just a soft push of the tongue out into infinity

n@foou.net — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 22:15:18 GMT

jumbled, scrambled
etc.

n@foou.net — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 06:39:34 GMT

if i could bottle and sell this feeling that i have right now,
it would be

a bottle of air

slightly salty, plain, boring, empty, air

n@foou.net — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 04:54:23 GMT

i would like to take an island through the drive through for a frosty.

n@foou.net — Thu, 14 May 2009 04:24:05 GMT

i am going to believe in renewal

n@foou.net — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 00:58:20 GMT

sometimes i flip the lights off to see if it's dark outside

yep.

it's dark out.

n@foou.net — Sun, 05 Apr 2009 01:58:08 GMT

may not eat your spaghetti
but would eat your fish fingers

n@foou.net — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 05:40:18 GMT

its just like

i could jump across from house to house
with black birds below
i could see that your spirit was not in your body

i could see

its just like

n@foou.net — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 21:07:05 GMT

llook at your hands unoccupied
\//\

n@foou.net — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 20:21:10 GMT

n@foou.net — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 08:37:35 GMT

oxyclean for an oxymoron

n@foou.net — Sat, 31 Jan 2009 07:12:26 GMT

n@foou.net — Sun, 03 Jun 2007 09:04:13 GMT

the first thing that you saw when you awoke was the rain and the lights and the rain's misty soul enveloping it all. you saw your legs and your thighs and his tongue sliding around on your skin looking for your orgasm. you never could decipher the magic of the feelings that you had on the day that you were born when you tore space and time apart and were bonded with this world. you fall back asleep under the soft misty soul of the rain.

n@foou.net — Mon, 16 Apr 2007 01:56:40 GMT

never think about
anything but
vibrating love
and spiders who
make their new homes
right on top of
the things that you love
and
your movements are
the images spun into
my brains simple attempts
to move them away
you even shake your soul
and blank out all of
the bleeding wolven tongues
that salivate all over you
and the light is so bad that
it does not become you
it cannot be your saviour
or even help at all

n@foou.net — Sun, 15 Apr 2007 01:09:57 GMT

i thought it would be sweet to eat it off of a candy cloud but now it's not even quite as much fun as laying around used to be in the woodgrain with sawdust in my eyes i started to rub them and felt it burn you burn you make me rubbbb bubbub

n@foou.net — Thu, 01 Jun 2006 07:15:24 GMT

guess who's up at 3am again
chchchasing the ghosts of stomach pitter patters
like, motherfucker, you could see into my soul right now man
it is so transparent
like sheets of plastic money
and we all know that money makes the world spin on its axis until it vomits

how did you find me,
soft collision
you have a collapsing galaxy
all in your eyes

he said that his feet did not so much float
as they did have no feeling at all

n@foou.net — Mon, 27 Mar 2006 01:45:55 GMT

to claim my destiny
i must become a ghost
and haunt your motherfucking souls
from behind the walls
or the next room over

little noises
whispering in loud
moaning rawrs

n@foou.net — Wed, 08 Feb 2006 18:08:06 GMT

nobody loves a maddened soul who, in his red cocoon,
howls upward inside his own head at night
at the moon which drips its fluid
movement all around
for only certain eyes to see.

n@foou.net — Sat, 01 Oct 2005 08:37:35 GMT

i unlock my eyes out into themselves and with every kind of essence they pour out rays of light that can cut if i so desire. i am locked away in my own internal essence. the things that i tried that are so easily done now with a wave of my hand. my nimble fingers like spider webs that are full of holes. i wanted your mystery. the sun shining down with a broken chord that shatters itself every day. over and over you would stare up into the sun and wonder if it was really burning your retinas. there is so much that i can pick up on if i stick my hands down into someone's soul.

n@foou.net — Thu, 29 Sep 2005 03:01:28 GMT

i will birth
what is unbirthable
with my baby eyes
and my infantile soul
and into your womb
i will push
until you swallow me whole

n@foou.net — Sun, 25 Sep 2005 09:15:08 GMT

i get to be invisible
because you have to hide me
and hurry me out the door

i get to be invisible
i get to ride away
in a ship with a hole in it

i get to kiss your hair
while you sleep
but only for a little while

and lust is a demon
a shape shifter
but i can't pay the devil's fee

i can only run away
unafraid and ready
to be washed clean away

n@foou.net — Tue, 20 Sep 2005 19:11:10 GMT

all of this grey
will disappear
into a blur of red
and you will tongue kiss an angel
each night
before you go to bed

i am not a lover. i am more like a minor intruder in your house.

n@foou.net — Sun, 21 Aug 2005 07:08:07 GMT

let all the pretty ones find each other
and i will find myself
bound
to a burning entity in space
wild and abandoned
with blades of fire
from tongues forked out into oblivion

yes let all the pretty ones find each other
because i ugly myself awake
for hours
and we become old together
and abandon each other again

yes let all the pretty ones find each other
and take pretty pictures
of their sex
and of their love
and of eternal youth
spent in joy
paid for with fluttering hearts
and violent eyes moving

yes let all the pretty ones find each other
while i create my own fake
ups
and downs
alone
but wholly unaware
of true innocence

yes find each other
because i am unchained
fire spewing from my eyes
can you not see it

n@foou.net — Sun, 21 Aug 2005 06:33:37 GMT

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n@foou.net — Mon, 15 Aug 2005 04:31:46 GMT

n@foou.net — Sat, 23 Apr 2005 20:33:13 GMT

don't talk shit about psychics. they can probably hear you.