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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Return of the Sacrificial King [Today's News Poem, August 24, 2010]

Return of the Sacrificial King [Today's News Poem, August 24, 2010]
For C.B.

A prophet had visions—I read it in story.
The crust was inverted; its guts rose to surface.
A mask of its final repose was the glory
Of termites; siafu: the mandible creatures.

He lived in a room in a flat that was tilted.
And witnessed the omens that nature transmitted:
The rotting of cars and the gardens that wilted.
The rust of the canisters mixed with their contents

To sprout—between junk heaps—a blackberry angle.
It bundled the weeds and the splinters, transmuting
Exposure to toxins, that spilled on the tangles,
To venom by berry—for givers of poison.

He listened to cooing one evening; a growling,
A gnawing—it sounded like mating or murder.
He opened his door and he followed the howling
From kitchen to staircase. A junkie was laughing.

“They're licking my foot in a gesture of friendship,”
Raccoons were both ripping his toes from their knuckles.
The moon served as witness: the essence was worship
That fell through the cracks to the vines down below them.

While starlight possessed him, he called to the cosmos:
“Where will we live when the world is a graveyard?
And where will be bury our dead when the magma
Surfaces, coating the planet with buildings?”


“A new study finds oil spilled into the Gulf of Mexico from a ruptured BP well degraded at a rate that was "much faster than anticipated" thanks to the interaction of microbes with the oil particles. ”
– Vivian Kuo, CNN,August 24, 2010 5:51 p.m. EDT
http://www.cnn.com/2010/US/08/24/gulf.oil.study/

“For more than nine days, for more than 60 miles, thousands of Beijing-bound vehicles have come to a virtual standstill on a stretch of highway called the 110 (honest!) that runs from Inner Mongolia southeast to the nation's capital.”
– Barbara Demick, Los Angeles Times, August 25, 2010 Edition
http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/world/la-fg-china-traffic-20100825,0,3689656.story


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Don't Mind the Mess [#twitterfoundpoem, August 24, 2010]

Don't Mind the Mess [#twitterfoundpoem, August 24, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

what do you just instantly dislike?
foam, body, color, aroma, taste...
Ahhh! I dislike all of them!
yea, but now ice-hockey injuries,
a drink of tha best liquid silver
(I drink them babies like a milkshake),
a gun, and a Powerwash? I don't mind them babies.
I distend my belly, smile and
drink tha sun... Ahhh! my old ice-hockey injuries!
I distend my belly, nd get gas instead of throw up!
I Rupture grossness and A forensic scientist
says "We look at foam, body, color, aroma, taste.
onces the rock is chipped its chipped u cant get it bak."
I don't mind.

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Entropy's Letters [Today's News Poem, August 23, 2010]

Entropy's Letters [Today's News Poem, August 23, 2010]

'Click' and she echo-locates as the twilight
Leaps through the sky to horizon in minutes.
Jerking with birds of the evening, they're snapping
Bugs in the orange, blue, purple—to whiteness
(Orbiting body indifferent to murder).
Insects are messengers—calorie letters
Sent from the bang to the night. All mosquitoes,
Flies and the fog of the gnats shall deliver
Harmony: buzzing the music of monads;
Everywhere life ever sprouted; a ripple,
Wave or a particle bouncing back homeward.

“...the UN's Food and Agriculture Organization is working on a policy to promote insects as food worldwide.”
– Jennifer S. Holland, Health, National Geographic, September, 2010

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Stripping While Burning [#twitterfoundpoem, August 23, 2010]

Stripping While Burning [#twitterfoundpoem, August 23, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

After hours of fiddling
Y SHOULD I GIVE UH FUCK?
i am fiddling!
fiddling in the strip club!
fiddling in my room!
fiddling in Greece...
I seem to have survived tonights fiddling
with only minor damage.
So it's more of a minor annoyance than an emergency
that has nothing to do with my major:
Fiddling While the US Economy Burns.
Not done yet, but the rest is minor tinkering.
waiting on someone to open
your heart again?
you can squirt your breast milk at folks in the strip club!
I'm fiddling While
it Burns and we burn it down
and you're dancing!
I gotchaa one day wen we burn it down...
Y SHOULD I GIVE UH FUCK?
Working on it now!

