Subscribe to Toylit

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

North Korean Mystery House [#twitterfoundpoem, October 12, 2010]

North Korean Mystery House [#twitterfoundpoem, October 12, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

a hilarious tragedy.
North Korea’s hair apparent,
elevator shoes apparent,
the two dumbest rappers on the planet apparent,
in da MC escher house.
all the stairs are all fucked up
the two dumbest rappers on the planet
MC un and il.
like the ma bell
and The un Uncanny il Ill Communication.
trapped inside with the youngest son trapped inside with
a fresh public appearance.
MC escher in da house.
living is so hard to do when all the dimensions
are all fucked up and trapped inside with all fucked up
and We are all fucked up and trapped inside with all fucked up We
while MC un and il and escher
are living so hard they fucked up all the dimensions.





Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Monday, October 11, 2010

Trash Cycle [Today's News Poem, October 11, 2010]

Trash Cycle [Today's News Poem, October 11, 2010]

Elsewhere, they're landfilling
Lots for the offices:
Lead in the firmament
Sweating the excesses
Deeper than rivulets,
Under the glamorous
Surface of glossiness.
Closing the aperture,
Snapping the elements
Shut, with a fiberglass
Shield as the leftovers
Sprout up as carriers
Bearing the heaviest
Metals: the flowers of
Chromium, mercury.
Likewise its counterpart
Demonstrates streamlining.
Empty aluminum
Can with a colorful
Sham: who can emulate
Joy much less paint it on
Drinks? Is it currency?

"Hungarian police today arrested the managing director of the aluminum company behind the spill of toxic sludge that killed eight people, drove dozens from their homes and threatened to pollute the Danube River."
—Phil Cain, The Christian Science Monitor, October 11, 2010
http://www.csmonitor.com/World/Europe/2010/1011/Hungary-arrests-executive-connected-to-red-sludge-spill

Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Symbol Equation for Fail [#twitterfoundpoem, October 11, 2010]

Symbol Equation for Fail [#twitterfoundpoem, October 11, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

know the word and symbol equation for rape
and put in a box full of acid?
Biochemical Equation by Wu-Tang?
Oh yeah right man. lol it feels that way too.
know the word and symbol equation for gender identifiers
that remove "man" from the equation?
"THERES ALOT MORE WIGGLE ROOM!!!!"
BAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....
Oh yeah that is the one.
I see u want to start a Catalyst:
some sort of mnemonic for a physics equation.
HAVE YOU GUYS TRIED Biochemical identifiers???!!
Don't worry because most men suck at playing the game
CALLED LIFE and don't know how to do much of anything.
In the future, everyone will be a fucking awful human being for 15 minutes
but Don't worry. THERES a word and symbol equation for everything.
(shakes hips) BAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.



Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Terra Cotta Panzer [Today's News Poem, October 10, 2010]

Terra Cotta Panzer [Today's News Poem, October 10, 2010]

Once upon a time a funny mustache called his armies forth,
Buried them alive in stone and rode a horse to pearly teeth,
Yielding gates inside the clouds—a grin for all eternity.
Terra cotta army men and tanks that come in thirty four
Types with treads that grind the helmet into skulls and fertilize
Wheat, whatever—never mind, who needs a reason? Excellence:
What we choose is what it's meant to be. So decorate the bricks—
Monuments of skulls make lovely testaments to life before
Endings peel away the carcass, leaving nothing more than bones;
Photographs will burn and parchment dusts the stones of history:
Death is everlasting, true, but empires leave behind a scar.

"Twittergate is the hottest new conspiracy theory out of the conservative blogosphere. Yesterday, Glenn Beck's news site, The Blaze, posted an epic YouTube video which purports to expose a massive conspiracy by Democrats to take over Twitter: "DID DEMOCRATS HIRE A ‘TWITTER-THUG' TO SMEAR THE TEA PARTY?" The Blaze asks."
—Adrian Chen, Gawker, Oct 9, 2010 02:16 PM
http://gawker.com/5659351/twittergate-how-internet-jerks-pranked-the-tea-party

"A Republican candidate is at the centre of an election outcry after he was caught posing in a Nazi uniform."
—David Gardner, Mail Online, Last updated at 1:21 AM BST, on 11th October 2010
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1319438/Rich-Iott-Tea-Party-candidate-dresses-Nazi-SS-soldier-weekends.html





Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Hot Bean Injection [#twitterfoundpoem, October 10, 2010]

Hot Bean Injection [#twitterfoundpoem, October 10, 2010]
http://gawker.com/5659351/twittergate-how-internet-jerks-pranked-the-tea-party
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem



