listen, if i’m gonna be dead later
i don’t believe in now.
there are weird feelings
all over
and it has nothing to do
with pain.

living is a sensitivity due
to the
weather.

i just happen to know
the feeling of it,

after awhile, i’m
no longer
interested.

a townhouse was blown to bits
and a woman gave birth on njtransit.
i laid on a carpet staring at
a warhol and the townhouse
is pleasant and i am not
pregnant.

what
is
the
difference

we
are
on
completely
different
wavelengths
and
i
am
just
transmitting
messages.

why would you believe in
life when you believe
in death? existence
is a contradiction
in common
sense.

nature is insulted
by our delusional
demeanor. the
trees find us
pretentious, and
the moon thinks
we are retarded.

i am in
litigation
with a
sun
set
and
my roses
are sending
me
death
threats.

the reality
is

the moment something
goes up your ass

the
whole

world

falls
apart.

“to be serious,
dead serious:
spread me down
park avenue from
a tin can”

is that

a cigarette

or a

slim jim?

i do

not
believe

i understood
the

question.

to encourage
that there is a
difference

in
the experience
of time

based on
the biological state
of

a being in motion

is to encourage the notion

that time is a sprectum,

not a moment.

i am flesh mound,
a tuft of cellular
division.

i have
word tools, face
moves and two
thousand years
of nothing.

i measure with
my eye
ball,
with a green

glass
bottle tint.

i understand the

depths of sadness

i understand why you

would reject

it in public.

all we want
is the moment

of conception

to continue.

to see in an
other

the reflection
of our origin,

the orgiastic
pleasure of
beginning.

the
funny thing
about myself
is that i don’t

often
see myself

only
the things
around
me.

you can’t get
past this why
would you

i can’t imagine

why you
would.

i don’t want to
make a new
world.

i want blood
not data.

this world

is a business
if you do not
grow up

you
just grow

old.

a human heart
is a portrait. no
one thinks a lion
goes

to

heaven.

we missed
out

on

meaning.

everything

is

a

web
page.

you must believe

in

the magic

of

story.

you

must

watch

it

unfolding.

covalent bonding
involves the
sharing
of electrons

the positively charged
nuclei of two or more atoms
simultaneously attract the
negatively charged electrons
that are being shared
between
them.

in a so-called ‘covalent’ bond,
one or more electrons are drawn
into the space between two atomic nuclei.

the negatively charged electrons are attracted
to the positive charges of both nuclei,
instead of just their own.

this overcomes
the repulsion
between the two
positively charged
nuclei,
as this
overwhelming
attraction holds
the two nuclei
in a fixed
configuration

even though
they will
still vibrate
at
equilibrium
position.

a less often
mentioned
type of bond
is the metallic bond.

In this type of bonding,
each atom
donates one
or more electrons to
a “sea” of electrons

that
reside
between
many metal
atoms.

In this sea, each electron is free
(by virtue of its wave nature) to be
associated with a great many atoms
at once. The bond results because
the metal atoms become positively
charged
due to loss
of their electrons,
while the electrons remain
attracted to many atoms,
without being part

of
any
given
atom.

in an ionic bond, the bonding
electron is not shared at all,
but transferred.

In this type
of bond, the
outer atomic orbital
of one atom has
a vacancy

which allows
addition of
one or more
electrons.

these newly added electrons
potentially occupy a lower
energy-state (effectively
closer to more nuclear charge)

than they experience in a
different atom. Thus, one
nucleus offers a more tightly
bound position
to an electron
than does another
nucleus, with the result
that one atom may transfer
an electron to the other.

This transfer
causes one atom
to assume a
net positive charge,
and the other
to assume a
net negative charge.

For further reading, refer to: “Jane Eyre” by Charlotte Bronte

you can call me
flower if you want
to. i jumped in the
river

but there
was nothing

there.

There is no
narrative
of how you arrived
Here.
“It is all relative,
i guess”
she said.

“relative to nothingness”
I replied.

and death is
the
reward
a flash full
of
stars.

I don’t give a
hoot

about everyone’s

journey.

we’re not going

through

a journey

we are dying
slowly.
these people
are hope and
they live and
burn and then

“look at those poor leaves
hanging on” the mother said

“thats supposed to be very
inspiring” (but its not) we
said.

