urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pumpkinfeet Volume One pumpkinfeet 2005-12-22T10:52:46Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pumpkinfeet:31687 2005-12-22T10:52:46Z 2005-12-22T10:52:46Z i think most people would have gotten a message, but i'm housesitting starting tomorrow, and i want people to come round on the tuesday public holiday. let me know if you want to come and i'll give you details. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pumpkinfeet:28410 2005-10-15T10:43:03Z 2005-10-15T10:43:03Z Patience and Prudence - Hot Cross ugh.<br /><br />my little brother is having his birthday party. now. so my house is full of thirteen year old skanks. and im not going out for another hour and a half. so i've taken refuge in the study. turned my music up loud. and im not coming out until 9.30. unless dad cooks me some food. then i'll come out. eat. and return.<br /><br />my horoscope today carried an ominous forewarning of conflict. i havent had it yet. so im guessing it'll come tonight. although, i had a fair bit of conflict at about 3 this morning. with jess. because i insisted on escorting her to the phonebox. i didnt want her walking around on her own at 3 in the morning. apparently that makes me a bad person. go figure.<br /><br />the end. thats my story. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pumpkinfeet:4469 2005-02-10T04:57:26Z 2005-05-15T12:03:34Z Non-objective portrait of karma -- Circle Takes the Square Ignorance is bliss no wise woman's failed to mention <br />and surely some koan suggests 'neglect leads to perfection'<br />but the more I turn my face from the crowd<br />the more I feel my backs' increasingly compelled<br />for the sake of escape, to turn a knife on itself,<br />a knife of relief, from all the petty insight<br />and finally I'll sleep, I'll sleep through the night.<br />Bored as fuck with this street corner-cover.<br />study of a face in a figure. surveying this language as a game<br />surveilence of this language as the plague.<br />the dimension of persistence condemns.<br />This portrait of karma, crafted in accident<br />text book seduction, minus the text in the language of ghosts<br />and so we ran, like the wolves were biting,<br />the inhibitions of their prey kept them from screaming<br />"scratch my back and I will stab you in yours"<br />so I chose to live this life alone, without the teeth marks<br />but I predict, I'll have to sink my fangs in someone else's heart to heal my own.<br />just a victim's split, one part for the wolves, one part for you.<br />but I'll grow weary soon, weary of this fractal code,<br />weary of this hallway lined with ghosts.<br />just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to let them in<br />their words will cause the sweetest fracture from a stone's throw<br />just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to welcome them<br />parasitic, viral critics, or lovers, like spirits mingling in the mist<br />that we crafted, a starving jury, let them eat shit from our trembling hands.<br />The heat for heat's sake, on this Barnard block of Congress<br />deductively speaking, the polar of progress<br />well maybe I put too much faith in the accident<br />entranced, we danced toward the ripest display of escape<br />let the starving ghosts feast, from this flesh, from these bones,<br />let them all feast. In this chess game of language, forced to sit so I play all alone, watch the bathos drift forth like the petals from a wild crafted rose.<br /><br /><br /> -Friends only- <br /> -comment to be added-