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Silent Eon [Today's News Poem, August 22, 2010]

Silent Eon [Today's News Poem, August 22, 2010]

There is death by every element.
Pesticides by bomber gas the swarms:
Doomed as wheat to die as energy.
Engines vomit forth dioxin clouds.
Fuel transmutes to emulate the rain.

Falcons coast on thermal breeze to sway,
Crash and crumble, much as nested eggs.
Summer's nearly ended. Springtime still
Echoes: silent, past the solstice point,
Through the fecund summer—nearly done—

Into autumn; through the wintertime
Lasting longer than a contrail's line.

“New research confirms the existence of a huge plume of dispersed oil deep in the Gulf of Mexico and suggests that it has not broken down rapidly, raising the possibility that it might pose a threat to wildlife for months or even years. ”
– JUSTIN GILLIS and JOHN COLLINS RUDOLF, The New York Times, August 19, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/20/science/earth/20plume.html?ref=science

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The Rapture of Buffalo Wild Wings [#twitterfoundpoem, August 22, 2010]

The Rapture of Buffalo Wild Wings [#twitterfoundpoem, August 22, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

Ain't no
lackluster themes
to capture that
Rapture...
that SERIELKILLING RAPIST
Feeling... that Rapture
to capture that
'drop out of uni' Child
Feeling.
Feeling Rapture
inspired? the
SERIELKILLING RAPIST
thinks so.

so
BEFORE U
HIRE that
SERIELKILLING RAPIST
HIRE that
'drop out of uni' Child...
drop that 'drop out of uni' Child
in the toilet.
if that SERIELKILLING RAPIST
thinks a dead fly
can Sprout
Buffalo Wild Wings
in the Rapture
then
there's no such thing as
suicide.

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Ark of Wood [Today's News Poem, August 21, 2010]

Ark of Wood [Today's News Poem, August 21, 2010]

In 'Mongol Hunts,' men
on horses circled around a zone and beat
the bushes; driving every
critter to the center. These sorts
of things never end
well for the beasts. Yoking

brush takes fire and steel;
slashing and burning the growth
until it cowers under farmland,
until it is used up and flies
beyond the reach of tool or plan.

The flora reach to grasp
the sun: hold it, hitch
a ride and flee. The animals
will run upon a bridge
of bark—and ride the ark of wood.
Barring that, the plants
will lock their branches,
lacing-up the sky and embrace
the garden of surface,
that prison for masters,
a circus for fauna;
mechanical big-top
grocer; with euthanasia.

“A bear that mauled to death a caretaker was euthanized Saturday at the request of the family of the victim, whose father said he had told his son to leave the job. The bear attacked Brent Kandra, 24, when he opened its cage Thursday for a routine feeding at the home of a man who kept a menagerie of wolves, tigers and bears on the property southwest of Cleveland.”
– JEANNIE NUSS, Associated Press, August 21, 2010
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5jcScCFNF4KJBJPVIwjJCy2vW9IZQD9HO5U780



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Ur Dreamtimes. Ur Visions. [#twitterfoundpoem, August 21, 2010]

Ur Dreamtimes. Ur Visions. [#twitterfoundpoem, August 21, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

can't remember the last time u looked at ur IQ?
u can't remember ur Dreams and ur Visions.
ur own IQ is Es ist mehr als neuntausend!!
You little wonder, little wonder you.
but u can't ever help but wonder
"How have I gotten so far, yet am so far away?"

I bet u wonder about Dreamstimes and Visions
pretending you prefer, Goals with a Plan.
u can't remember ur Dreamstimes and Visions
You little wonder, little wonder you.
Remember ur Goals with a Plan.
u say ur not evil when u have
taken over the tv and u make
the Dreams and Visions disappear.
my IQ level just dropped because of that.
I can't remember my Dreams and my Visions.
now I little wonder but u little wonder 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!111!1!1!



