Lost Love Lust

Archives: September2010

• autolysis of 32°F.

  It’s been a lonely night for this writer.
  I pour some Captain into a glass.
  Cheers to being happily miserable.
  I write to empty my soul, not my glass.
  I played jazz on my drive home from work.
  I’ve probably smiled 400 times today, and not once sincerely meant it.
  I’ve wished hundreds of  “good evenings” and given “thank yous” to [...]

• 1.0.1.0.1.0

  I have fallen into the system.
  I am another binary one and zero.
  Nothing close to a hero.
  I awake and sleep just like all the rest.
  I speak, think, and believe without test.
  The finger taps and the window cracks.
  I am glass, but a mass.
  Touch lightly and with class, do not allow this moment to pass.

• attack.

  My words are weapons. Sharp blades that slither along the synapse making their way towards the center.
  The center of the mind, the aura, the being.
  Everything that ends, has a beginning.
  I am a reversal, a rebellion, a renowned reconnaissance route reveling rurally.
  I begin with smiles and end with doubts.
  I speak and you listen.
  Colors and brush strokes [...]

• foundling.

  I am a hacker. A hacker of the mind, the body, and soul. I am in your every cell, passing through every membrane, secreting microbes into your every pore. You smile as I pass, but unknowingly you surrender. If your eyes were as pure as your heart you would see the shrieking grim of hell [...]