gamefaced

decade.

2012-02-16T11:18:00.000-05:00

i was twenty three and you were all brand new i can't say that your birth was remarkable labor for twenty two hours your dad left a couple times, to smoke celebratory blunts in the hospital parking lot while i walked alone through the labor and delivery halls pushing my iv and holding the back of my smock together hoping no one thought you were illegitimate or that i was just

prima donna .

2012-01-27T19:14:00.000-05:00

in which the phrenologist admires transhuman effects,

2012-01-27T19:04:00.000-05:00

he diagrams for unison: cast split, reproduction note, organ placard, said origins, honor in kneeling, and first kill succinct possessions postured, mimicry one shaky witness, noticeable loop. connections kept, hard wired conditional stimulus – lists, chronology? breath anticipated, projections: i was there. i knew you.too, she said, rehearsing. finger tips tell grey bone muted, spent sounds,

syntactic sleep or: stage N4.

2012-01-27T18:52:00.000-05:00

glass hue below i over ocean. minnow me, open sea. i free form swan dives above moon command dance slaves to sand. role players peace land escape carries i slide, wide for flight's sake. without even the thought of weight water does, so should i. sifting eternal shelving times turning tables; this gives gravity grasp. soft bits of real thick, think heavy mass heaps (how haze blinds by gathering)

change is paralyzing.

2011-12-19T10:00:00.000-05:00

i will have a book soon. whoa and new thing, ideas for those who wanna join us..

omne trium perfectum

2011-12-02T10:18:00.001-05:00

i have realized that gamefaced has recently turned three. i have been writing here for three years. in these three years i have pulled myself out of the hole i spent my grow up kid rough/teen angst love affair/full lobotomy twenties thoroughly digging and hiding myself in. the scope of change these last three years, in my life, has been magnificent. like take two steps back and big breath in huge

baptisis.

2011-10-27T12:20:00.002-04:00

thrive with monsters my god is me extract the Father from the dad i had an upright example of a disheveled man bending over dropping out letting go jesus take the wheel that kind of shameful surrender a man must feel when not nearly enough and a stiff drink in the baby bottle he and i thirty and nine dad and daughter souls saved in the same chlorinated water seeking favor from a fable or

it's coming down soon.

2011-08-12T10:06:00.002-04:00

hi. so i was asked to write a thing for dark chaos. dark chaos is mostly horror and sex, like life? i dunno. i stopped going to clubs a while ago. so i thought about horror and sex and what to write? all i could picture was michele bachman and rick perry joining forces, effectively jump starting a new age of mass crusade, bachman and perry having (missionary only) victory sex on the backs of

being a productive narcissist is draining me.

2011-07-01T09:49:00.000-04:00

so i'm featured over at negative suck. there's like four brand new rantings and ramblings and like two or three that aren't as fresh (maybe you've read me around) and also a highly contrasted black and white .jpg of myself which also doubles in my hardcore gangster white girl casting portfolio. i haven't gotten any call backs yet and i can't figure out why the fuck not. also i had to write a bio

infinitism applies

2011-05-04T16:40:00.003-04:00

the world we deserve allows our shame dumb roots neurotic for knowledge but more polished a downplay of on the verge of blessings owed instead of holding enduring our persistence of vision pulled from perfect hope in shadows still threatens enough our vulnerable shoulder our relentless spine choose to mitigate the harsh solidarity of keeping yourself to

i have nothing more to say.

2011-03-31T10:24:00.003-04:00

lie motionless spine to floor feeling victim a mode i perpetuate by forcing myself to breathe lazy breaths these people keep me here responsibilities see i know what you mean not wanting ties. i have never heard the word love and felt free i have never moved a muscle towards self better self how many uses of i in these words say i’m centered. but i have no where else to be but

sad.