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Friday, August 20, 2010

Salmonella Swim Upstream To The First Watershed [Today's News Poem, August 20, 2010]

Salmonella Swim Upstream To The First Watershed [Today's News Poem, August 20, 2010]

Eden to edible; instinct extant.
Jungle to cages; conveyers to trucks...
Farms on the way to the stomach's delight.

Pathogens caught in the eggs of a hen,
Ride from a prison of gears to a bowl;
Coming to roost in an ancestral home.

“In a sign that the egg industry's woes are mounting, a second Iowa producer issued a recall of potentially millions of eggs that could be contaminated with salmonella. The eggs were packaged under at least three brands and had been shipped to 14 states, including California.”
– P.J. Huffstutter, Los Angeles Times, August 20, 2010, 12:35 p.m.
http://www.latimes.com/business/la-fi-eggs-recall-20100821,0,1454316.story






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'THIS IS SPARTAAAA' Brand Contraceptive [#twitterfoundpoem, August 20, 2010]

'THIS IS SPARTAAAA' Brand Contraceptive [#twitterfoundpoem, August 20, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

when she had a knife pointin at yo dick
when she said "i love u,"
when you said you "feeln lyk sme bahdd guyy!! Hiss!"
that is when u had to sleep in bed wit one eye open.
she got jealous that you were talking to Your mom.
Hiss! you ignores her. you kno deep dwn
ur defiinately going to cheat.
she threw ur phone and said
"Sparta nos ttsssssssss AHSAUHSSHUASUHUHSA"
she woke u up wit a knife pointin at yo dick
wit a knife pointin at yo eye
and u said "i love u"
and she said 'this is spartaaaa!!'



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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Where Where Vanished [Today's News Poem, August 19, 2010]

Where Where Vanished [Today's News Poem, August 19, 2010]

Even nothingness follows order.
Bangs unspool and collapse; creating
Time and space from potential empty
Spaces. Possible genesis where
Former entropy reigned, declined and
Ceased to mean. Where where vanished; losing
Tempo, subject and object. Solved by
Helix, vortexes, spirals spinning:
Lattice patterns that joined together.

“The International Mathematical Union (IMU) doled out seven prizes, including the brand-new, $500,000 Chern Medal Award, in opening ceremonies at its quadrennial International Congress of Mathematicians (ICM) today in Hyderabad, India. Also at the meeting, IMU elected its first woman president, Ingrid Daubechies of Princeton University... Villani's work "makes deep connections between mathematics and physics, in particular regarding the notion of entropy," says Stefan Müller of the University of Bonn in Germany. It brings rigor to another question of statistical physics: How quickly does a highly organized system, such as compressed gas about to be released, reach its disordered equilibrium state? The answer contains a surprise: Entropy (a measure of disorder) increases at different speeds, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly.”
– Barry Cipra, Science Now, August 19, 2010
http://news.sciencemag.org/sciencenow/2010/08/fields-medals-other-top-math-pri.html


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Are You Lost? [#twitterfoundpoem, August 19, 2010]

Are You Lost? [#twitterfoundpoem, August 19, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

Sick of being told that I do not take the fight
against My best friend, Jihadism, seriously.
Jihadism says alcohol is ur enemy,
but jesus says love ur enemies.
Mum says If u have a petty beef with someone Muahaha
squash him today!

WHAT?! are you lost?!
John Locke says "Education begins the enemy
but reading, good company and reflection must finish him."
Muahaha!
WHAT are you Waiting for?!
afraid to Lose yourself?????
you have to be submissive to your losses.
If u have a petty beef with someone Muahaha
u must finish him!
old enemies becoming allies becoming enemies becoming allies
is more compelling than Jihadism against My best friend "fight."
Lose yourself to an indescribable emotion.


