Poster:	novusopiate
Date:	2013-06-24 10:10
Subject:	warm blooded dreams
Security:	Public

Old glory
martini daughter
changeling in stasis
repeat the races
described in the press
majestic candidates
arrive unaware
boiling beggars
advising validity
useless type
small pieces
destroy-destroy
anything special
never seems so
poor judges
heart thieves
good heavens
apoplectic leisure
threading ink
post cut path
inviting
a month or two
investing
the name
warm blooded dreams
reptilian inconceivable
empty empathy
bored bird migration.
-GRIMM

Poster:	novusopiate
Date:	2012-09-04 20:08
Subject:	paragraph medley
Security:	Public

winter came on strong hanging from my shoulder slurring her cold curses forgetting the verses of sacred songs chipping diamonds on her sharpened canine incisors leaking her inky disguise staining my cheek bruising my bottom lip taking her time between sips of smoke and persimmon jaunty progress towards icy afterworldness vivid solstice doors to a dead age turning to a blank rage guessing wrong pushing into a depth unforgivable uneasy i'm uneasy at every turn its over and out its mayday call casting about preaching the word disturbed carrying cases of cash i've got silver and i hold weight in mirror fashion winter gauged my reaction salted my walk defended my horror as lush as lashes batting her beacon....

past all pastel prehistoric rhetoric spell check the heretic hero worship the dread arsenic ship sink the brain trust rethink the pain lust rouge wave abstain gave up the ghost grief phantom limb-ed climbing tree arrived in anxiety ashtray beret stand up to be waylaid divorced of the payday

a glutton for respect pre med analgesics stood up by prosthesis defected to recess act out loud taking requests insinuating secrets your puns done by pre text at cost at a loss my lung span is albatross


lead veined winter clouded a red stained dissenter shouted and resented the well said well read well fed bloodshed soup-line paradigm traveled forth on a stolen dime get it out of bed in time cause i won't ever need to see it off so named so counted ceiling surmounted black castles maimed the victim of vice claimed the mischief of mice dug the flood at the door the four on the floor to ignore and adore drown on the shore of sense before there is more offence to dole out to shout inward to bellow below toe to toe to stow away cause i won't ever need to see it off.

closer to closing drifting towards dozing awkward in her eyesight subtle in his own right. automatic involvement bee-swarmed begging off heart-worn edging out of airs at the foot of despair easy-eyed and cursing randomly dispersing symptoms of love lost at high cost. of love thrown to the wind buried in black sandcastles volcanic passions leasing out their insides to poster children disaster ridden cast asides.

she came quickly stopping short of collision giving up her right to indecision playing the part of being desperate for invention she could do no wrong she could crucify the cast asides corrupt the handsome brides glower and pale at the lift of the veil.

bare widows echo sentimental salvage import pointed fingers imbibe imperfection give up the ghost of theatrics get lost in semantics i'll argue out loud i'll falter for sure i'll agree to give i'll pour it all out. glass dancers angle inwards erupting interest onto untold eyes misspent ancient missives missed their mark injuring the insults intended and i alone was apprehended. i'll shout out i'll spill i'll give my entirety.

rest reached forward through the density of the dark winter sang out to assure us hissing her famous remarks. we go along and sing too, in our sleep in our dream nations. Ease is unfair, "can your company keep" the pace of heart thieves. gone south under the weather by foot. kissed with in an inch of my strife.

Poster:	novusopiate
Date:	2012-08-24 18:51
Subject:	bodyspeak 1
Security:	Public

Bodyspeak loveheat Breathless Blush
Stolen swollen Bloodbath rust
Basking bruising haunted hush
Rose hips wet lips silent crush

Poster:	novusopiate
Date:	2012-08-23 17:46
Subject:	SHOUT (comments?)
Security:	Public

bare widows echo sentimental salvage import pointed fingers imbibe imperfection give up the ghost of theatrics get lost in semantics i'll argue out loud i'll falter for sure i'll agree to give i'll pour it all out. glass dancers angle inwards erupting intrest onto untold eyes misspent ancient missives missed their mark injurying the insults intended and i alone was apprehended. i'll shout out i'll spill i'll give my entirety.

Poster:	kimberly_tries
Date:	2010-09-27 18:19
Subject:
Security:	Public

howdy folks. i just started a new community, read_to_us.

it's a place for folks to read to each other, out loud.

it's brand new so there are only a few folks there, but if people get involved it has the potential to be really enjoyable. so, come tell us a story?

thanks, & sorry for the spam.