Blessed art thou, Lord our beandog,
who has tattooed thy visage upon our buttcheeks
and slathered them with bacon grease
and KY jelly, who has made a sandwich
of our ANUSES;
Blessed art thou for thy hot bean injection,
...Happy days...
Blessed be Wall Street, for it also enjoys
ADVENTURING UP PEOPLES ANUSES
to discover our hollowed out buttcheeks
are filled with cartoon people on the internet.
Very grateful that the Holy Spirit came INSIDE
my anal vagina this morning and hollowed me out
with a corrosive Holy Spirit hot bean creamcheese injection,
against my will (saudi style),
on this Holy morning of Bean Day:
for the beandog, it's what's on the INSIDE that counts.


Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Saturday, October 09, 2010

Faith in the Juggernaut [Today's News Poem, October 9, 2010]

Faith in the Juggernaut [Today's News Poem, October 9, 2010]

What did we build? A titanium frame for our sky?
Ribbons of stone that we polished then trampled?
Temple we pushed on a gut-slickened path,
Boring through faithful: obsessed
Always with rescue?

Even the gold is prepared to subject to the bell.
Trees show devotion by shearing then bearing
Prayers on their corpses. The wheel must be red,
Lest it cease spinning and pause—
Motionless value.



"Pressure mounted for lenders to halt foreclosures this week as state officials look into the latest home loan scandal, so-called robosigning of foreclosure documents. "
—Laurie Kulikowski, The Street, 10/09/10 - 08:12 AM EDT
http://www.thestreet.com/story/10884387/1/foreclosure-follies-weekly-financial-recap.html

"China's central bank governor Zhou Xiaochuan hit out at rich countries on Saturday, telling the International Monetary Fund that high debts, low interest rates and unconventional stimulus policies were a fundamental global problem and a headache for emerging nations."
—Reuters, Sat Oct 9, 2010 12:47pm EDT
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE6981MA20101009



Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

They Love Ur Body, But I Love Your Brainsss [#twitterfoundpoem, October 9, 2010]

They Love Ur Body, But I Love Your Brainsss [#twitterfoundpoem, October 9, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

sneeze half of my brains ----- love this
my Preciousss. OH YES MY Preciousss.
Incredible Maybe, reclining blue nude
with my brainsss..... .
my Jackson Pollock Brainssss all over the wall.
recline with me Preciousss..... .
Don't forget to remember ur brainsss
that you lost in the battle my Preciousss!
I thought that I emptied my mind
of me brainsss OH MY Preciousss!
Don't feel blue MY Preciousss.
I Don't want your Preciousss blue nude
I just want ur Preciousss brainsss.
Some type of zombie or demon or something
can finish you later.
they love your body
But I love your YES OH MY GOD, YES brainsss!

Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Friday, October 08, 2010

Chinese Brain Rape [Today's News Poem, October 8, 2010]

Chinese Brain Rape [Today's News Poem, October 8, 2010]

Slip into rohypnol.
Surge breakers, measuring
Prizes, conflict—read the meter.
Don't redact what deletes itself.

Null. Nothing measured? Then
Less nothing gained for you.
Charge the photons on my credit.
Gentlemen will forget you too.

"With news media across the globe reacting to this year's Nobel Peace Prize announcement, authorities in the winner's homeland are racing to delete his name from all public domains. Type "Liu Xiaobo" -- or "Nobel Peace Prize," for that matter -- in search engines in China and hit return, you get a blaring error page."
—Steven Jiang, CNN, October 8, 2010 1:25 p.m. EDT
http://www.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/asiapcf/10/08/china.internet/

ps: http://toylit.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-china-i-found-this-in-memory-hole.html

Hey China! I found this in the memory hole:

http://www.cnd.org/June4th/massacre.html
I like your tanks: 



Dan Rather had to interrupt Pee-Wee's Playhouse to show me your cool T-72s (those are T-72s, right?) flattening real people. Cowboy Curtis can't top that!



I have a deal: since I'm a safe distance away from the mobile execution buses, maybe you wouldn't mind it if I posted some pictures of the Tiananmen Square Massacre on here. I also would like to tell you about Falun-Gong and how you can shed ten to eighty years off your life expectancy by practicing it on the mainland.