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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

You Are Duncan Idaho [Today's News Poem, August 18, 2010]

You Are Duncan Idaho [Today's News Poem, August 18, 2010]

Every moment ever had is yours.
Cradles lined with felt and pastel fuzz.
Gurgles emanate then dissipate
After screaming. Bathrooms flood with red.
Once your favored color, now you fear
Blood of any kind and bags of snacks;
Santa too. But worse, you died as well—
How? Neurosis only plagues what lives.
Maybe you're a ghost—insane, you haunt
Coffee shops and after-hour clubs:
Dogs have mauled you; water drank the breath
Father offered from your sobbing lips.
Soap and mops erased the bloody mess.
Once you rode your city through the clouds
Gliding down on drafts of fallout dust.
Synapse skeins are tangled memories
Mixing baby baths with murdered moms.
Reflex animates your nightmare reel:
Terrorvision crashes every train,
Wrecks the cars outside your window pane,
Thrills the jaded horror advocate;
Robs the precious memories and hides
What few scraps remain with endless torture.

“Electroencephalography (EEG) testing may be able to predict response to clozapine in patients with treatment-resistant schizophrenia a new pilot study suggests.”
– Deborah Brauser, Medscape Today, August 18, 2010
http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/727098

“Researchers at the school studying brainwaves found that the mind produces pulses called "spindles" during sleep that stop noises from getting to the part of the brain that would make the sleeper aware of them, the release said. Electroencephalography patterns in the brain, used to distinguish stages of sleep, show slow brain waves were interspersed with brief rapid pulses, or spindles.”
– UPI, August 10, 2010
http://www.upi.com/Science_News/2010/08/10/Heavy-sleepers-brains-dont-hear-noise/UPI-53091281477124/

“Cloning technology could be used to create Scottish wildcats if numbers of breeding pairs in the wild collapse.”
– BBC, 18 August 2010 Last updated at 11:48 ET
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-highlands-islands-11016130

“A simple slide show could be the next weapon against terrorists. Using a brain-electrode cap and imagery, scientists at Northwestern University can pick the date, location and means of a future terrorist attack from the minds of America's enemies. ”
– Eric Bland, Discovery.com, August 12, 2010
http://news.discovery.com/tech/mind-reading-tech-predicts-terrorism.html



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Try it Out! [#twitterfoundpoem, August 18, 2010]

Try it Out! [#twitterfoundpoem, August 18, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

become the next Pope!!!!
you HAVE one last chance.
Pursue one great decisive aim with force and determination.
maybe the last one will HAVE "committed suicide,"
or suffer an indecent accident.
One creep after another is spymaster, Pope,
Oliver North, PRESIDENT... whatever.
try total commander !!!!
Clausewitz and Sun Tzu control a dancing Vladimir Putin,
so try it Out!

you are an intended anagram of
"dog food" and you will box anyone
for a box of eyes !!!!
that is a good start !!!!
your candidacy is a mission from Fnord
and you are fresh!
Fnord is the sugar in Kool-Aid
and you are an indecent accident
PRESIDENT Wall Street spymaster Pope:
Perfectly fallible... make others Popes!
try it Out!

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Electronic Faerie Trickster [Today's News Poem, August 17, 2010]

Electronic Faerie Trickster [Today's News Poem, August 17, 2010]

Faerie wave-particles
Offer brain-pleasuring;
Blending all articles
Into new leisuring.

Humans can't masturbate
Quite like fey orgasms;
Barter that out-of-date
Skin for bliss-spasms.

Deafened, who's listening?
Humans rot. Corpulent.
Useless. Sweat glistening.
Infantile. Petulant.

