morally bankrupt..."


"How indeterminacy could come to be seen as an exclusively positive ideal—as the unlimited play of signification or the embodiment of autonomous consciousness--bespeaks a historical trauma that neither indeterminacy nor its opposite could possibly serve as a means of representation." (via wood_s lot)

Fictional Bands. (via M*tafilt*r)


Sorrow of War.


"Venus Bewails Adonis

Nai. . .neemi neemi neemi non
O too julpaedo gran i algisaedo bon
O barat akakala panotok Adone
Eeli eeli argon desimalin.
Fen dorizi been? Fen doreeki ok
Koreekan kari kee, soith ogogë?
Kee O neemi kee otool sporaza!
Arlone, weelone, bowl
Kione adoossa neem
Kei neem radaza."

--Roch*



"When the drug-addled Goering was arrested in 1945, his fingernails were varnished red; on being strip-searched, it was discovered his toenails were painted, too." --Philip Hoar*, Oscar Wild*'s Last Stand (1997)


Quit ours for an artificial lingo.

Sinnui Yauwan II. (Your basic romantic-martial arts-horror-musical.)


pariah as
full admonition
on with my finding of
& roil faction
this curiously individual
sound
has
to gall paragon books
always pithy soon



A flick with "blog" in its tag. via robot wisdom)


"The mechanics of maybe might not work" --Rod McKu*n

Gosp*l of Mary.


   "The Old Œdipus turns upon Creon at Colonus

Yarrr...
Feeta kei baloodin barm!
Paradi noikot O spareeda boo
Filsing gera tort, O gera spudi frotë.
Soismë sengi poof, soismë norset poodi.
Rara thoise ti numbrak kon
Parada nisthi karm
Staloipi tiff ta poo, staloipi tiff bafoodi."

--Roch*


"The flight was successful."


On my victrola- Burl Iv*s Sings Down to th* S*a in Ships

Cosmopolitanism.


scholar spurn lair
though an absconding word
so arid or if thought
this only amalgam
i gild
out dins my mind
and almost full which must
and than droll say



"in Rosicruciannight andtragic slag..."


On my victrola- D*s*rt Ros*s & Arabian Rhythms


Today.

(via stsh*nouda dot com)


"You come to realize that when hope died, the you who died with the hope was not you, but was the you who depended on those who exploit you, the you who believed that those who exploit you will somehow stop on their own, the you who believed in the mythologies propagated by those who exploit you in order to facilitate that exploitation. The socially constructed you died. The civilized you died. The manufactured, fabricated, stamped, molded you died. The victim died.." (via wood_s lot)


Saffron lurry of a lost art turning.
Dancing lights in my dawn cup dark vap turning.

Ruinous diaspora; our padishah
aborts a war--all from a wind coil turning.

Turpilucricupiditudinous march
through an always changing marsh: in his tomb, Vlad turning.


Origin.


"Across the street from them, in a five-star hotel were Bush's 16 sniffer dogs who were staying in this five-star hotel, and we were all told that you can't call them dogs, because they are actually officers of the American Arm..." (via wood_s lot)