Alas, you people are in big trouble insofar as your currency is backed by rapidly depreciating dollars. Remember 1998? I guess you can't remember something that was censored, but I do. Your economy has all the symptoms those other economies had back then... right now. Guess what? If you ignore the party bosses and just try to live your life, the shit they do in Beijing is going to thwart whatever you're trying to do right now... in about 6-18 months. The real problem of course is that the time to have fixed your structural economic problems was probably way back in 1989, or maybe 1998 at latest. Now you're up about two trillion in dollar assets that you can't sell. Thanks. I really enjoy the low inflation.



So party bosses may have censored images of tanks massacring students, for 'sake of the state,' but I assure you, you'll be seeing many tanks in the near future.



Anyhow, I guess my point was simply: I love your culture and its contributions to civilization, but your government is going to be the death of you and me too if you don't do something soon.



Also, I just hate censorship as a rule and I know some of you sneak over here to read all the news that's shit, in print.


Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

A Greek Chorus of Beandogs Casts Judgment on @GregWHoward [#twitterfoundpoem, October 8, 2010]

A Greek Chorus of Beandogs Casts Judgment on @GregWHoward [#twitterfoundpoem, October 8, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

GregWHoward:

"Ive been traveling all day
and spent half the night with The police.
GUESS WHAT LESSON I'VE LEARNED!?
evil doesn't move slowly,
Neither do THE LOL COPS SUCKIIN WILD DICK.
it was very real last night for my family
and very special. You have no idea what happened this morning
to my DICK: Rigor Amortis by a cop."

chorus:

"to have been screwed over and to death somehow by a cop,
—yeah, it's just like that: highly ordinary and impersonal
WILD DICK and A last night with disgusting police flesh.
Fuck the police once again.."



Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Thursday, October 07, 2010

Learned Helplessness in the Second Eden [Today's News Poem, October 7, 2010]

Learned Helplessness in the Second Eden [Today's News Poem, October 7, 2010]

Everything's pressurized: contents may burst.
Fungus and viruses kill-off the bees. Let's we
aponize sky. It's a monitor, scrolling the fight
er jets buzzing the city of animal urges. Whe
re canines displace those children surviving w
here grass grows to rubber, and even the road
sounds like gunshots deleting the data. Weapo
nize life and determine the outcome of bumbl
es that fly past the cellophane flowers and dan
ce on a can; buzzed on the syrup. They're high
er than drunkards that live in aluminum-own a
nd even the flies are reclaiming the waste in th
is city, by hovering over them: angels of shit. Y
es, nature yields itself and its patterns to willful
protagonists: impressed with our ultimate medi
cine. Send us the flavor we've craved since the
cells burst in water. Before there were mammal
s or fish, there was flavor. It guided us swiftly u
p watersheds, into the forests. We rode Amanita
spores, licked by the wind. We gripped on the b
ase of the oaks where we capped ourselves deat
h—Phalloides. We traded a supper with animals
, eaten first, before we ate their livers in turn. Th
ey suffered? We cannot imagine. Construction,
        destruction; they merge into solvents of corn un
til there's a blessing: cathedrals of cola. The scal
        pel of money can fit in your pocket—it's the foa
m on the lager. You blessed salvation, you mute
        for the volume of hate that we scrambled receiv
ers are lauding. A poodle knocks over a child to
        bite out her neck on a lawn by the freeway, for
even the animals know to identify traps when they're in one.

"These findings implicate co-infection by IIV and Nosema with honey bee colony decline, giving credence to older research pointing to IIV, interacting with Nosema and mites, as probable cause of bee losses in the USA, Europe, and Asia. We next need to characterize the IIV and Nosema that we detected and develop management practices to reduce honey bee losses."
—PLoS One
http://www.plosone.org/article/info%3Adoi%2F10.1371%2Fjournal.pone.0013181

"Aluminum giant Alcoa Inc. (AA) posted stronger-than-expected third-quarter earnings Thursday as revenue rose on higher pricing and increasing demand that indicates the world's economy continues its slow recovery. "
—Matt Whittaker, Dow Jones Newswires, The Wall Street Journal, OCTOBER 7, 2010, 7:23 P.M. ET
http://online.wsj.com/article/BT-CO-20101007-715301.html

"Cognitive factors, particularly the role of expectation, are involved in another learning phenomenon, called learned helplessness. Learned helplessness was discovered by accident. Psychologists were trying to find out if classically conditioned responses would affect the process of operant conditioning in dogs. The dogs weere strapped into harnesses and then exposed to a tone (the neural stimulus) paired with an unpleasant, but harmless "
—Don H. Hockenbury & Sandra E. Hockenbury, Psychology 4th Edition, Worth Publishers 2006, Page 226, "
http://books.google.com/books?id=QS_sw7AfVDMC&pg=PA226&lpg=PA226&dq=psychology+experiment,+dog,+floor,+ele&source=bl&ots=2JtFSXlL_S&sig=V_f2PUhlfCH_fpqIPyujZPSe44E&hl=en&ei=rmCuTIe8NYX6swPzwIX-Cw&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=1&sqi=2&ved=0CBYQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&q&f=false

