06 September 2009

{ 02.04 } .. . eurus

a woofer to re-joyce

in the spirit of certitude I disclaim all manners of incisive carousal for all that can be achieved through the thorough explications is a brief cessation of the relentless dissipation an end that is endless but with a piquant and loquacious delirium borne of the unseemly union between certainty and the sexy flux of instability for even if I were to endeavour attempt or otherwise contrive to unearth an unvarnished shellacking of one of the undeniable truths I would still fall short of such vertiginous ambition only by resigning myself to the uncaring vicissitudes of unmediated synaptic connections can I truly be funiculared to a higher state an unceasing emblem which marks my feeble declarations as a three-legged dog would in the leashed outing we laughingly termed free will for at the end of that very long and excruciating epoch of tawdry episodes there would not be the satisfaction of truly knowing that yes her perfume was worth the almost comically quick dispensation with any semblance of a moral
code because it was so so much easier to give into those baser instinctive predilections and let those feelings ride as long as we can stand the incontinence of my words the messy expulsion of unhinged thoughts the banality of my venal urges in the event that there is a slim chance that a sense of order should somehow reveal itself then it is more than obvious that it could only be yes yes yes


spiral scratch
the great speckled bird .. . { the monroe brothers, the essential bill monroe and the monroe brothers }
my lonely sad eyes .. . { them, featuring van morrison }
payback .. . { leeroy stagger, depression river }



05 September 2009

{ 02.03 } .. . notus

good morning judge

He walks through town with a wooden metre stick in his hand, leading a white-haired dog with a semi-shaved flank. He sings to himself in a tuneless tra-la-la. Today, he feels contained; today he is miming data, a soft pursuit of shapely patterns. There are matters to discuss, he thinks, accounts to be reconciled. Lies to entwine into a sturdier rope to dangle from.

Where should we go, how should we get there, very vexing. A tidal wave of questions that threatens to swamp his consciousness. Leaves him floundering with inaction. Verbs escape him. It is the perpetual now.


spiral scratch
oxford comma .. . { vampire weekend }
you’re pretty good looking (for a girl) .. . { the white stripes, de stijl }
i don’t know enough about you .. . { peggy lee }