2011-03-27T17:43:00.001-04:00

too soon. 'Joe described himself as a redneck socialist, and he was. He was profoundly concerned with the fate of the people he wrote about, those who worked hard all their lives and ended up with nothing. Funny: I’ve never met a socialist who didn’t care about others, or a capitalist who did. The truth is that a great many decent people are on the wrong side of the intelligence curve, don’

evolution envy

2011-02-14T06:56:00.002-05:00

live machine evolves capable Times whole agnostic, advanced mold apparatus non-believer, blame dead lips name somethingthe disappoint having possible flesh dutifully yelling afterlife as in meansexisted. inside-out detectable,no world bore your electric least father matter lend your wish ear hear disappoint let tear ouroutcome wicked instrument, direction revolutionary word teeth enormous spark

hey you guys.

2011-02-13T22:11:00.000-05:00

you should follow me (and others) here too.

kevorkian grace.

2011-02-08T11:46:00.000-05:00

span despairingly the wealth of impoverish amounts you. clearly modern standards impeccable fail stand with head foot the line for your live longer pill avoid inevitable flat line gimmick cheat death until he's forced to swallow the entire wholeness of obsolescent you. ill grey gasping clinging to longevity chase the mean ripe old 73, a current choked in the sweeping down stream/steal a moment of

assuming character.

2010-12-23T11:09:00.000-05:00

actors all absolute stone set in contorting smile tow anxious fore bends hiding blank slate left- alones left to wallow within erect their own narrow reflection halls meet an echo at every step a smile from your own could only be better self. praise for such punctual gestures, greetings. banter. well wisher's (fingers crossed) hands exposed go lower go only lower duplicate self serves

reason.

2010-11-18T09:45:00.002-05:00

fell for those early lies the road rises to meet young steps cradled pink footing nudged along to fail our own impressions fill a caste form a destined cushioning same tracks as before just fill them again make a most cheerful patter toward our elder raconteur first steps falling for those early lies and further from invention carbonic population masked over all that once was

nothing new.

2010-10-18T15:07:00.002-04:00

tax day, wonderous tax day! government give us just a lil pinch we take that shit back grabby hands he and i we hungered for that holyshit! thirteen hundred dollars he and i we smiled for earned income credit (sleeping in the carseat) and we smiled for big payoff: hospital bills, some Goodstart, utilities. god to calm the - give me this impossible much by this impossible date or fuck you no

lookit.

2010-09-02T12:00:00.000-04:00

i reviewed sam pink's frowns need friends too here. go be a faithful follower. kisses.

every elevator has a name.

2010-08-26T10:07:00.000-04:00

uneasy apprentices to such simultaneous journey we've come together becoming masters of escape artistry within whatever city we dwell fused to move blocks and signals firm routing hotel room numbers swift card key entry we make it ours some slim smith on an ipod smoke out a window how we've been sowing many hearths quick vibrant homes doused with tough explanations rooms merely

island fifty/nox

2010-06-11T12:00:00.000-04:00

two books i am very excited about. please read them. i wrote words about these two books here.

beatitudes of consumption.

2010-06-09T12:58:00.000-04:00

emperor class knows the charm in giving title to human flaw fence around the know- nothings compelled to fill with whatever fits the squeeze negates full use emperor class assert when you want the getting is all in stand tall and take these are the barbs one must employ warm civilized dope the prick is to pray the cap keeps pray the violence all stays over where death tolls

passages

2010-04-30T14:21:00.002-04:00

this post has gone somewhere else..more later. but i did the pad - all thirty dammit. PAD PROMPT

and suddenly separate

2010-04-29T14:54:00.001-04:00

she regards a steady burn pouring over a home that had never been her own weak frame in flames devouring old structures which never supported her extent an alien she will leave free to reconstruct on her own terms PAD PROMPT

i said hi.

2010-04-29T07:54:00.000-04:00

ana c is a nice person to say hi to she put some of my words here and then there too is this awesome from otto amongst all the other new wave vomit reading is fundamental. i feel poserish cause my new wave is way old like 1983. mark hollis i love you.