“A picture of the
fire does not
keep us warm”

(only a fire
actually
burns.)

if my
Mind is a
Container

the rest of
the world is fuzz.
don’t talk about
magic

all meaning
is conventional and
the Internet

is the end of

language.

normalcy is the real virus
a plague on our people
the manger is melting,
please do not feed
the animal.

the syndrome is
Civilization
the symptom

is repression.
and death
is the reward
for getting
through the
absurd

other than that

All we have
is accumulated
Culture
And the conversation
You are having.

Which is only true
because
you
are
having it.

everything
will work out
for you,

but if it
doesn’t, it’s
not like
it ever
does
any
way.

my mind

does not

concern

me.

you will always

feel yourself

that is the only
environment

you will ever be
in.

nothing else
will ever

change

even if

everything
else

does.

this

is

how

it

goes.

you are

neither
dead

nor
alive

you have

been

fed

a lump
of
lies

and you
will
swallow
it very

slowly.

you can smile

as an occupation

i’ll pay you to
pretend

that every
thing is
fine.

the body writes
its own script and

there is no

yellow
brick

road.

only
a catheter

shoved
down
your

smallest
hole.

i love the

fact that
we will

never
arrive

at a
concrete
conclusion

there is only
just enough
time to

keep

guessing.

we will need

a cover
letter resume and
a writing sample.

friends are
santa clause

or jesus.

popping cherries
and cigar tubes
live in your butt.

you have to learn how
to ask a question

by receiving a
central broadcasting

system.

i have paid for

a circumcision

and my education.

there is no difference,
no reason.

palm beach is a place
where the world

loses interest.

the world is a polygon
of nothingness

you thought it was made
of stone

it is made of gas.

i think
you should know
that i know.

the world is
a beautiful loft

on the worst
block in
newark.

i can’t buy sardines,
but i’ll sell you my spit

in a jar.

once the needle is inside of you

you can feel it moving around.

a local anesthesia and
an earmarked dessert.

there is no confusion
two doctors and two nurses
will cover you in plastic.
end of story.

there are no problems
the end result
is a simple thing.

an injection,
a split second.

and when we are
done

we will have dinner
at a

fancy restaurant.

it is easier when we
find the right location
to release the medication.

the computer will relay
a simulation of information.

touch it now
you will not feel anything.

you will feel pressure
from movement inside your skin.

not pain, but pressure
talking will be a fact of
pain, and women
can take more than men.

men are babies when
it comes to pain

it is a fact of life.
it is total truth.

if a man had to have a baby
the world would feel fine
because it would be a movie
and you’d be at home
dealing with personal
issues.

i was just about to
go to bed

i don’t have the freezer
space.
i want to lift
the world.

i cannot

move

my mind

it is dead weight, one side
said to the other
i have to ask

you

something.

hell does not

have

a
living

room.

duh

because then

you are

dead.

three thousand years i don’t

give a shit

nero was
a state of missouri, hell

was there we
turned a
knob.

don’t go gambling
or stock market house buying.
a wolf in wolfs clothing is
the same as a wolf, your
mother was right, life
insurance is more

important than

life.

i withdraw
i wasn’t
in the beginning,
i don’t know why
matter made me,
i’m so tired,
you’re

so asleep. an entire
person just fell out of

my body, i’m not a woman
i cannot throw babies.

this is a theatre of air,
i looked under the curtains
nothing is there.

you will cry.
based on a common assumption of existence as curve, you are broken, battered and belly up.

you were torn and thrown out into the cold, get over being born, now you’re alone go write a book.

the idea
of the

house

is constant.

windows move in front of me,
i am

enveloping

air.

i didn’t want anything
to do with dead things,
my fingers are white,
a knuckle is torn.

i don’t give
a flying fuck
if you forgot
about
death.

you are stupider
than your mothers
head if you came
out of the vagina

again.

wear a goddamn necklace.
throw all of the pennies
at the school children.

i will sell your fucking
eye lashes.

i am a goddamn
house and i mean
it.

i am talking to death.
i am in discourse with
everyone’s

inevitable
mother
bitch.

she is a cunt and she
lives in your mouth.

she explodes all
of your skin, she
spits grease in
your nose.

i am tired of her
and i have told her to
leave.

i will not let her make
me fuck her.

i will not let her
make you unhappy
my love

i love you and
death wants to
make me hate
you because
she is real and
we are not.

i am not death
and i want to
punch it, it is
before me and
i am cornered in
time.