"According to Salon.com, which checked with David Radford, director of sales and marketing of BFD Corp., an outfit that makes advanced meat recovery machines: Yes, this is what mechanically separated chicken looks like. That means no, it’s probably not strawberry ice cream."
—LiveScience Staff, 07 October 2010 01:25 pm ET
http://www.livescience.com/strangenews/etc/mechanically-separated-chicken-photo-101007.html

Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Castration Nation vs Yo(ga) Mama [#twitterfoundpoem, October 7, 2010]

Castration Nation vs Yo(ga) Mama [#twitterfoundpoem, October 7, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

The Church of the Yoga moms arrested the police on a trumped-up/non-existent charge.
man, If their only intention was to kill And sell them eventually,
Why did they think that ordinary police doing ordinary police things
involves a crooked government?
Why did they feel it was necessary to include marital status and kill HUSBANDS?
The gospel of Yoga practice revolved around a "no police" mantra for the day.
The gospel of Yoga moms revolved around stylistic intentionality.
Is it sad that I think that Yoga moms are FASCISTS?
ommmm.
Is it sad that Yoga moms TAKE OVER THIS COUNTRY?
I think so.
They don't save the children.
They just fuck their HUSBANDS OVER.
They save their Vanity
and arrested their so wrinkled
husbands' penises.
they feel it necessary TO TAKE OVER penises
so, of course
Yoga practice revolved around a "no candy" mantra.
ommmm.
SMOTHER it.
ommmm.
save yourself.
ommmm... ommmm nom nom nom.


Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Wednesday, October 06, 2010

How Killers Are Different [Today's News Poem, October 6, 2010]

How Killers Are Different [Today's News Poem, October 6, 2010]

It's
Because I care if they come back—
For
Parting's the first of many deaths,
And
Only reconciliation
Can
Absolve me my guilty instincts:
For
These reasons, I cannot murder.

"Bayquni had previously admitted to police investigators that he had killed a total of 14 street children since 1998. Some of the victims were reportedly sodomized after they were killed, including Bayquni’s last victim, Ardiansyah... Bayquni’s trial has focused renewed attention on the plight of thousands of street children in the capital and elsewhere across the country."
- Bilhuda Haryanto, Jakarta Globe, October 07, 2010
http://www.thejakartaglobe.com/jakarta/jakarta-child-serial-killer-babe-escapes-death-penalty/400030

Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Apotemnophilia: Can't Wait! [#twitterfoundpoem, October 6, 2010]

Apotemnophilia: Can't Wait! [#twitterfoundpoem, October 6, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

Amputate my head, eh? What's the worst that can happen?
will i get feeling or movement back? time will tell!
Laughing at amputation... dude read up amputation:
You cannot amputate your way to destiny,
but I'm still working on it...
hopefully it might spare me from despair.
crap mixes with a sense of humor to amputate it! :)
Apotemnophilia: Can't wait!
Acrotomophilia: you Can't wait either!
Amputate my head, like Edmund Kemper.
I love how destructive It's getting at 100/hr.
drive, crash, and Amputate with a windshield.
it's so sexy. it's true love.
I'll Amputate my head while The nation faces real war
with humor, isolation,anxiety,lonliness and despair
while I leave you all behind.



Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Tuesday, October 05, 2010

Postdiluvian Metaphor [Today's News Poem, October 5, 2010]

Postdiluvian Metaphor [Today's News Poem, October 5, 2010]

The metaphors swelled with a season of blood;
And restless, they rose with the melt of the snow,
Undoing themselves as the wound was delivered
To gills of the fish—to their slack-jawed surprise.

Yes, metaphor's over; it gushes with mud;
A cauldron of bubbles; a mixture of dough:
An alkaline pasture for flocks that have shivered
Too long with a shepherd who still won't reprise

A cleansing with water.
The sheep come to slaughter.

