Sunday, July 27, 2008

of contact lenses and existentialism

This ticks me off.

----- rant on capitalism + distasteful profanity -------

the forms

cast life


lifetime guaranteed


cracked with graffiti

of peaceful protest

never break

nor give, but


fetus, purple with lack of air

gasping, forced into vice grips

of common practice

bones crack but not break

blood, oils the machine

then wrapped, pulled tight

left to heal

on cold streets

visited by vagabonds and bums

drinking liquor

by light of fires, burning old shoes



And so another joins this growing merry band. Name's San. I'm the philosopher sailor. The world confuses me. Manic insanity, you see? So... Instead of arson, I write.
Onwards and upwards,

Saturday, July 26, 2008


MY blog, in fact. I am now an internet person, I guess. Whether or not this a good thing, I do not know. I am very concerned about this. Perhaps I should consult a doctor.

Well, first off, I should introduce myself. I suppose I am a poet-writer-photographer-guy, who just lives as life would have it. I feel that this is a good thing. Please contact me if you have an issue with this. You readers should know, I started this blog without knowing exactly what I'm going to do with it. Expect a little bit of everything.

Well, I think that sums it all up. Happy reading, folks!