Little Pieces Of The Real

Cyberspace Battle-star Author-astro-ship Galactica 

coming no where soon

in an imaginary universe of hallucinations

where all perversions, universally accepted

and the doors of perception

burnt to a crisp

and the music,

oh the music

of the screeching black cat

is better than 

any ejaculation fixation

of your corpse bride

cause in this fantasy

the stand-ins multiply

God cannot change destiny

so with your finger on the button

Nature's laws remain in night

Zizek said, let fantasmatic reincarnation be

and electricity ignite! 

  

all false, no truth.

The World Forgetting, By The World Forgot

Jackpot

They say you’re  a lucky man when you inherit a great sum of money I spent it all on a gun the thing is, that red light wasn’t a part of the plan I just wanted to blow a hole in my brain to get a piece of mind instead I got a second chance.

Art: James Rosenquist

Glue, You, Sticks, Fuck It...

this whole time

i thought i was shooting

arrows from bows

and bullets from pistols

and taking stabs and jabs

with swords and knives

but when i look at my hands

all i have is a rubber band

and i really fucking suck

at shooting it.

Photography: Mary Ellen Mark