“The Hungarian government declared a state of emergency in several towns on Tuesday, a day after a reservoir at an alumina production plant burst its banks, unleashing a flood of toxic red sludge that killed at least four people and injured more than 120, government officials said.”
– DAN BILEFSKY and JUDY DEMPSEY, The New York Times, Published: October 5, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/06/world/europe/06hungary.html



Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

We Passed Away [#twitterfoundpoem, October 5, 2010]

We Passed Away [#twitterfoundpoem, October 5, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

Toxic Sludge Floods Several Hungarian Towns
well Sure, There are plenty of Towns in the sea,
But There are also sharks, seaweed, and toxic waste.
high-end sludge for you, Mr,
and a very alkaline, very caustic pH 13
detergent for me. having trouble now with toxic mud???
this is just the beginning!
Fire crews contain toxic gas leak,
Authorities say crews successfully neutralised a toxic mud leak
with my detergent:
it happens all the time.
time is beginning to leak.
That's OK though.
I have to Demand trouble,
But settle for a clean t-shirt
and a very caustic detergent that could burn
through clothes and rock my socks off
my feet and feet off legs!!
my detergent engulfs towns & burns people through their clothes,
But That's OK because
ha ha I'm better than you.
You get toxic waste and mud,
But I get my detergent.
That's OK though.
We will rock feet off legs
But That's OK.
We pissed it all away.
We passed it all away.
We pass away.
hooray!!

Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Monday, October 04, 2010

Working Class Poets Do Not Teach At University [Today's News Poem, October 4, 2010]

Working Class Poets Do Not Teach At University [Today's News Poem, October 4, 2010]

Class is for school and I knew it; it's why
I rejected that sinecure calling
Dreamy and dozy ones; lovers of books.
If you've worked in an office, with muscle,
Dullness, or other depravity known
Or unknown; then you know what the meaning
Work can confer to the author of verse
And that tenure is nothing like trading
Minutes of life for permission to write;
Where obedience matters. With passions
Thwarted to squander potential, while work—
Of the genuine type—is enriching
Bosses who send off their offspring to school:
Where they learn, like their parents, that dullness
Probably's highest of virtues. They seek
To possess all the labor and sign-off
Work in their name. At the end of the day
A professor will trump a drowned city.
Darkies will stay as anonymous as
All those janitors cleaning those classrooms.
Philip Levine will stay canonized as
'Representative Work,' as the proof that
Laborers climb up the ivory spire
With those hands that they've calloused with labor;
Claiming the worker's his brother—a lie.
As a 'working class' poet, he owns me;
Struggle and all, as I scribble while work—
It's oppression—demands that I put down
Pen and get back to my purpose: to raise
Others up high while I stoop—and not conquer.

“The growth rate for small business employment continued rising in September but at a slower rate than the previous month, and hours worked and compensation remained essentially flat, according to a report Monday from Intuit Inc.”
– Kansas City Business Journal - by Silicon Valley / San Jose Business Journal, Monday, October 4, 2010, 2:12pm CDT
http://www.bizjournals.com/kansascity/stories/2010/10/04/daily5.html

“Search any two lines from the “Convention Centers” poems on aliveintruth.org, and the narratives they are lifted from will appear in full. Or visit the pages for Antoinette, Rachid L., Carol Y, Joyce W, Deborah J., and Tami J., and read the stories that McDaniel copied from, in their entirety.”
– Abe Louise Young, Poetry Foundation, 8.18.2010
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/journal/article.html?id=239906

“When disputes arise over the ownership of language, we can turn to the law, but copyright law is an irreconcilable muddle, and the law serves money first, organizations second, and justice rarely. ”
– Raymond McDaniel, Poetry Fundation, 8.18.2010
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/journal/article.html?id=239904

Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Chip Off the Old Goat [#twitterfoundpoem, October 4, 2010]

Chip Off the Old Goat [#twitterfoundpoem, October 4, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

The thing I dislike most when I'm looking4something
such as my head: I'm unaware I want/need it.
my wife says the baby has my 'very cute face.'
Now I can look forward to my taste buds
that our baby has, The spaces between baby fingers
and The spaces in my head and face.
I look at my baby and feel sad.
He looks JUST like my wife and I;
He looks JUST like a goat.
He has been spoilt and will expect such delight
He will never have again!
the lil dude will have a heart throb when he grows up
JUST like my wife and I
and will feel sad too!

Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Sunday, October 03, 2010

The Birds Wave Goodbye [Today's News Poem, October 3, 2010]

The Birds Wave Goodbye [Today's News Poem, October 3, 2010]

What is modernity, but mines and cement and the cables that carry the matter; the mass across the equator, around all this curvature? A serpent on lease. Do we ride on Ygdrassil, on Nidhogg? And planting ourselves on a motion that gnaws all those places we thought were secure, at the roots, at the base of this office of branches, we doze to aroma of lotus intoxicants. Meanwhile the elves and the trolls, all those ancients dismissed in our rush to build to the thunder (eruptions of praise as our rock-pile to heaven); they reach from a puddle of mud and they grasp us and yank on our ankles—connected to feet that have stepped on a loaf. And they pull us away from that gourd that had shielded our face from the sun. It has withered, while we are encased in a statue of granite. The bog witches offer their secret to taming the worm: they never command what the serpent decides—they enable its sharpness. They cackle as; starving, we watch from a dungeon of roots as the world starts to topple. I witness the pollen ascend where my whimsy can't follow. The birds wave goodbye. First the jay in the leaves that have scattered, the doves from the roots that are sideways; and finally eagles, which cry before vacuums have gathered their feathers to launch at the sun.

“The Obama administration’s plans were first reported by the New York Times. The discussions on the issue centered on three areas: requiring that communications services that encrypt messages have a way to unscramble them; mandating that foreign-based providers doing business inside the United States have a domestic office capable of performing intercepts; and ensuring developers of peer-to-peer software redesign their service to allow file interception.”
– Brian Prince, eWeek.com, 2010-10-03
http://www.eweek.com/c/a/Security/Internet-Wiretap-Plans-Lead-Weeks-Security-News-585725/

“Researchers analyzing the Stuxnet cyberweapon have found references in its code that could indicate that it was created in Israel. The hint to the origin of the powerful computer virus comes as new information was shed on the virus Thursday during the Virus Bulletin conference in Vancouver, Canada, and amid reports in Chinese media that Stuxnet has widely affected the Internet-savvy country.”
– Arthur Bright, The Christian Science Monitor, October 1, 2010
http://www.csmonitor.com/World/terrorism-security/2010/1001/Clues-emerge-about-genesis-of-Stuxnet-worm

Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Concilie van Chalcedon 451 [#twitterfoundpoem, October 3, 2010]

Concilie van Chalcedon 451 [#twitterfoundpoem, October 3, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

Thanks for the fire. I can feel it.
I can't afford to pay the firemen,
so I really appreciate it.
Thanks Also for the coffee table.
I have relocated it so that
a) I can see the fire and b) feel it.
the firemen come from an ancient Profession
of Arson, so Thanks. a tradition of Arson,
going back to 451 to the Concilie van Chalcedon.
all of the firemen: fair IN HEIGHT.
all 451 of the firemen
burn the notice, These 95 Theses:
all this papal bull.
I got ninety five theses but the pope ain't one...
so Thanks for the tradition of Arson.







Saturday, October 02, 2010

At a Protest in the Near Future [Today's News Poem, October 2, 2010]

At a Protest in the Near Future [Today's News Poem, October 2, 2010]

Oh wash out the clutter, those clods in the gutter.
Yes, gather the faithful; a capitol—state, full
Of weaponized masses of cattle-like asses.
They're lowing and braying; they're bowing and praying
To monuments. Wave to the camera we gave to
An escrow of cables, that mimic where able
Their masters, their fervent devotion as servants
As lamb grows to lion, before he is scion
To shimmering slaughter: he drowns them in water
A perfect reduction of master's production.

“The Democratic base gathered in Washington Saturday, seeking to rouse their party in the face of likely losses in the midterm elections just a month from now. ”
– Brad Knickerbocker, Staff writer, Christian Science Monitor, October 2, 2010
http://www.csmonitor.com/USA/Election-2010/2010/1002/Liberals-rally-in-Washington-Will-it-help-Democrats

Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Post-Future Squid Demons Pray to the Mask of Doctor Doom [#twitterfoundpoem, October 2, 2010]

Post-Future Squid Demons Pray to the Mask of Doctor Doom [#twitterfoundpoem, October 2, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

you could make up any mask you like.
that's why u play the thirsty villain.
is it really bold or is it plain?
wear a plain outfit.
then wear a bold mask.
Amazon Queen mask,
squid mask,
a gas mask might be in order.
my whole thing is if u want to make your market
more successful, mask your person.
mask your person.
is it really bold or is it plain?
post-future squid villain demons
wear a mask, a bold bold mask:
a person mask with real skin.
Doctor Doom is who wakes me up everyday
and i'm 4ever grateful for super villian demons everyFUCKINGday;
grateful for his love,
this is why i pray.


Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

You Know You Love Toylit: Go Tell a Friend

I've been at this for 2/3s of a year. You core readers have been great; I've learned lots from what gets you to read more & what annoys you. I'd like for you to help me out again; get a couple of literary or news minded friends to check out Toylit. I truly consider you guys genuine tastemakers; I mean, you've stuck around Toylit despite the dearth of recommendations for it. I promise I'll keep trying to bring you a satisfactory, daily, anti-news reading experience. I just need a reminder it's not all in vain. Thanks.

-KW

Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Friday, October 01, 2010

Cult of the Balloonist and the Flea [Today's News Poem, October 1, 2010]

Cult of the Balloonist and the Flea [Today's News Poem, October 1, 2010]

The balloonist was a showman, scammer, ne'er do well
Who had lived, like fleas, attached to host; to suck a bit
And to stay unnoticed: hidden next to crumbs and dirt.
If the beard of humankind permits the rats to dwell
With the flies, racoons and dandelions—why not twits?
We've reconsecrated brothels in our films; alert
For the holy prostitutes—besides hotels for cats.
And inhaling all the heated air we can, we rise
On our hype, until we see ourselves alone with rain
For our balaclavas, wearing thunderheads for hats;
And of course, believing even lightning our disguise
As we ride the sighs of lapsing life that blow our gain,
Unbelievably, beyond the grasp of desperate ghouls.
And we lied to cannibals about the sacred smoke.
And we saw them pray until they shrank from sight (the fools).
And we sneered, before the storm revealed a final joke:
And we scream, before we're sneezed from storm, like mucus drool.

“Two US balloonists who went missing over the Adriatic Sea while taking part in an endurance race are unlikely to have survived, race organisers have said.”
– BBC, 1 October 2010 Last updated at 17:13 ET
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-11457625


Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Ceiling Cat Is Watching You Sin [#twitterfoundpoem, October 1, 2010]

Ceiling Cat Is Watching You Sin [#twitterfoundpoem, October 1, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

Two producers battle to determine supremacy:
The Sphinx, The necromancer, and the steamer trunk
Versus the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.
an epic adventure!
Will necromancer be on your agenda soon?
YES ! i think so sir. Haha.
the Lion said "I NEED TO RISE FROM THE GRAVE,"
but The necromancer raised Everyone FROM THE GRAVE.
Everyone got nicer Because They WERE zombies,
even JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.

who won?
who do you think?
Skull Mountain is real,
we build replicas of It every year.
The RIDDLE of the Sphinx is real,
but Aslan Is a book
And ceiling cat is real!!!



Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Thursday, September 30, 2010

White-Collar Mummy [Today's News Poem, September 30, 2010]

White-Collar Mummy [Today's News Poem, September 30, 2010]

Rubber slugs in your pocket shed
Liquid crystal-like tears, then cracked
Smiles of silicon.
Trembling phone,
Guinea worm, or the office flea
Enters ear and it anchors skulls
Deskward; networking
Through the nose:
Copper mummification wires,
Fiberoptic—they're all the same—
Tugging where they are
Barely seen.

“Frustrated by several years of "carrying the load," employees are beginning to explore new job opportunities. Further, many Baby Boomers are reactivating the retirement plans they put on hold when the economy turned. Together, these trends are resulting in a talent drift that puts employers at risk of losing critical intellectual capital.”
– Press Release, Marketwatch, Sept. 29, 2010, 4:01 p.m. EDT
http://www.marketwatch.com/story/kforce-releases-2011-salary-employment-guides-2010-09-29



Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Those Dark Color Rings Around Uranus [#twitterfoundpoem, September 30, 2010]

Those Dark Color Rings Around Uranus [#twitterfoundpoem, September 30, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

Ever wonder how to make your anus look sexier??
get an Effluent Treatment Plant inside your intestines!!!!
It's not like it's an abstruse concept.
The Benefits of Worm Farming inside your intestines
may make you Wanna Cry:
This Shit hurts So Bad like there are spastic
samurais on acid having a dance party with their swords
inside your intestines, but ANAL BLEACHING
is worth a parasite transfer. and those aren't like spastic samurais,
they are spastic Worm samurais!!!!
Dang it, Don't be embarrassed by those dark color rings
on your anus, spastic Worm samurais are cutting them
out. This Shit hurts So Bad
but soon you won't need to Shit.
Ever.
those dark color rings on your anus
are like astronomy for not very bright children,
but ANAL BLEACHING
is something for the stars.
its the only way to be sure
you're not embarrassed by those dark color rings.



Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Teach Them Who's Top Predator! [Bonus Poem, September 29, 2010]

Teach Them Who's Top Predator! [Bonus Poem, September 29, 2010]

Cats are green like money in the eye,
Soft as zero carbon footprints,
Camouflaged against their paces. Sly.
Play a clawtime drama: bloody
Paws with ink of wrist and flay the beast.
Broker off the fur to fashion,
Roast the meat so indigents may feast,
Spay and neuter? Pay to shoot her.
Every season comes about: we reap,
Reaping more and never sowing.
Soldiers don their coats and ride their jeeps,
Children learn to skin the kitten.
Kindness runs its course along with gasoline:
Everyone's a hostage; everything's my scene.

Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Annihilism [Today's News Poem, September 29, 2010]

Annihilism [Today's News Poem, September 29, 2010]

With leftover organs, Destroyer had molded
A paragon: fingers for checking the pulse;
A head with a basket of spittle—and scolded
By sonar; the echolocation of targets.

A heat seeker, drawn to the warmth and the flutter
Of cells through the arteries. Everything preys
Itself with a tongue full of theft as we sputter...
No! Trundle through appetites, leaving us lonely.

I offer the Maker my hands; for the favor
Of penance. While measuring hamburger meat
I thought of my muscles at play—how I savor
The feats of my body with proteins I've salvaged

From aisles in the market where death is a venture
That's pared from a carcass, to slab—through a grind;
Established by pattern. Inverted. Indenture
Yourself to regret, disappointment: the horror

of self.

“A San Jose woman has been arrested for the seventh time in the past three months, accused of vandalizing luxury vehicles in Alameda and Santa Clara counties.”
– The Associated Press, Posted: 09/29/2010 03:39:11 AM PDT
http://www.mercurynews.com/news/ci_16204071

“Four soldiers from the Fort Hood Army base in Texas -- all decorated veterans from the wars in Iraq or Afghanistan -- died in the past week, a Fort Hood spokesman said Wednesday.
In all four cases, it appears the soldiers took their own lives, spokesman Christopher Haug said.”
– Larry Shaughnessy, CNN, September 29, 2010 3:36 p.m. EDT
http://www.cnn.com/2010/US/09/29/texas.fort.hood.deaths/

Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Adolescent Middle Age Crisis [#twitterfoundpoem, September 29, 2010]

Adolescent Middle Age Crisis [#twitterfoundpoem, September 29, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

The Middle Age Crisis is Hitting
a Younger Age Group That Includes
a 15 year old loser waiting for a phone call.
HEHEHEHE.
old enough to get in Crisis
but young enough to get pleasure
from The pain of another.
The wise man said
"u have to go thru pain to become u."
Adolescence is pain,
wisdom is pain,
and the future is the biggest
of all!
HEHEHEHE.
Soooooooooooo
Insanity is agony.
can you imagine
the frecking agony
of a Middle Age Crisis
at Middle Age?
You should visit the Rapture
of a Middle Age Crisis some time.
it's The saddest thing
you will ever imagine.

Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Pine Lethe [Today's News Poem, September 28, 2010]

Pine Lethe [Today's News Poem, September 28, 2010]

You aren't worth the poem
it would take to explain.
Or maybe you are,
but I don't think that I'll bother.

What do I get for a mouthful of pinecones?
I reckon it's loss. Someone
must lose that another might win.
Braiding my hair made of needles,
infused with the scent of the sap of the conifer,
memory leaves me; diminished with stagnant
exhaust; and sirens—the beat of a chopper...
what do I get for reciting my loss?
Everything goes in the garbage it seems.
The pines leap into chippers,
and after digestion comes gas or hot air,
and nothing is worth the effort it takes
to be clear; so here's nothing.
It's not worth the poem.

“As Michelle Alexander so eloquently shows in her new book, "The New Jim Crow," a drug conviction automatically makes a person a second-class citizen who can be legally discriminated against in housing and employment, denied school loans, and barred for life from serving on juries, accessing public benefits and even voting. While African Americans make up only about 13 percent of the U.S. population and about 15 percent of drug users, they make up about 38 percent of those arrested for drug law violations and a mind-boggling 59 percent of those convicted for drug law violations.”
– Bill Piper, CNN Opinion, September 28, 2010 10:03 a.m. EDT
http://www.cnn.com/2010/OPINION/09/28/piper.decriminalize.pot

“Our shocking picture shows the troubled Mean Girls star wrapping a tourniquet around her lower arm - the method addicts use to raise a vein.”
– Jennifer Wiley, News of the World, 26/09/2010
http://www.newsoftheworld.co.uk/news/995843/Lindsay-Lohan-drugs-heroin-syringe-pictures.html

Return to Toylit
Subscribe in a reader