done thinking
super pyramid
colossal nostril
blowout
tea cup
tea light
hyperventilates
full of holes
feeling the air's acidic qualities
i'm done thinking
pottery 2007-present
super pyramid
colossal nostril
blowout
tea cup
tea light
hyperventilates
full of holes
feeling the air's acidic qualities
i'm done thinking
By Hero Twin at 18:04
By Hero Twin at 19:38
Labels: billy halibut, joint
we met before
honestly, awkwardly
hard to read
at the library.
now she's sending me the signal
from like half way across the stacks.
i send my signal, barely audible,
like the sound of one man
yawning at the super bowl.
(is it not enough that the poor guy showed up?)
By Hero Twin at 21:19
wind tilts the green hand
the lily loses luster
artificial heat
to conserve or conspire?
awfully fresh bacteria
By Hero Twin at 02:00
Labels: billy halibut, haikai no renga
Starting a dreamcatch
Parting the red seaweed ore
the crows are silent
Servants brace in the middle
hold it, hold it, or collapse
By Hero Twin at 01:58
Labels: billy halibut, haikai no renga
Heavy turtle necks
We strip for horny poachers
Tall grass licks our buns
Plz don't feel emotions, I
lol all day at guns
By Hero Twin at 01:57
Labels: billy halibut, haikai no renga
trot out that pony i hate
i love this weather
Grrls shout behind the stable
"bitch we got quiznos!"
rub it in the pony's nose
By Hero Twin at 01:53
Labels: billy halibut, haikai no renga
Last year we wrote personal messages, folded them into paper planes, and threw them out the window. Only one or two dive-bombed.
By Hero Twin at 01:43
otto built a smaller heart right outside of his heart
By Hero Twin at 00:13
hunching over the pine table sucking in the stench of sap
the roof hugged us like a blanket. and it kept all the secrets in.
(which was good because ever since you got that haircut and your bangs are super short
you've seemed different and i don't want anything to change)
we dumped out a jar of spaghetti sauce*
we filled it with a concoction consisting of
By Hero Twin at 03:19
1. walk around your house and gather up all the objects that make you feel good.
2. have someone place them on top of you, one by one, until you can barely breathe.
By Hero Twin at 02:57
here, take this picture
it's a self portrait
of a paralyzed cyclops. it was set on a timer.
the day i found that photograph
i walked for what seemed like no reason
i sang an unfamiliar tune (i don't like listening to jazz)
a crow drove up, told me i was flat.
i said "crow if i cared about what every single bird thought"
actually i said "well crows are pretty sharp"
or maybe it was a dove drove up.
anyway, the picture.
i either found it in a used book store
or it was in his wallet.
he chipped his tooth on the ground when
i pushed him over and asked for
everything he had
By Hero Twin at 02:50
dept head makes up in the mirror
purges the freezer of butchered meat
turns left when she's talking
laughs at streaming videos
takes notes on streaming videos
gushes to friends concerning the latest streaming videos
bids on a leather case
buys a sick lens
buys a wind screen
buys a battery
cause dept head is gung-ho about video
By Hero Twin at 23:00
giant flower, if you're gonna be so big and gigantic
so bloated like the pink parade axploded
if yr petals are gonna squishh together when i cup you
like i'm cupping sticky sweet chocolate sauce
from ~chocolate sauce river~
then keep it together
'cause while your pattern's rips and cuts inspire even mr lasek's
folded surgical pamphlet
and scare the shit out of the camellia,
when i stare at you from out of arms reach
what marches out but a stringy mosaic of ant bodies
head head, thorax ax ax ax, abdomen men men men men men men men men men
By Hero Twin at 22:35
i can sever my mind from
my wicked posture and
my plum breasts. when i do,
they dangle gracefully.
you fucking kids
think a samba is a languid groan
from an elevator, mostly inaudible
over the raps and slaps of
you kids fucking
when you grow up
have three wailing white children
plastic siding a block away from the local airport
and a grimy dive for squawking birds
it would be a fucking honor
if anyone called you an easy listening classic.
By Hero Twin at 12:28
my boyfriend is dying from 2 much love.
this affects me deeply.
my friends keep telling me
that this is maybe my fault.
that is super not helpful... and as such,
i'm now only looking for 'yahoo' answers.
By Hero Twin at 13:27
time-consuming matching of fragments,
careful repair of skulls and long bones,
and minute study of all small fragments
has allowed extraction of far more information
than seemed possible at first.
