The-Listener

_______and everyone went blind_________ A vulterous boredom pinned me to this tree Writhing in the haze of electric bliss Another night of spit up and battery acid pee Bottomless throats and rehearsed apologies What once was us now has canon Lost forever in the gaze of graceless hands 3rd roll To be developped 18/07/07 Can't wait.

I'm a late sleeper so let's try something different. I am man. A pulsating endlessly. A bacterial congregation of cliches and blasphemes. I tear at my face; at my heart; hoping to find the remnant of a life long torn from my vagrant hands; a universal error.  My oscillating past swings backwards to pull apart my ribs - chiding me, reminding me. Water explodes from my eyes, dealing death and disease to my decomposing sibling - each individual atom clustering into proclamations - a cry of solace.  Plotting out a questionable course for my elephantine legs, I search for accomplishment, for meaning and depth. Floating through the universe, I see

I am Jack's smirking revenge. I am Jack's cold sweat. I am Jack's raging bile duct. I am Jack's broken heart. I am Jack's complete lack of surprise. I am Jack's unequivocally gratuitous pop-culture quote. I am a polymorphic mess of over-intellectualisation. I am what happens when Jack's mummified undead dog gorges on any mental stimulation available. I am the partially digested gunk that gets found on the kitchen floor the morning after. Acid and bile-bitten, a lonely pile with leading paw-prints, and if you poke me disinterestedly with a lichen decayed stick, you might just find traces of Jack's carrot and cherryade. I thought about r