“The proportion of teens in the United States with slight hearing loss has increased 30% in the last 15 years, and the number with mild or worse hearing loss has increased 77%, researchers said Tuesday... "Personal stereos are the most important change in the culture in the last 15 to 20 years," said Dr. Tommie Robinson Jr., president of the American Speech-Language-Hearing Assn. "Everybody has their own little device now, and how many times have you passed somebody and could hear their music?"”
– Thomas H. Maugh II, Los Angeles Times, August 17, 2010
http://www.latimes.com/news/science/la-sci-teens-hearing-loss-20100818,0,559994.story

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U Essay Versus L From DEATH NOTE [#twitterfoundpoem, August 17, 2010]

U Essay Versus L From DEATH NOTE [#twitterfoundpoem, August 17, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

u Essay 'God does not believe in Atheists
therefore Atheists don't exist.' L from DEATH NOTE
finds that fascinating. u Essay 'YOU HAVE RUINED MY DREAMS
OF A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE,' also for no reason,
AND L from DEATH NOTE finds that amusing.

u Essay 'Fuck Logic. Logic Sucks. Fuck REASON
AND LOGIC.' AND You bring up Racism?
L from DEATH NOTE finds Donut Logic Is circular AND Full of holes.

u Essay u Essay u Essay
AND Natural Deduction, Hybrid Systems and Modal Logics
finds that amusing. All you talk about is circular Logic:
ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE says the ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE says
You says You says.

L says 'YOU HAVE RUINED MY DREAMS OF A Sweet Robot Love
Logic APOCALYPSE!!!! AND now I'm stuck in
ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AND YOU
find that amusing.'



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Monday, August 16, 2010

Jilted Gory-Glory [Today's News Poem, August 16, 2010]

Jilted Gory-Glory [Today's News Poem, August 16, 2010]

Streets aren't so promising,
Promising shoves, shoulders;
Shouldering steep shovel-
Fuls: shit is everywhere.

Where feces falls, so too
Two dolls. They're raggedy
Rag people embracing.
Sing 'Gory-Glory' and

Guard sleep while maniacs—
Mainly in dark alleys—
Ally themselves; sharing
Rare purpose. Absolution

Shuns fellow lunatics.
Loons, Luna, suicide:
Sides of a shadowy
Dowry for idiots.

“Derek Cox, a friend of victim Andrew Therrien, told KABC-TV in Los Angeles that Therrien, 22, pushed children out of the way as the truck barreled toward them. He was killed in the accident.”
– GILLIAN FLACCUS (AP) – 12 minutes ago as of August 16, 2010; 9:52am
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5gB9jnKObPfaIQty58BGWr_bTtMlQD9HKMJJG0


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Web Bot Predicts Cannibalism [#twitterfoundpoem, August 16, 2010]

Web Bot Predicts Cannibalism [#twitterfoundpoem, August 16, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

Update: Clif High: Web Bot PREDICTIONS/ Prophetic Signs & Portents Series:
Michael Jackson needs more and more child soldiers
and Rush Limbaugh thinks human flesh is DELICIOUS.

theres a conspiracy behind every year!!!
more and more soldiers STOP biased media
with the annual Reptilian Conspiracy Meet:

the obamas are Alien space invaders smoking in a car
with virgins and viruses... Yeah, you guess
that is just the evilness of the powers that be...

The secret histories of those @#$%ing
computer symbols you see everywhere:
they are Meme viruses.

I, for one welcome our new high voltage overlords.
why DON'T you welcome THEM?
why do you hope for change?
DON'T you want more and more child soldiers?
DON'T you want more human flesh?
do secret symbols confuse u?
do you understand why the powers that be hate
you with a passion and want to put a bullet in your head?
Michael Jackson needs more and more child soldiers
and the obamas and the Reptilian Limbaugh
find real human virgins DELICIOUS!!!

http://www.halfpasthuman.com/

http://www.youtube.com/user/webbotforum#p/p

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Aping the Ageless [Today's News Poem, August 15, 2010]

Aping the Ageless [Today's News Poem, August 15, 2010]

Shifting softly, sands shall shelter seaweed
From froth. First foam frays fetters of
Kelp, casting crumbling crustaceans
Beyond breakers. Beakers bite bits,
Leaving leftovers languishing.
Wallow while walking away when
Ugly undertakings upset:
Shucking, sucking, spitting sea shells—
Aping awful, ageless anger.