By Hero Twin at 12:07
luckily i'm no longer shy
i can talk to groups of nearly four or five men
now that i'm not living alone
i can take it easy when I hear the phone ring
when i pull down the shade the sun is gone and i'm relaxed again
but in the lack of light i overhear the lonely thoughts of friends
By Hero Twin at 00:23
Flickering red candle lightbulbs draw you down the quarter hallway (accented by exit signs). You hear music in a mysterious key, and scraping the air like butter on toast. You read "ANCIENT EGYPT" in heiroglyphicized english. Perched beside it is a quote from a famous writer, spitting colours out like "sanguine" and "papyrus". You cross the threshold into the exhibit. Beyond, a scene of quaint wonder - a psuedomassive unfinished pyramid etched with characters spills shadow across the floor. A still scarved museum guest steps out of the light to reveal the dusky mannequins of slaves pulling a large slab of rock. You wince. Timidly, you inch closer to the slaves to inspect their scraggly beards.
You begin to feel them. "That's enough" uncle A. brushes away your hand. "I've got to keep working." His face strains as he lifts up a tiny brush to wipe some dirt on the disembodied hands. "This is part of our heritage." The fireplace whimpers. You ask "So these will be the guys who made the crown jewels?"
"Well, they cleaned, preserved, and protected them." puffs A, not looking away. You sigh and look away to the corner. Two heads stare past you. "Why do they look like John Lennon and Paul McCartney?" you ask, mouth curving a little. Uncle A glances over and grins "I can make them look however I want! The curator doesn't look at them 'till after they're installed!!"
By Hero Twin at 00:17
he never hit the water
when he stole their shiny pay,
hideous insidious walked the plank,
cursed the sailors, lost his rank
'cause he gave it to his daughter
so she'd never run away
By Hero Twin at 12:50
one hundred fifty metres from ashore,
some plumes of pale green ghosts approach the cliffs
singing:
"we are the brave who gave our lives for myth"
their burden is self awareness.
my burden is waving on the passers... and my chain
confirms this steadfast township...
if i'm meant to stay afloat, then so are you.
By Hero Twin at 12:25
pour the truth
in a crystal goblet
of grape juice.
sing in tune
with your family in the
other room.
barkin' up the wrong tree mister,
spying on your naked sister
claiming that your father started
sweeping things under the carpet.
By Hero Twin at 02:07
CONTENTS:
By Hero Twin at 12:54
i'm doing a bravery
as a favor for destitute
i'll give them a nothing
instead of a parachute
with riches they wisdom
an orphan from father
and record it on video
so why even bother??
By Hero Twin at 18:07
By Hero Twin at 00:55
dark black hair
posthumous.
demonous legacy
infinite skipping stone,
to earthward tendency
raise my son right
quietly sandblast him
when swear words come out
make him leave the room godammit
By Hero Twin at 13:29
Labels: miracles...a natural disaster
By Hero Twin at 13:23
Labels: miracles...a natural disaster
"it's my word or the blackbird's!"
he pointed to a tree
and scoffed an ultimatum to the heathen mutts
and shadows too stubborn to be his silhouette
By Hero Twin at 13:15
Labels: miracles...a natural disaster
careless
oscillating hips.
excellent curvature,
outstanding risk.
stay in,
do the rapscallion
cutting repeatedly.
artichoke mudslides,
the way you pronounce 'pico de gallo'
confirms
my intentions are a capon.
By Hero Twin at 13:12
eyelids fixed
reluctant pool covers
harassed by the meekest dads
and sons who just wanna play
i wrote for years.
collected all the bad habits.
cast myself in bronze.
and after all that, i realized
the whole time
i was untouchable
By Hero Twin at 14:19
not everyone can capture nature so succinctly as a taxidermist
that bear is four hundred US dollars
& she roars quietly (like a paper telephone)
nap a while in a green rockin' chair
if you dream of endless forest
then you need to buy this bear
By Hero Twin at 23:42
two fingers to check the pulse
ten to check the wallet
clammy hands,
pull 'n peel shrimp,
go to the hospital
By Hero Twin at 00:25
when it got quiet I could hear the tick of my watch
which just indicated that my left hand was too close to my face.
I walked around the neighborhood.
small black flies orbited my head
persistent and too close to see clearly.
they often crash landed.
and that reminded me
you bought me a statue of two little lost angels.
did you like the look?
or maybe that's how you felt?
By Hero Twin at 13:39
By Hero Twin at 17:30
Super-concentrated, ill-fit.
