MySpace http://blog.myspace.com/pneumatic_devotion http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/71/m_20a3ea323a5a580a7630e230803b9f6a.jpg http://blog.myspace.com/pneumatic_devotion en-US Tue, 22 Dec 2009 08:34:45 GMT http://myspace.com blog.myspace.com 60 46980724 Exhausted. Trying to tap out the last few sentences of a long, tedious evening at work. Sixty dollars and lead eyelids, the knot in my neck held in place with a knitting needle that stabs deep into me... http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=46980724&blogId=492277768 http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=46980724&blogId=492277768 Mon, 01 Jun 2009 02:14:00 GMT On the edge of the park, there is a little corner full of flowers. Little children are toddling through it, politely as quiet as the flowers, quieter than the traffic. They seem cleaner than the stree... http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=46980724&blogId=489929044 http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=46980724&blogId=489929044 Tue, 19 May 2009 07:55:00 GMT By the end of an evening, the tide slushes lethargically out full of drunks and distraction. Hyde and Jeckyll eventually go to bed together, duking it out in dreams. My friend IMs me while I'm dredgin... http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=46980724&blogId=489726905 http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=46980724&blogId=489726905 Mon, 18 May 2009 04:06:00 GMT My teeth are aching again, tail twitching, feeling like hunting birds and leaving them at someone's door--no particular someone, but this is that ache for a lover I remember. For the love of god, some... http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=46980724&blogId=489670115 http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=46980724&blogId=489670115 Sun, 17 May 2009 18:45:00 GMT At six-thirty this morning, I threw Freud’s highlighted, pen-marked, and scribbled on corpse on the floor. Orson Wells had marched off to another region of a generic Medieval empire, the Southland ... http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=46980724&blogId=489247690 http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=46980724&blogId=489247690 Fri, 15 May 2009 09:26:00 GMT In New York, there is no bloodletting in the transition between day and night. The sun sets over the West, dragging the light into the ocean, boiling the colors of blood and flushed skin into a crayon... http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=46980724&blogId=484337001 http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=46980724&blogId=484337001 Mon, 20 Apr 2009 01:52:00 GMT .............. .r{} p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-... http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=46980724&blogId=483635159 http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=46980724&blogId=483635159 Thu, 16 Apr 2009 12:02:00 GMT There is respect in a fearful approach. A strangling apprehension in a kiss. To smell the warm musk in the skin and feel its weight in your nose, noxiously perfumed with its heavy inching towards an e... http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=46980724&blogId=483347841 http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=46980724&blogId=483347841 Wed, 15 Apr 2009 00:42:00 GMT As a little girl, I would pretend to have lice so that my mother would rake my hair with her long delicate fingers. The tile was cold beneath my back; the entirety of my little body fit onto the kitch... http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=46980724&blogId=483135625 http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=46980724&blogId=483135625 Tue, 14 Apr 2009 03:05:00 GMT There is a graveyard sticking grey tombstone toes up from the snow. The snow is bright with blue morning sun, pulling me from my reading and sucking me out of the train as it zooms along the shambles ... http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=46980724&blogId=462652751 http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=46980724&blogId=462652751 Fri, 09 Jan 2009 14:05:00 GMT