Sculptor ................................ Welcome Mr. Dalton
Monday, October 12, 2009
Shelfield Stainless Steel Pocket Knives
astray do not know our bodies and without propellers
seem drowned in their own flesh
not descend without interference by terse rails
night Our bodies ; Vapors
wild are measured at the bottom of rivers in geometric cascades
fervor and coffee splattered brains
theories
Here comes the man his eyes bathed in shades of sleet
their arms look tight as railways are ill routes weave sadness on the grass
mineral traps extending your muscles as polar
We cover the life with a jolt
Beautiful trail which is to say with few syllables Viejo Viejo heart heart
PLC Little're just a puppet
all know the world or
blood flowing fast as a velocipede
tract below Doing Nothing
assumptions about time and sawtooth
that we still agricultural customs
bay mouth in those pastures sown with opium and metaphors
will numb their teenage terrors
swallows all know but we need to learn to worship the periphery
no scribbles
miss let in the light of day to day traveling on fists
moonlight Let
glaciers at the edge of their dizziness Days
botanical marine reflection of tufts on steep land with a crash
childhood Abramos
scars and prayers I will no shoulders
forest silence as the only outfit outfit bienlosabedios
only bare chest but do not wake
trembles and howls
It is inconsistent to resist dying
calendars have to be humble
broken heart is still howling naked
know not handle disappointment well
indifference
Halfway
At this time let them off the reefs
slow days where they will go aground That
the future and its bright billboards
up I lose hope penumbra
to move forward in their carriages as they pray scrupulously
prayers that fill the empty pages
urban eco takes possession of some chords Fencing
winter traveling more than anyone When winter moves with
discouragement vertebrae
migrants bring your bed strewn with bodies that move medals
with suitcases rickety air and proclaim their powers
whys bodies where no wind blows and the voices of gods
write with their crowns pens opening
new wounds in the crust
sovereign claim to turning somersaults
We left behind
arms raised debased by the hardness of the territory
only doubt now leads us to balance
measured
end where quicksand is not quenched the fire
say that distance is only about
arrives tomorrow full of knots
curvy highways
I will embrace and learn to navigate without
head on the night and blue horses
while I pay one to one my sins
Unless the lip or the eardrum would be right in
stanzas will be guided without ruling on Old army without low noise
well be roaring with its hinges
astray because we do not know
; ;
not know [Photo by Ricky Dávila]
Shelfield Stainless Steel Pocket Knives
Sculptor ................................ Welcome Mr. Dalton
astray do not know our bodies and without propellers
seem drowned in their own flesh
not descend without interference by terse rails
night Our bodies ; Vapors
wild are measured at the bottom of rivers in geometric cascades
fervor and coffee splattered brains
theories
Here comes the man his eyes bathed in shades of sleet
their arms look tight as railways are ill routes weave sadness on the grass
mineral traps extending your muscles as polar
We cover the life with a jolt
Beautiful trail which is to say with few syllables Viejo Viejo heart heart
PLC Little're just a puppet
all know the world or
blood flowing fast as a velocipede
tract below Doing Nothing
assumptions about time and sawtooth
that we still agricultural customs
bay mouth in those pastures sown with opium and metaphors
will numb their teenage terrors
swallows all know but we need to learn to worship the periphery
no scribbles
miss let in the light of day to day traveling on fists
moonlight Let
glaciers at the edge of their dizziness Days
botanical marine reflection of tufts on steep land with a crash
childhood Abramos
scars and prayers I will no shoulders
forest silence as the only outfit outfit bienlosabedios
only bare chest but do not wake
trembles and howls
It is inconsistent to resist dying
calendars have to be humble
broken heart is still howling naked
know not handle disappointment well
indifference
Halfway
At this time let them off the reefs
slow days where they will go aground That
the future and its bright billboards
up I lose hope penumbra
to move forward in their carriages as they pray scrupulously
prayers that fill the empty pages
urban eco takes possession of some chords Fencing
winter traveling more than anyone When winter moves with
discouragement vertebrae
migrants bring your bed strewn with bodies that move medals
with suitcases rickety air and proclaim their powers
whys bodies where no wind blows and the voices of gods
write with their crowns pens opening
new wounds in the crust
sovereign claim to turning somersaults
We left behind
arms raised debased by the hardness of the territory
only doubt now leads us to balance
measured
end where quicksand is not quenched the fire
say that distance is only about
arrives tomorrow full of knots
curvy highways
I will embrace and learn to navigate without
head on the night and blue horses
while I pay one to one my sins
Unless the lip or the eardrum would be right in
stanzas will be guided without ruling on Old army without low noise
well be roaring with its hinges
astray because we do not know
; ;
not know [Photo by Ricky Dávila]
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Wishing Happy Journey Sms
Lonxa
Morality and barbed wire cages
we should not lose sight of the beautiful
air space
diamond will always be among
bars have time to flee the explosion
act act
but never to save
Roque Dalton.
