Spilled To Bloodlessness

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Our New Presidential Team in 2008!

I don't know about you, but I think these guys are the dream team for the next big election in the States. Do you think they want the job>

wonderland

   `Fury said to a
                   mouse, That he
                 met in the
               house,
            "Let us
              both go to
                law:  I will
                  prosecute
                    YOU.  --Come,
                       I'll take no
                        denial; We
                     must have a
                 trial:  For
              really this
           morning I've
          nothing
         to do."
           Said the
             mouse to the
               cur, "Such
                 a trial,
                   dear Sir,
                         With
                     no jury
                  or judge,
                would be
              wasting
             our
              breath."
               "I'll be
                 judge, I'll
                   be jury,"
                         Said
                    cunning
                      old Fury:
                     "I'll
                      try the
                         whole
                          cause,
                             and
                        condemn
                       you
                      to
                       death."

good morning, world! just a lil humour, with no implied rumour... and yet its spicy like all things dicy -- yhew! a very bad attempt at Carrollesque Poetry! :)

Sunday, September 17, 2006

sometimes, amidst the happiest of your days
you suddenly are stuck in strife
of daylights that were gloom
and the nights that did bloom

people around are happy for you
or at least pretending to do so...

glorify or villify
sometimes, even with wings
one cannot just fly...

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Saturday, September 16, 2006

Fusion of Ideas

Nothing original of my making, but boy, what a happy marriage. Bush is next.

Psycho

He taught the epic
his students wrote poetry
always talked of coffee and cigarette
sometimes they used alcohol
the lesser ones binged on sunlight and romance
acres of filth
words .wasted.
came home everynight
college gave over at 2pm
had philosophy classes at the pub.

Nailed tight.afraid.very afraid.

Swed leather . Warm milk. Gurgling tap water. Psycho.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Henry Morticular

a neat little rash developed on the back of his hand and spread along his arm forming the vague shape of a distant star system. an angry but attractive rash that glowed its poison when the lights went out.

words by cocaine jesus

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

destiny halved

a virtual painting by cocaine jesus

(untitled)

i hear the world in colours

i taste the world in music

freefall

but not like you

i shape my different contours

i float a little brick substance

somewhere distant

you dress the window with varnish

you fake the plastic with subtitles

now let it hang

words by cocaine jesus

heart stops heart hurts

dirt under fingernails
skin torn
flesh fails
skimmed heart bleeds

words by cocaine jesus

kiss my ring

i heard them whisper
with a lip curled snear
that my words ain't good enough.
is that so?
you think my metaphors a little rough?
well son, that strictly speaking is tough.
kiss my ring.
i heard them mutter
with a hand over mouth
that my storys are a little duff.
is that so?
you think me incapable of better stuff?
well son, strictly speaking fuck off.
kiss my ring.

words by cocaine jesus