“riddle me this, riddle me that
who’s afraid of the big black bat?”
favorite green villain with flashing eyes
whispered in the caves of the double-faced.
double-face remembered the acid wash, flicked his coin
and squirmed and screamed in green jungles
as he heard and lived in his head
how the bodies ripped and the blood rained
not even pretty little asian wife could set him down.
they crossed over an ocean to forget the red skies
and drop his name to become an unknown
train the eager new dude with the raybans on hand
as they crushed bugs under their shiny black shoes
and messed with people’s heads
with their bright flashy thingies.
and oh yes, the cool dude also happened to save the world
from annihilation with the help of the fly.
white flat screen bright silence breathes
monotone humdrum riffs of clacking keys
no play all work in our bodies embed
pen scratch paper rip thought train suspend
lazy daisy imagines great heights
flower child inside seeks alternative high
tiny electric black box materialize
lazy daisy dares to amplify
radio head waves invade implode
jack up turn up unleash withhold
high up we streak down hard we drive
neck bobs knuckle cracks beatnick jive
clear skies, wings high, here we go…
(silence breeds peculiarity.)
draw curtain, open scene
quick itchy nimble fingers
proxify me, baby.
fuck we’re blocked, baby.
bye bye friendsters.
next time we’ll proxify me to kingdom come.
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just a brief background on this post, lest you (whoever you are) conceive in your minds that i am simply rambling incoherently about things (which i probably am, but mind you they make perfect sense to me). the beloved friendster site has been unfortunately blocked by our IT dept (evil, conniving creatures that they are) and so my fellow workers and i had to resort to using proxy servers in order to access the wretched website and feed our friendster addiction. proxify.com was such a server but it was only good for a few days coz those proxify people things decided to charge fees. whatever. now i’m waiting word on the next proxy server to use. tsk, why on earth am i explaining myself to you?
i am pregnant silence
supernova of thoughts
fingers running marathons on the keyboard
letters, words dripping out of my skin
race, race the electric speed train
fingers working, working, working…
i am carpal-tunnel-syndrome’s next bitch.
i have lost it. i have lost my grasp. i have lost my words. i cannot write anymore. maybe it’s because i am no longer drowning in my own dark thoughts. maybe it’s because i have somehow crawled out of the hole i had dug myself into. it seems sunlight killed whatever creativity was growing inside my head. what now?
apparently this blog thing has been going on for ages. hello.