Archive for August, 2010

August 17, 2010


My computer screen is blurred from all
The times I’ve touched it
Trying to touch you.

August 7, 2010

the secret

We are all searching for the answer: the great key that will reveal to us existance-
what it truly is, and what it means. We humans run around, falling into boxes, pushing other people over into theirs: Pessimist, Optimist, Realist, Lunatic…
But here. Let me divulge to you the secret, of reality, of life.

It’s all just glass.

Broken, and ready to break.
And it will cut your fingers as it makes rainbows.

August 7, 2010


All is well that ends well
and in the end we die.

August 4, 2010

blue ribbons

pink ribbons are easier to get than blue ribbons
so people get pink ribbons
[that’s the just way the world turns]
– disproving the idea
that playing hard to get
beats supply and demand.

August 3, 2010


Haven’t you heard?

It’s vogue to be depressed

That’s why all the models dress

In black.

August 3, 2010

A grave in the churchyard

In memory of the millions of unborn children

killed for the sake of convenience.

August 3, 2010

The Museum

Here the past is put up as a spectacal.
What will museums of tommorow hold?
Will I be found – a nameless figure on a salvaged photo preserved in ambiguity?
August 1, 2010


We catch each other’s eyes when the lightning rips the skye.

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August 1, 2010

hear the rain

You’re miles away but I still ask you

-Can you hear the rain?-

and you answer yes.