Santa and Jesus – Self-Esteem.
Tag: surreal
Santa and Jesus – Self-Esteem.
Santa and Jesus – Self-Esteem.
Santa and Jesus – Guilt II.
Santa and Jesus – Guilt II.
Santa and Jesus – Guilt.
Santa and Jesus – Guilt.
Santa and Jesus – Wracked.
Santa and Jesus – Wracked.
Santa and Jesus – Song.
Santa and Jesus – Song.
Santa and Jesus – Dash.
Santa and Jesus – Dash.
Santa and Jesus – Details.
Santa and Jesus – Details.
Santa and Jesus – Passive Aggressive.
Santa and Jesus – Passive Aggressive.
Santa and Jesus – Apologies.
Santa and Jesus – Apologies.
Santa and Jesus – Guilt II.
Santa and Jesus – Guilt.
Santa and Jesus – Wracked.
Santa and Jesus – Song.
Santa and Jesus – Dash.
Santa and Jesus – Details.
Santa and Jesus – Passive Aggressive.
Santa and Jesus – Apologies.
Santa and Jesus – Names.
Santa and Jesus – Names.
Santa and Jesus – Regret.
Santa and Jesus – Regret.
Santa and Jesus – Names.
Santa and Jesus – Regret.
Santa and Jesus – Plans.
Santa and Jesus – Plans.
Santa and Jesus – Lost.
Santa and Jesus – Lost.
Santa and Jesus – Plans.
Santa and Jesus – Lost.
Santa and Jesus – Theft.
Santa and Jesus – Theft.
Santa and Jesus – Leaving.
Santa and Jesus – Leaving.
Santa and Jesus – Excuses.
Santa and Jesus – Leaving.
Santa and Jesus – Small Talk.
Santa and Jesus – Small Talk.
Santa and Jesus – The Morning After.
Santa and Jesus – The Morning After.
Santa and Jesus – Theft.
I haven’t posted for a while.
Here’s a Christmas themed story.
Merry Seasons Greetings.
Santa and Jesus – Theft.
I haven’t posted for a while.
Here’s a Christmas themed story.
Merry Seasons Greetings.
Santa and Jesus – The Morning After.
Santa and Jesus – Theft.
I haven’t posted for a while.
Here’s a Christmas themed story.
Merry Seasons Greetings.
Build a Robot (Tactical Version) | RoboteX
So you can build your own police surveillance robot.
That’s an unusual thing.
This is where Skynet begins.
Build a Robot (Tactical Version) | RoboteX
So you can build your own police surveillance robot.
That’s an unusual thing.
This is where Skynet begins.
The Watermeloning.
Dripping maw of meaty red
Do not look in that cave of dread
We Ope’d the Fruit
And so it bled.
Oh Dreaded Fruit of Rotten Red.
The Watermeloning.
Dripping maw of meaty red
Do not look in that cave of dread
We Ope’d the Fruit
And so it bled.
Oh Dreaded Fruit of Rotten Red.
Magical Weirdness from brilliant Cate Le Bon (my favourite Welsh Lady of All Time) on St. David’s Day. I defy you not to love this.
Magical Weirdness from brilliant Cate Le Bon (my favourite Welsh Lady of All Time) on St. David’s Day. I defy you not to love this.
Another strange sign taped to the lamppost at Fullerton and Western today. This one is particularly Darger-esque.
life is always much more than art.
Another strange sign taped to the lamppost at Fullerton and Western today. This one is particularly Darger-esque.
life is always much more than art.
Snap-shot.
*
When the sky, for brief moments, stops.
Leaves no longer rustle as, briefly
Everything ceases. Drops
Of molten reality, unceasingly serene,
Drip, in shimmering uncertainty,
Sluggishly down like some surreal stream.
*
He drinks in that empty moment.
Savouring it as some trans-
Ient truth he knows must melt. Penitent
Yet, despite the gloating ignorance
Of the Hollow Ones, with their tidy, superfluous
Charm. That icicle spear glance
*
Shatters the moon-pool calm,
Like dreams twisting the empty ill-
Usions of a drenched emerald balm.
Now, creaking Time, casually recommence
In your random, untidy precision, kill-
Ing with every division all sense.
Toast-Footed God Monster.
Semolina sperm boy eating
A dated doughnut porn ring.
Do you cry in your acid tears
Bitch child? Whip-crack shifting gears
Accelerate’s the corporate worm
To a feverish wet-squirm.
Capitalist Whore-F****r.
The subtle noise of
A kangaroo exploding
In the twilight heat.
Creamed hardness of tof-
Fee, desperately kneading
The supple dough, with each criminal beat.
Twitching Rigid
A moist fuck
In the temple of taboo.
Siamese duck
Made into stew.
–
Suck drenched wet cunt
As, after dinner, grandparents
Ruttingly grunt
In their political tents.
The Marxist Ferret
Frying pan clam-shut cat
Drives me, distancing future from that
Future I planned on my vernal mat.
–
Torpor conquers my feverish terror
In a rigid battle to close the door.