pyramids of dots

venues to vanish through to nonsense

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Fri Feb 28
face melts as vortex
erupts from mandible
torn, quick, to pieces

face melts as vortex

erupts from mandible

torn, quick, to pieces

(Source: rudzioslava)

Sat May 25
Transcendent slip of silkShimmers in cosmic glowAs undetected rays on spectrumWrithe to stay in moon’s breath-path

Transcendent slip of silk
Shimmers in cosmic glow
As undetected rays on spectrum
Writhe to stay in moon’s breath-path

(Source: wipepattern, via endlesswet)

Tue May 14
alexandramackenzie:

fun with collage + photobooth :)


Gnaw through the vortex’s walls
Til teeth chew spacetime raw
Felt-tipped fingers feel seams 
To tickle rough edges out of colour-lossed blots

alexandramackenzie:

fun with collage + photobooth :)

Gnaw through the vortex’s walls

Til teeth chew spacetime raw

Felt-tipped fingers feel seams 

To tickle rough edges out of colour-lossed blots

Sat May 11
isthisanart:

 

Fingernails glistenClutched close in breathA mask comprisedOf the joints that bendTo give arc to your grip, to youe fist. Bangs slippedBack into shadow’s swayAs tides guide your breathAround the moonbeams’ reach

isthisanart:

 

Fingernails glisten
Clutched close in breath

A mask comprised
Of the joints that bend
To give arc to your grip
, to youe fist. Bangs slipped

Back into shadow’s sway
As tides guide your breath
Around the moonbeams’ reach

Mon Dec 20
stillness in mind crafts bending edges
as light reflects from the skin of bookshelves,
as floorboards rise and fall with squeaks of breath
motion hides behind slippery lines; the books
bending spines, reach dustflap fingers to fluorescent
ceilingsky. stoic breath collects cosmic stillness
in pools that syphon moments of memory
from the luminous cave of the brain.

stillness in mind crafts bending edges

as light reflects from the skin of bookshelves,

as floorboards rise and fall with squeaks of breath

motion hides behind slippery lines; the books

bending spines, reach dustflap fingers to fluorescent

ceilingsky. stoic breath collects cosmic stillness

in pools that syphon moments of memory

from the luminous cave of the brain.

(via illillill)

Wed Dec 15
brain whirs hunger thoughts
calculates toppings: six sorts
of mushrooms to stifle salivation;
cheese in mounds akin to stalagmites
scattered to disperse molten flavour
across the population bases
of each bitten-off island of flavour


[from massmirage]

brain whirs hunger thoughts

calculates toppings: six sorts

of mushrooms to stifle salivation;

cheese in mounds akin to stalagmites

scattered to disperse molten flavour

across the population bases

of each bitten-off island of flavour

[from massmirage]

Sat Mar 13
[Wrought Iron Hoof Heaver]
Ol’ Calculatorface swiveled in his arbitration 
chair, forehead glistening with the rift in slaughter
logistics plain as the beads on his abacus: 
 them pigs
got no hooves. How in bloody blazes’re they goinkta
waddle through them twisty halls on inta the slaughter
chamber? Little Whisp, bless him, wantsta just drag
the tazers an’ blades on through the messuva warehouse
an’ get the bloody oinkers where they’re just floppin
down an’ writhin’. Farfetched, yeh, fartetched. but what
else d’we got? Ain’t a whole slew’ve bester suggestions
cloggin’ up the thoughtubes. 
                            frig. it’ll for sure fright
the tiny oinklets into coarse meatmuscled slabs of scabby
pusschops that Loblaw’ll scoff at. 
 Lost in thoughts of renting
out a conveyorbelt route, Calculatorface licked a dribble
trolling past his lips, felt his frustration chameleon 
into a thoughtlocked sloth-haze. Jowels navigating gravity,
Calculatorface’s chin stumbled, abacus-bound, into 
his alabaster-beaded stress-wrought daydream. 



[image: youmakemefeel]

[Wrought Iron Hoof Heaver]

Ol’ Calculatorface swiveled in his arbitration 

chair, forehead glistening with the rift in slaughter

logistics plain as the beads on his abacus: 

 them pigs

got no hooves. How in bloody blazes’re they goinkta

waddle through them twisty halls on inta the slaughter

chamber? Little Whisp, bless him, wantsta just drag

the tazers an’ blades on through the messuva warehouse

an’ get the bloody oinkers where they’re just floppin

down an’ writhin’. Farfetched, yeh, fartetched. but what

else d’we got? Ain’t a whole slew’ve bester suggestions

cloggin’ up the thoughtubes. 

                            frig. it’ll for sure fright

the tiny oinklets into coarse meatmuscled slabs of scabby

pusschops that Loblaw’ll scoff at. 

 Lost in thoughts of renting

out a conveyorbelt route, Calculatorface licked a dribble

trolling past his lips, felt his frustration chameleon 

into a thoughtlocked sloth-haze. Jowels navigating gravity,

Calculatorface’s chin stumbled, abacus-bound, into 

his alabaster-beaded stress-wrought daydream. 

[image: youmakemefeel]

Mon Mar 1
[the ACTA tapdance]
(for Tony Clement)


Suddenly showing concern for kids’
smutty flickrs and iTunes’sales figures,
Truthy-Tony swipes at the rights
of pesky urchins to bend digital data into any e-envelope.

Caught with his WIPO pulled down, Truthy-Tony
squirrels away, face safe in his camera-free
sanctuary. Here he’ll draft an act that lets
his ministry

  sift its sticky fingers
through each packet sent across Bell’s monopolied
copper lines. In wait of ACTA’s backdoor pass
Truthy-Tony salivates: his pals get to pick

which bits of internet get to stick and which
infringe against NBC and CTV’s interest to maintain
information’s status unflux.

  If Tony’s ACTA lasts
ratification, those caught with fingers-ful
of illicit 1s and 0s will have their hands lopped
off at their ethernet’s wrists.






(image via computervision)

[the ACTA tapdance]

(for Tony Clement)

Suddenly showing concern for kids’

smutty flickrs and iTunes’sales figures,

Truthy-Tony swipes at the rights

of pesky urchins to bend digital data into any e-envelope.

Caught with his WIPO pulled down, Truthy-Tony

squirrels away, face safe in his camera-free

sanctuary. Here he’ll draft an act that lets

his ministry

sift its sticky fingers

through each packet sent across Bell’s monopolied

copper lines. In wait of ACTA’s backdoor pass

Truthy-Tony salivates: his pals get to pick

which bits of internet get to stick and which

infringe against NBC and CTV’s interest to maintain

information’s status unflux.

If Tony’s ACTA lasts

ratification, those caught with fingers-ful

of illicit 1s and 0s will have their hands lopped

off at their ethernet’s wrists.

(image via computervision)

Thu Feb 11
[ghostbusters]

what was that number
again?




image: wordofcommand

[ghostbusters]

what was that number

again?

image: wordofcommand

[proscuitto or tuna?]

ever since I went
for groceries this morning,
my stomach responds
with blankness,
unknowing what to eat
in the face
of choice



kwassakwassa:

wizzawd:(via hendura)

[proscuitto or tuna?]

ever since I went

for groceries this morning,

my stomach responds

with blankness,

unknowing what to eat

in the face

of choice

kwassakwassa:

wizzawd:(via hendura)