“Of all the places to part with fistfuls of money in St.-Tropez, few have more cachet than Le Club 55... The mayor’s office says the establishments pose a threat to the environment. Officials have proposed dismantling existing beach amenities and shrinking the area allotted for private beaches to protect delicate flora and what officials say are dunes worn down by the crush of manicured feet. As a result, despite the August atmosphere of hedonism, an unusual air of rebellion is stirring in St.-Tropez, with businesses contemplating their first ever “strike.””
– Liz Alderman, The New York Times, August 15, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/16/business/global/16iht-beach.html?_r=1&hp

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A Purity Ball Made of π (Bats Tribute #2) [#twitterfoundpoem, August 15, 2010]

A Purity Ball Made of π (Bats Tribute #2) [#twitterfoundpoem, August 15, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

purity purity omaha mall. we ball
at the purity ball at the mall, where Best Friends
Become Strangers and their lives are divided
by components of fuel: hypocritically murderous LOL
Shopoholics, and corrupted 'my life is happy
and who cares about yours' creationists.
what's SO funny bout it is EVERYTHING Shopoholics
have, the purity creationists have. There is this ridiculous
obsession with finding the nth digit of prosper,
where n is stupid. where the belief system components
are designed to fail by components of fuel,
and their lives are divided by the stupidest story,
equaled by Harrison bergeron, another stupidest story
which I change into a component of my fuel:
Maul at the purity ball at the mall,
where the Shopoholics and creationists evolve over time
into dinosaur bones, which evolves over time into components
of fuel, which evolves into gas that orbits the earth
with my purity science... my Harrison bergeron mall
that orbits the earth and its dinosaur bones...
where I dance with my Harrison bergeron lover in space,
at a purity ball of our own made of π.

SHADOW FUCKING from Digital Beast on Vimeo.


http://bats.bandcamp.com/track/shadow-fucking

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Glorious Humiliation [Today's News Poem, August 14, 2010]

Glorious Humiliation [Today's News Poem, August 14, 2010]

It's tragic that fame is denied to the needy,
Who need it like butter or insulin doses.
They lay on the dishes and crumbs on their bedding
And talk to their teevees, their dogs; to the ceilings
That smile—just a crack—while the mysteries crackle
On speakers and screens. There's an orphan on crutches;
Diseased, she has patrons who watch from a distance
By camera—they fear her contagion and money
By wire should relieve her worst symptoms—and millions
Of people are watching her limp and they're cheering.
So buck up, there's someone who's worse-off than losers
Like you; so just hide in your blankets and order
A pizza and cry in your pillow; for someday
They'll broadcast your filth to the world and they'll shower
Upon you that glorious pity you wanted.

“"And here (Europe) they're not obsessed with age and weight. Here actresses can work for many years. In America you can be a great actress and have no work by the time you're 40. This is a tragedy, so I don't want to live this tragedy."”
– Daily Dish, SFGate.com, August 13, 2010
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/dailydish/detail?entry_id=70106

“Few things would say "the beaches are back" like President Obama tearing off his shirt and running into the surf at Panama City, Fla., during a brief vacation swing to the oil-spill-harassed Gulf Coast Saturday. ”
– Patrik Jonsson, The Christian Science Monitor, August 14, 2010
http://www.csmonitor.com/USA/Politics/2010/0814/Obama-s-Florida-trip-With-BP-oil-spill-receding-time-for-a-swim


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Shit Dope [#twitterfoundpoem, August 14, 2010]

Shit Dope [#twitterfoundpoem, August 14, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

I was a bird. a dying bird.
u played angry birds yet? shit dope.
first u flock up. then u scream your
head off like it was for the birds.
The shit then gets dope and I first
shit on the girl on the beach. dope!!
HAHAHAHAH!! i just heard some
girl kid scream about the laundry
and All that undergarment shit.
I SHIT my head and balls off, soooooooo
fuck it. I was a dying bird.
it was worth it. it was shit dope.


