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2012-02-26T07:24:00.001-08:00

2011-12-12T18:01:00.000-08:00

2011-07-19T08:38:00.000-07:00

2011-07-03T09:34:00.000-07:00

Around Now Suddenly Walking With A Snowy Heat

2011-04-21T10:24:00.000-07:00

new zine titled "The Man Who Took Off His Clothes And Sat On His Friend's Clothes"

2011-04-21T10:13:00.000-07:00

I make movies and seperate them all

2011-04-11T15:41:00.000-07:00

tackling nervousness with the vertebrae of napping

2011-03-27T16:10:00.000-07:00

look at your age spots, make ready the position of darts

2011-03-12T19:04:00.000-08:00

the grasps that leave me shaking and afraid to make syringes

2011-03-05T11:27:00.000-08:00

brown lunch

2011-02-06T09:08:00.000-08:00

the palest tinsel heart paws sleep

2011-02-05T10:10:00.000-08:00

with a goliath at my ripped love petal

2011-01-30T15:48:00.000-08:00

actually fleeing like they do have the same people

2011-01-23T12:53:00.000-08:00

rocketship shit

2011-01-12T10:46:00.000-08:00

checking doorknob sausage in the eye woods

2011-01-08T14:04:00.001-08:00

2011-01-01T20:43:00.000-08:00

2011-01-01T18:49:00.000-08:00

Diamonds

2010-12-24T07:01:00.000-08:00

2010-12-18T14:39:00.000-08:00

2010-12-11T07:57:00.000-08:00

2010-11-28T11:13:00.000-08:00

The frog canopy hours dreams his starlit fur to rub lazy child sleep songs of faint wide grocery silk. The trees of our over throws prepare for the losing taste of our mustache in the deep cooler of the softest ridges.

The same hands of miracles sought to blame on near poll run ins with the same sweaty heat of our nude.

For the intro to our lives now when we kiss and cabin call the names of our lives keep shaving.

The pasture disease lit faith with wrought wonders as a love scene felt thoroughly by the participants hands.

And the cold robin drops high in the whisks of our animals desire.

The saved up bodies of spells put on these trains of a left nations really find their placement in the spot behind the lowered apartment for life.

The night on the ears with the jungle kissing spot lifted vines.

Quickening mother prints develop saintly hark sired by the mold in your hairdo's rain.

The radiant hems of these Broadway perisons sleep canopy sleep-throws of lazy child sleep songs and deep interlocking heart rays of faulty infant streets.

And the stars that just hang onto the very inebriation that sets their information down.

Let the tunnel walk with both eyes earing to the sweet movements of the light on the ices behind ourselves.

Willing items in the bread's last submarine feeling likened to the clothed female hat dripping purple good luck goggles.

Fail attempts to drink stuff heads down napsacks creatures.

Mix the face shrine drinky with slow-casing the floating wing kennel.

Beckoning from the adopted memory of your bathed and smeared prom dancer.

Cancel streams ghost small entry in the date-light saunter of isles.

A layer of tights that has a monster or a brother in the love of his hands.

Going up into of the crib where we beckon to the top nasty heat to feast and skit with gradient measles.

Pull their wants to our knive's kid with dancing-in tilted towards the collar of a poured through dog brain.

Embarrassed triangles of cut up rivers building cloud drool gurneys with the unused till going into the boos of our nightingales.

Missed promises still fill link spit with shirtless golf swings.

Into the silty love of this page holds first drab goodness.

Along the floor of our really loosely impact the earrings of our bus departures moved around inside the day down long reach pressure of his arms.

Sipping ear forts turning my range licks down.

The chokes of our dreams under floating legs so straightly going over by the hard dog food.

Dilapidated shrieks down drippy side winding ladder smiles of this pair's deep cheeks.

Lipping the soiled hung star tag the mother of old glistening when the feet tree comes and dreams.

We trade differences in the same way we scold hoping.

Running through the rain with ageless serpents in tow.

In the love callers cabin where the sound seems big and the bum inclusion goes discussed.

2010-11-28T11:00:00.000-08:00

The man with his face in the huddle of a floating wink bomb shell. The tallest one leads and with the best fur. Skating across the real globe to find the good air at the top of the real balloon's nature. Scared for uterus house protectant in the slave dreams of my face. Down and under the message of a tunnel for the blonde silence you signs those permissing gateway nuggets with your wrinkled face. The function of a tail through the light of a spinning angel and the deep angel goddess can't see past the medical buildings. There are some windows painted with flea throats. The sun on cabin tinted faces like wasted forgiveness in the radio dial of a shirtless rodent's free fall.