.
.
Morality and barbed wire cages
we should not lose sight of the beautiful
air space
diamond will always be among
bars have time to flee the explosion
act act
but never to save
Roque Dalton.
.
.
How do you say? Everything that goes against oneself is immoral, it is not seeking the identity in any alleys, or cursing the storms that brought rain, sometimes it seems it is only appropriate for others, but hurt us.
[Photo Fellig Arthur 'Weegee'. I love that show, the woman is drunk naked life with courage, while elegantly dressed man covers his face, probably because it should not be there, and because he has things to hide under this false facade respectable citizen.]
Wishing Happy Journey Sms
Lonxa
Morality and barbed wire cages
we should not lose sight of the beautiful
air space
diamond will always be among
bars have time to flee the explosion
act act
but never to save
Roque Dalton.
.
.
Morality and barbed wire cages
we should not lose sight of the beautiful
air space
diamond will always be among
bars have time to flee the explosion
act act
but never to save
Roque Dalton.
.
.
How do you say? Everything that goes against oneself is immoral, it is not seeking the identity in any alleys, or cursing the storms that brought rain, sometimes it seems it is only appropriate for others, but hurt us.
[Photo Fellig Arthur 'Weegee'. I love that show, the woman is drunk naked life with courage, while elegantly dressed man covers his face, probably because it should not be there, and because he has things to hide under this false facade respectable citizen.]
Monday, October 5, 2009
How Fix Tech Deck Skin
Corina Song
December
comes to awaken these torsos
seamless
heart intoxicated with anger
Underneath the bridge
where I ran into a tower has grown
bathed
names secret and birds above the bridge
men wear their dentures well furnished
arrogant and weak
But still life but life goes on as a oriflamme
or erect and absurd puzzle
[Photo by Christopher Anderson] 
December
comes to awaken these torsos
seamless
heart intoxicated with anger
Underneath the bridge
where I ran into a tower has grown
bathed
names secret and birds above the bridge
men wear their dentures well furnished
arrogant and weak
But still life but life goes on as a oriflamme
or erect and absurd puzzle
[Photo by Christopher Anderson]
How Fix Tech Deck Skin
Corina Song
December
comes to awaken these torsos
seamless
heart intoxicated with anger
Underneath the bridge
where I ran into a tower has grown
bathed
names secret and birds above the bridge
men wear their dentures well furnished
arrogant and weak
But still life but life goes on as a oriflamme
or erect and absurd puzzle
[Photo by Christopher Anderson]
December
comes to awaken these torsos
seamless
heart intoxicated with anger
Underneath the bridge
where I ran into a tower has grown
bathed
names secret and birds above the bridge
men wear their dentures well furnished
arrogant and weak
But still life but life goes on as a oriflamme
or erect and absurd puzzle
[Photo by Christopher Anderson]
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Police Scanner Mobile Phone
speak of yourself with timid wonder, faced with the night, their dogs blue . With eyes closed and open chest. And life is oh god bites lips silently undressing other hearts, in this November with a quiet operating room. There is only one truth from door to door after the names that are out of you, caught in the frenzy of their love sadly called Barefoot Contessa. Memory double bottom subway stations. Shivering to route marches granite, dressed in impudent song. Burning undaunted. Denying unhappy land dictates stiff moving on rooftops. When the rain pours into your bed for future immigration cold colors, glass cheek, stands brave gesture of yours that exact perspective of self-me-is concerned. It is not even live far away in closed rings in morning roundabouts where you turn fear about fear. It is rather an unusual way to prohibit paid to ask the time clock. And that one foot over another decent dance listening to the radio on all machines. Goddess without altar of God, extraordinarily human and fragile. Just wound what you want to give this public theater, the frivolous jungle sweetly tempered glass and sound.
[Allows pain
cross your legs and never gets tired of waiting and numb
While the cover is torn at the bottom
Of all our oil wells]
You are the light And the same
That grows wheat the light
[Photo of Eve Arnold]
Police Scanner Mobile Phone
speak of yourself with timid wonder, faced with the night, their dogs blue . With eyes closed and open chest. And life is oh god bites lips silently undressing other hearts, in this November with a quiet operating room. There is only one truth from door to door after the names that are out of you, caught in the frenzy of their love sadly called Barefoot Contessa. Memory double bottom subway stations. Shivering to route marches granite, dressed in impudent song. Burning undaunted. Denying unhappy land dictates stiff moving on rooftops. When the rain pours into your bed for future immigration cold colors, glass cheek, stands brave gesture of yours that exact perspective of self-me-is concerned. It is not even live far away in closed rings in morning roundabouts where you turn fear about fear. It is rather an unusual way to prohibit paid to ask the time clock. And that one foot over another decent dance listening to the radio on all machines. Goddess without altar of God, extraordinarily human and fragile. Just wound what you want to give this public theater, the frivolous jungle sweetly tempered glass and sound.
