el realismo

the back of the bus is symmetrical. five seats in the horizontal plane; two pairs perpendicular on opposite sides. three persons took seats, one moving a newspaper from a seat on one axis to a seat on the other.

as the seats filled, one passenger opened and began to read the newspaper that was placed in the seat moments prior.

Boys Don't Cry

But I know that it's too late/ And now there's nothing I can do

every wrong is made from a right

i often feel so empty. dissociated.

now i feel filled
with sadness.

it makes me want to feel empty again

a fair well

i don't realize i am alive
until i'm with someone else
and since i'm always alone
i'm long since forgotten

107|2

contrasting points in three dimensional space

in comparisons we see ourselves.

across the axes, above and below.
and, upon completion, we find our mean at the origin.

also, i menstruate a lot.

i'm blogging this II

anthropodeterrent

it's pointless.

who cares?

a cat!

cee lo on the voice

i

an irritating, irate irreverence

see you, space(d) cowboy

oh right, my subconscious perversion

Bowing Out

squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
take a bow take a bow take a bow