Tuesday, May 27, 2008

The Video Bar

The video bar over there on the left of the page are video/poem things I've made. I don't know how well the medium works, but I enjoyed making them.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Teaching Children How to Kill

(a poem from a newspaper)

Start now. Only the strong need apply. Unless the scenery falls down. Meanwhile, I am happier disease free. Look closer. Experiment with the flavors. Reduce the fear of the hole. That's the nature of the game. To keep pounding away.

The patriots failed early.

The approach into a bunker could dissolve. We'll get what they'll get: killing at least eight.
Died Thursday. Died Saturday. Died Sunday. Shame on you, barbed-wire.

Children playing in the streets.

You're invited with certain death looming. I didn't come this far to turn back. All killed separately. Slash the mutilated bodies. Call your local agent. A variety of grief at the petting zoo.

The perfect holiday gift.

Experience the death of a child. Our goal is improving the lives of mothers. Kudos to an evil suicide, lesson learned. Often messy, funeral services: a child snared by voices of addiction, a child loved through death.

Just step back and take a deep breath and you'll realize what a big deal this is.

It's my right to meet my father, he might not be the savior. A side-by-side duel. Cops can be dangerous, passing attack in order. Band together to fend off cease-fire. I killed two cops.
That's the nature of the game. We're one dimensional with a pair of pistols.

Final days to save.

You cannot force your mother to give you the deadliest year on record.
Remove your head. Blasted out beautifully. A pile of smoky rubble. Killing 199 people.

Time to prepare for the election, a special focus dealing with death. Binge eating interested people.
E-Z-Carve. Unhappy with your survivor's support, you will receive domestic abuse and violence.

Campaign to cleanse.

The nineteen year old king. His craving: wanting to die. Gun-fire sucked into his body. Starting a new war. Conditions are hazardous but not intense. Fall-apart 65 feet from the hole.

One shot victory in the children's miracle

I'm still missing a leg. Get rid of a wing and a prayer. The art of making jam:
Burn their mouths off.

The confession of a gypsy: Going to wreck the crash, the victim. I was able to gather gun-fire. My passion to serve is pure black.

Stimulate free expression nailing online predators. Her body was stashed in a window into your soul. Not everyone watches.

Today's hangout is tomorrow's dead zone.

World of war. The logic of this approach: Push her around. Step it up! A social justice issue.
It keeps the playing field fair. It's a very close count. 850 American troops died.

Kill him.
We're just one click away. Venture past the boundaries. Your goal is loving chaos.

Addiction to pain
killers. Collapses and dies. Collapses and dies.

Most of you have heard my name, heavily damaged by smoke, Resident Dies
2 slayings plead, "Strangled! Stabbed! Spur of the moment killings!"

She had been shot as a tool and die. The small caliber rifle didn't know the victims.

The death of a loved one. Grieving parents support education. Raises bleeding. Like a sexual orgasm dropped off a cliff. Conventional battles. A three block war. Troop surge.

What will your miracle sound like?