Wed for the purpose of elevating
meaning.
Chosen sun staff,
bellowingly bestowed
on a set of tiny glass.
If the creator is unknown,
attribute it to some smog-free island
for convenience.
Remember forgetting time?
Remember being so nervous we forgot time?
Remember waves?
By Hero Twin at 01:20
Response: Charles is our driver. What emotional state is the back of the bus?
tulips an' everything:
laugh ritous, sincerely
sprawlin' out sea foam grass
cultured folks here he
lies among volumes wet
soggy smells solemnly
destitute oathkeeper
cultural wannabe
his posse laugh riotous
they're thick and they show it
occlude his absorbin'
with brash baby shale bits
found a note secretly
underground fury, wit
long list of thugs and a
famous dead poet
By Hero Twin at 06:48
He hands it off to read
(is different read aloud)
his frame is now around
his lover, she concedes:
By Hero Twin at 18:48
when you take the pit from an avocado and it leaves a perfect sphere hole
By Hero Twin at 11:05
Labels: little things
when you sit down in the most obscure bathroom and someone else immediately walks in
By Hero Twin at 11:03
Labels: little things
1. Please call me back
2. I'm late. I will be there at
3. Where are you now?
4. I'm on the way
5. Urgent! Please contact.
6. I love you
By Hero Twin at 18:24
the "virgins" poems were written on an LG mobile phone via txt message. they were co-written by the t9 auto-completion algorithm, who decided on which words to use. each poem begins with a question and ends with an improvised answer.
Plasma get high
broken continue?
Scale/separate
global eye explode
plasma.
reduce the sentence to
for lonely month
um, please.. it's just
if punishment is made to fit the crime
i'll beat the glass in time 'till makes unclear
the value that i gain for every year
By Hero Twin at 14:13
What do I sacrifice when I'm engaged in this idea that I'm purposesly creating a memory? When I say to myself this is a good thing, let it happen, let it go a little farther, a little too far: that's what makes memories. Well I have good memories, but they're stained with the knowledge that I intentionally recorded them. That at times I had to fake it to make it#
What's it like to be certain with your behavior?
By Hero Twin at 07:57
By Hero Twin at 14:51
Wears black just to control something
Overture absorbs resin like
Overshirt absorbs red sun like
starting class with I can't get this mic working so I'll have to SHOUT
Wall absorbs useless potential energy
By Hero Twin at 20:17
By Hero Twin at 06:39
I heard my english teacher slept in the classroom a few times
We commiserated nonverbally
By Hero Twin at 06:15
You hide behind your symmetry.. you hide.. behind... symmetry.. two opposite sides.. being mirror images.. that is the definition of symmetry. Perfection of proportion - Where are we going with this? We're even. No it's not over! Now it's over!
You hide from me behind your golden ratio
2007
By Hero Twin at 05:59
to do:
start a practice of painful honesty with people you care for
ground rules:
you're allowed to like a lot of people at the same time
everyone has multiple soulmates
if you care anything about love don't see the movie Paper Heart
1. be free of expectiations
alternative: want it to be like a movie (and will fake it as necessary)
2. forego formality
this requires an agreement* that if we find something better, we will pursue it. the agreement affirms that we change all the time, sometimes not being in a relationship is better. then 'breaking up' is not a personal attack because it is impermanent, its another part of a relationship ->
actually we don't need to break up. A formal [and binary] monogamous relationship provides the illusion of security [we are averse to loss]. Complacency makes losing something terribly difficult. We can replace the illusion of security with the illusion that we are free to pursue a situation that better suits us. Substituting security with possibility removes the need to be in a formal relationship.
[formality may have been the problem]
next section: issues in spoken vs. unspoken
*the agreement is actually formal, and should be spoken
By Hero Twin at 08:05
ludwig van beethoven, winston churchill, mark twain, fucking teddy roosevelt, sylvia plath, brian jones, buzz aldrin, vincent van gogh, jean-claude van damme
the depths of hell are the most serene studios
all the world in its wonder/horror
By Hero Twin at 06:40
By Hero Twin at 01:00
YOU: I think I'm good at this
EVERYONE: You're mediocre at this
By Hero Twin at 13:10
I have joined the living again. I can now look at the words I wrote and think "hum."
By Hero Twin at 17:43
if I look at anyone's public journal thing the first thing I look for is if they mention of me and I feel pretty selfish.. but I mean how good is to know that someone is thinking about you?
By Hero Twin at 20:18