Tag Archives: badlands
To know myself, a rogue aggregate of loving atoms, a happy shivering clusterfuck of luminous baubles banded together to forge and assume an alleged identity, no papers or pulpit required, to fulfill an arc, and heart-guided directives, to be a … Continue reading
At the true pulpit, Silence reigns, speaking volumes– To praise, we listen.
Eden as live bait, we fall hook line and sinker– Epitaph for love.
Is this what Adam and Eve felt like, outcasts in their own backyard? In this wasteland would you just screw and screw and screw, the desperate conjugation of the lonely and damned, trying to screw your way out of the … Continue reading
Epic announcement forthcoming about commandments to be scratched onto stone tablets like Eden acid jazz for badland sinners in nuclear raincoats (stream: Wholly Moses the remix on Godify.)
In the beginning, there were no words.
On the day I landed on Asteroid B-9 and wandered around for a short eternity without a sighting, I asked the Silence if it had said seen the Little Prince to which the Silence responded not at all. The Little … Continue reading
Mapping the bluest eye through a cave-dwelling perspective alighted.
Anatomy of an Ab-Ex blueprint for anarchic matter, or, how the viral network of Jackson Pollock’s warlock nerves & bones masquerade as kindling for future paintings and tomes.