A preacher who is really getting into his high entrails about an issue dwelling in close proximity to the stars. Both hands swat at browse in the husky night. Mind as taste so the liquid of his indian's light. I love my life and my lie and to be this old and feel the liquid person floaters down and under the hot strawberry erections of a brief lawn chair's hot mild eye. Like a rainy dropped hand in the crutch swings of a possible crustacean on the liquid ears of a see through groin. Or a religious genital toupee with the eyes of a saw going all around the house like a healthy reporter waiting for the changed end of an old wet bike.

Trying to sleep it fitting the angles into the lowered eyes of our heads. A tilted reseptacle of night all over the green sharp feeling of ears.

2010-11-28T10:44:00.000-08:00

The feeling of the rubber going past our knee is making the normal impression go out into the street and try to have a medical encounter. Its wet backpack addition causes the stapled toes to button. The contact of both sleeve acids reflects onto the stance moves of teens.

Spelling the lick betweens of nuts have to really pool on the reverberations of a sweaty group of bubbles at the top of a screen door in the distance with canine watch insertions hooking on the patient rock death. Pigeons of claws getting fresh air leaves pumped into their relatives as fire. To grimace a thousand spots in a day’s bank wall gathered festival for real just in passion. Earth flagellations drip into pools of sun tanned clouds. The light on the spectacle see through canopy of a joystick that's delivered in a hand for the sake of the elms at our fence crouch. Meadows that can only be sleeves sipped as side profiles of their real flesh.

Forgiveness to see the wire head struts fill the creamy side grass in its natural form with some sweet wine holders beverage to cup around the faces. Shirt spike rot can't stop mutters from collapsing triangle babies. On top of your sleeping places lightning behind some sheets that we sleep on with our arms around each other’s breathing. The thing that you kiss and suck on in the dark bench head is the wood through organs of sipped buildings. A squirm where the ribbons of fox hole purses slip and drum to the ice cream hanging off the roofs of cars. For an attempt down the darkness pockets of a real stem the sour middle bulges inside with some angels in the star heap looking up magazines. The bodies of their jocky tree nets looked through the old muscle in the angels rubies. Birds that go fourth out of their metal shells to twix on indifferent soil with the out staple head stilting its attempt into reddened lime crane meanderings of sought head robotic pencil flesh.

To caress past the leaflets of a boiler parties graft of tires softly folding their shoulders as we embrace our legs and really try to catch the shirt going over our still warm mucus. Satisfied holding the elephant robes at our digger dreams the tank shapes folds and perks my siring eye brown flanks and jettisons. Furnaces to lock snake bags of sleeping toll masters vibrant height spot tongue furniture portals of dropped red plastic into lines gunshot blades of the milk in your purring eye. The old ocean feeling in the part of my sexual perimeter avoids sprite order microphones cast from your loose mustache spring.

Saying the river of our adjacent leaf diaper has piss ways for telling island castle dew. The field of our numbers convince gain happenstance west umbilical moon. Foretold banker heat to the noise of this turning disco mood going beneath our frames as we give ribbons to scratched off arm pickles. Shovels cans solder heat works off the blended face asking whether his backwards tape found death. The upstream version of a rock hiding its scalp.

The vests of our loins emit a faint steam to vowel the dreary freezer from blood to sparked wood gushes in the summer of a dream where the lemonade arrives coal shackled adjusting taut elevator corners to slip inside the darkness of a melon's surprise dock snow. Their taste floats the dire notes to tongue tip bones from shoulders. And streams of scorching suds to the light of a faded perfume where we sit by the rock death of a solid man holding his back seat up to view the shades of glory. A mountain where the tears of disembodied light have a certain ear to the same picture in my body. With the steeple bombs in perfect christ and my secret pale hernia in the garden of a journals libido peeling the width graft umbilicals the versions into the holes of our lemons penciled. Trueness and the fleet brief struts often kissing to bear wail beneath the tilting sing foot pockets of chewed up dishwasher traps. Hole spurts going down to find old trunks in the hamburger machine's assailed spurts. Safer rag parlor connections flow squinted into turned around fortitude and the hurt to stroke collapse in the tail of a knight that has his lit muzzle in the casket of an ear toe. Dying time with a cyst in spigots punched. For tired to the light gruff taste of a trying what singular promise goes to the light first decided on.

Leaning product we sweat over photos in the light of a thermometers table pelt.