|01-03-2003, 02:44 PM||#1|
Butt-F***ing the World
Join Date: Sep 2002
Location: the other side of normal
a little something i worked up. first i scanned images from various papers that sat on my desk. i then selected various words from these documents, cut and paste them and and then rearranged them into some sort of literary work.
it's not much, but visually appealing.
|01-13-2003, 11:13 AM||#3|
Join Date: Oct 2002
Waspmade, handmade, machine.
Sails boats, wings air
flutters to the celebrated ground below.
A reed in Egypt becomes
a read elsewhere.
Priests script of enlightened paths unfolding.
Nations and fingers, races and hearts bleed
Souls burn, as do books
yet volumes speak to minds crumpling.
Drying tears, fibers tear.
Map me, and I will distort the world.
Treaty me, and I will shape it.
News me, and I will reveal it.
Money me, and I will make it spin.
This is how
tea is caged for a diving expedition.
trails aren't lost
and the honeymooned remember fragility.
Last edited by amanda : 01-13-2003 at 02:25 PM.
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