[Allows pain
cross your legs and never gets tired of waiting and numb
While the cover is torn at the bottom
Of all our oil wells]
You are the light And the same
That grows wheat the light
[Photo of Eve Arnold]
Friday, October 2, 2009
How Many Bayers Can I Take
Selfportrait
Upgrades your scars like banners
oh
old ghosts known to drown in their own negligence
and enfold you with voices that are not
and die of cold
, in your delirium and small anatomical
nameless vagabond dressed only puncture wounds
[Photo by Helmut Newton] 
Upgrades your scars like banners
oh
old ghosts known to drown in their own negligence
and enfold you with voices that are not
and die of cold
, in your delirium and small anatomical
nameless vagabond dressed only puncture wounds
[Photo by Helmut Newton]
How Many Bayers Can I Take
Selfportrait
Upgrades your scars like banners
oh
old ghosts known to drown in their own negligence
and enfold you with voices that are not
and die of cold
, in your delirium and small anatomical
nameless vagabond dressed only puncture wounds
[Photo by Helmut Newton]
Upgrades your scars like banners
oh
old ghosts known to drown in their own negligence
and enfold you with voices that are not
and die of cold
, in your delirium and small anatomical
nameless vagabond dressed only puncture wounds
[Photo by Helmut Newton]
Vizio Tv Base, Stands
Silence Creature
me out of me with defense
of this board Polish town of missteps
the black queen is facing a white army as the news
rise by 14 people rainfall in Sicily
and your heart still lurking just breathless
small lark after a tide of
waists as they say the waves
Not a flaring that migrant
will match or wind to follow the example of your limbs geographical
icebreakers warm
I saw a storm approaching
the folds of a newspaper
, tight prose
[Photo of Harry Callahan] 
me out of me with defense
of this board Polish town of missteps
the black queen is facing a white army as the news
rise by 14 people rainfall in Sicily
and your heart still lurking just breathless
small lark after a tide of
waists as they say the waves
Not a flaring that migrant
will match or wind to follow the example of your limbs geographical
icebreakers warm
I saw a storm approaching
the folds of a newspaper
, tight prose
[Photo of Harry Callahan]
Vizio Tv Base, Stands
Silence Creature
me out of me with defense
of this board Polish town of missteps
the black queen is facing a white army as the news
rise by 14 people rainfall in Sicily
and your heart still lurking just breathless
small lark after a tide of
waists as they say the waves
Not a flaring that migrant
will match or wind to follow the example of your limbs geographical
icebreakers warm
I saw a storm approaching
the folds of a newspaper
, tight prose
[Photo of Harry Callahan]
me out of me with defense
of this board Polish town of missteps
the black queen is facing a white army as the news
rise by 14 people rainfall in Sicily
and your heart still lurking just breathless
small lark after a tide of
waists as they say the waves
Not a flaring that migrant
will match or wind to follow the example of your limbs geographical
icebreakers warm
I saw a storm approaching
the folds of a newspaper
, tight prose
[Photo of Harry Callahan]
General Power Of Attorney Form Sbi
polar meteorological
Winter moves in you
with broken feet of snow
on your land
fertile planted
fertile planted
shells on all your truths
who are dying
Please Stand up
danger
danger
allows
frost invades your jaw clenched
frost invades your jaw clenched
your heart freezes
as those sunflowers
who fear the darkness
Listen to what makes the cosmos
with crooked lines as ivy and render
your saliva to air flow and grow
your dreams wound blood
to the top of
still
still
gardens where life is born die man
[Photo manipulated Robert ParkeHarrison]
General Power Of Attorney Form Sbi
polar meteorological
Winter moves in you
with broken feet of snow
on your land
fertile planted
fertile planted
shells on all your truths
who are dying
Please Stand up
danger
danger
allows
frost invades your jaw clenched
frost invades your jaw clenched
your heart freezes
as those sunflowers
who fear the darkness
Listen to what makes the cosmos
with crooked lines as ivy and render
your saliva to air flow and grow
your dreams wound blood
to the top of
still
still
gardens where life is born die man
[Photo manipulated Robert ParkeHarrison]
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