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Friday, August 13, 2010

Brave New Nerves [Today's News Poem, August 13, 2010]

Brave New Nerves [Today's News Poem, August 13, 2010]

A wave or a particle; string—if that matters—
Has woven my iris to a fabric of systems.
It trickles through nerves and collects in the endings.
I twitch in my armchair—a butterfly's trampled:
An earthquake in Chile is cause for more coffee.
The coffee, the cause of plantations in forests.
The bulldozers topple the timber—thank goodness
They're made in America—bashing a species
Unknown to the scientists waiting with clipboards.
Who stymies the progress of muscles through patches
Of dread, where the parasites nibble the sinews?
And vanquished for gardens of coffee we nurture?

“In an apparent bid to extend its control over the Internet and cash in on the rapid growth of mobile devices, China plans to create its own government-controlled search engine.”
– DAVID BARBOZA, The New York Times, August 13, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/14/technology/14search.html?_r=1&hpw

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CombatWords in a Few Minutes: Get READY!

CombatWords is at 3pm at trickwithaknife, go to http://combatwords.blogspot.com for a link to the thread at 3pm PST.

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Star Struck [#twitterfoundpoem, August 13, 2010]

Star Struck [#twitterfoundpoem, August 13, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

In this era of "thugs and goons"
We're all Hyped up over priced suckers:
a nation of mostly blind people.
Too much bling & sing.
Saw meteors yesterday morning tho-
and I expect more this morning.

I found this cool meteorite
while going for a run
away from a gang of mostly blind people.
I expect more in general tho.

it hatched from Mini Rocks!
Think ima name this plant Audrey III.
She sez "ima make u famous...
but im so hungry. FEED ME!!!!"
I FEED her & "hahah" sez
The Perseid meteor shower
And Jupiter too! I FEED a nation
of Hyped up over priced suckers
first on my little vision,
then on meteor shit
& I expect The nation will run
a little more with an eye to
Those consumed by giant plants.


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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Jimmy Chen's Chicken?

Doesn't he say right here that he enjoys trolling? "I have a fake alias facebook account with no friends or profile that I use to troll people’s walls and photo albums. People trying to look happy always look so sad; people who look sad always look worse; people who look ugly fair well under low resolution; people who look beautiful always seem cruel." http://htmlgiant.com/random/learning-lessens/

Well if that doesn't just go against the whole spirit of the thing, when I write delightful derision and it's deleted. I don't have the first comment, it just mocks the use of 'fair' when 'fare' is the proper word. I do have the second, because I suspected they were going to delete it:

"My remark was far gentler than anything Jimmy’s anon trolling, but it’s stricken from the record? I call smug, smarmy foul! Did you guys delete like fifty posts mocking the spelling in this post? Did you bid fairwell to them? How did they fair? Are you going to the county fare you jackals? Fie! Fie fie!"

And then I caught myself and noted they enraged me so much I used scesis onomaton. I went on to point out that if I saw that in an HTML GIANT article, it would probably say, 'sceptic automaton.' I didn't save that one either, but you got the soul of the joke.

I am against cyber-wimps. WTF is this chicken shit?

ps: Yeah, I'm sure they defend it as wordplay. Rather inconsistent with the style of the rest of the piece. Other puns of opportunity in there.

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Omens of Predestination [Today's News Poem, August 12, 2010]

Omens of Predestination [Today's News Poem, August 12, 2010]

If a notion to flee from the pavement
And the hydrants possesses you, drive
To the suburbs—beyond! To arraignments
With the meteors over this hive

With its labyrinth-roads—with no exit.
If the omen should fail with a blaze
And the sputtering pieces of flecks hit
And erupt—if the signal is haze;

Then the deity Science commissions
An assault on these roaches and mites
Who still cling to their God of contrition,
Who is helpless to save them from night—

Or from murder and lunacy. Parsons
In the meteor glow scream as arson—
Or let's call it our mother—rejects
Them to favor her killer-Elect.

“A suspect in the killings of five people and the stabbings of 15 others in three states was arrested at the airport here as he tried to board a plane to Israel, the authorities said Thursday morning. The police say the attacks fit a common profile: A tall, stocky man, often in an S.U.V., usually in a deserted area late at night, asks a black man for directions or help with a broken-down car, then attacks them quickly and drives away.”
– Robbie Brown, The New York Times, August 12, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/13/us/13stabbings.html?_r=1

“In June alone, a doctor was stabbed to death in Shandong Province by the son of a patient who had died of liver cancer. Three doctors were severely burned in Shanxi Province when a patient set fire to a hospital office. A pediatrician in Fujian Province was also injured after leaping out a fifth-floor window to escape angry relatives of a newborn who had died under his care... Four years ago, 2,000 people rioted at a hospital after reports that a 3-year-old was refused treatment because his grandfather could not pay $82 in upfront fees. The child died.”
– Sharon LaFraniere, The New York Times, August 11, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/12/world/asia/12hospital.html?src=me&ref=general



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Peacock Dance [#twitterfoundpoem, August 12, 2010]

Peacock Dance [#twitterfoundpoem, August 12, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

If you run into me today, and we make eye contact
I consider that grounds for a dance-fight.
You have been dance-warned.

u ready for action?
then let's dance twinkle toes.
Winner gets the virginity of the loser on his random dick.

I'm gna fight 4 wat's mine
gonna pull off my pants and dance!
likkle banga banga danga banga dhata gwan!

Hey! Call me gay if you want.
I'm still gonna wake u up in the middle of the nite
with your virginity on my random dick.

Those are the Ancient rules governing dance-fight!
now pull off ur pants
and dance!



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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Ready For the Truth [Today's News Poem, August 11, 2010]

Ready For the Truth [Today's News Poem, August 11, 2010]

Morphine is dripping from bags by my bedside,
Running through plastic to veins and it's racing
Agony inside my nerves and it dribbles
Down from my eyes. And my children are weeping;
Babies are wailing; their tears form a river.
Floating away, I am filled with the terror
Judgment imposes and pray for the angels.

Light for the rheuminess lost! Is the barter
Made in my life to be honored, with Heaven?
Yes for an age—my beloveds united.
God is too bright for the recent arrivals.
Later it tugs me, like death for a second
Time—and then time seems to vanish completely;
Leaving my self for the fabric of ever.

Infinity echoes in quantum repeating:
Starting and ending; explosions renewing
Each possibility. Thoughts are the monads,
Serving as pieces the universe conjures:
Gamma ray bursts, and the grass that a toddler
Ran through and swore to remember forever—
Thinking that somehow her prayer has been answered.

“So I was dubious when I read in The Wall Street Journal last week that students are relying more on online roommate matching services to avoid getting paired with strangers or peers with different political views, study habits and messiness quotients... As in Darwinian evolution, cross-pollination with diverse strains promotes species development... Choosing roommates who are mirror images may fit with our narcissistic and microtargeted society, but it retards creativity and social growth.”
– Maureen Dowd, The New York Times, August 10, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/11/opinion/11dowd.html?_r=1&hp

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The New Died Or Raped Chain Mail Mate [#twitterfoundpoem, August 11, 2010]

The New Died Or Raped Chain Mail Mate [#twitterfoundpoem, August 11, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

Fuck you haters. you tell me to come now
when you aren't ready for me?
I'm dressed and ready in my chain mail.
think I'm dressed to get died or raped?
im invincible mate.
I think You're dressed to get died or raped
not to be respected.
You're dressed in a 100 dollar shirt mail.
When fortune smiles on something as theft,
it seems proof like no other that, not only does
chain mail exist, I'm doing Its will.

your fortune cancels out my theft?
Fuck !
look like ive been died or raped at 12:06!
I suspect I have already been cloned or something,
for a gang war.
Fuck !
I suspect I have chain mail skin cancer,
and that I'm the new died or raped chain mail mate,
Fuck !
and that fortune smiles on my new master.

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