Poster:	wolfieris
Date:	2009-12-15 23:16
Subject:	An out of control free-write
Security:	Public
Mood:	contemplative

Riddled with holes (and grammatical errors), brought about by my mind's mental gymnastics...sorry if it's hard to follow:





Sweat dripping down the small of my back, crawling across my neck and around my ear, collecting in the palms of my hands and mockingly caressing the shallow valley between my breasts. Sweat so precious, a marker of this day’s work, not mental work done while sitting behind a computer screen, much like now, but real physical effort – the body doing what it was made to do. Absolutely liberating.

There are things in this world which distract us from the fact that ultimately we are here to survive, and in order to do this, no matter how strong the mind, one’s body must be fit to meet the challenge the earth provides. And she does provide; little hints here and there: a hill terrifying in its angle arching upwards (your excuse, or at least mine being “oh god, I am so out of shape,” but never really making a change to this), or perhaps the horror of a meeting 6 floors up a broken elevator (she chuckles that you take ten minutes to climb where perhaps a near-elderly gentleman from nearly any third world nation could make it up in a third of the time).

Technology is often seen as a blessing, something to make the world a little easier on you, but in this age more of us are wondering what if we are wrong? Technology has allowed for poor habits and more leisure time, unhealthier people living longer lives, and more of them populating areas which could not support a tenth of their number not a little over a century ago.

There are ethical issues in thinking up solutions for these things, but ultimately there is the worm of a thought in my head of whether or not nature will continue her population cycles with us. Whenever a population gets too large in nature, she cuts them down drastically to allow for change and a fresh start, rather like our spring cleaning. And in that situation is it so absurd to think that our technology will more likely be used as a weapon than a blessing when that time comes?

Ultimately it does not matter. Nature and life is the most adaptable creature on earth. She will survive long after the human race has gone out of existence, likely in a puff of irony, and will eventually erase all trace of our existence. One may then wonder why it is that we care. Why bother with humanitarian efforts or try to save the panda bear from near certain extinction, when it is just so much easier to be selfish and spend what we can on ourselves, as a sort of evolutionary right?

And this is the ultimate philosophical argument. The transcendentalists versus the gothic romantics: inherent good versus inherent evil, and it is the hardest solution to find, because it all comes down to the belief in something besides oneself. Perhaps this is the reason for the creation of religion. A system to explain why we should not live for ourselves but for others. As a whole, not for the betterment of one individual, but for the betterment of the species.

An evolutionary concept, you say? Maybe. Maybe I’m full of shit. But I’m sure that every single one of us has wondered at some time “what’s the point?” and maybe this is part of the answer but in the end it interesting to realize that in the face of the beauty and… symmetry, I suppose, of the universe, most of us decide that there is something greater than ourselves for which to live. A collective soul, God, an everlasting soul, capable of rebirth or not, spirits, something absolutely intangible, this is the motivation behind even the smallest act of kindness? Maybe

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Poster:	kmnfive
Date:	2009-12-10 06:28
Subject:	worst lunch ever
Security:	Public

occasionally she would raise her hands and make the octopuss taunt, claiming that nakchi is the best tasting seafood ever. she painted her new apartment white, and when she bought the new bed, she didnt know how to put it together. i was excited to run over there, put the bed together, and break it in, so-to-speak. ;)











"nak chi! nak chi!" she would taunt.













"stop doing that, youre being so weird."













"im weird?? you're weird, mr i eat steak with a bread cutter and a spoon!"













i raised my hands over her shoulders and we walked slowly across the midnight parking lot.













"dont you think a ferrari is the ultimate sign of success??"













the whole time im sitting there, asking myself why i listened to my mother to go on a blind date with her friends daughther. weird.













"my cave of yours?"













she must have been drunk.













"lets goto your place" as i evaded the embarassment of having to see her face when she comes over to my place and realizes that i have no bed, but a futon that i bought at a garage sale, and a computer desk made from a piece of plywood supported by cinderblocks.













she goes into the shower, comes out steaming, wrapped in a towel.













"can you put this on for me?" as she handed me her necklace, which was obviously a tease.













we sat down on her love seat. she put on her favorite tv show, and swung her legs onto my lap.













"whats the problem? you've never had a one night stand before?"













interesting, her tease turns into a dare.

Poster:	samohtmymind
Date:	2009-08-03 15:17
Subject:	anatomically correct.
Security:	Public

( thread a human body with just one conscious, with fists of less than pebble, broken from the start, but embroider it with all the names of stars.Collapse )

Poster:	hermsss
Date:	2009-03-19 20:24
Subject:	!!!
Security:	Public

‘I need ice cream,’ Wendy, who is my girlfriend, is saying. We are at the school entrance, somewhere caught in the crowds of other girlfriends and boyfriends and masses filtering out to escape this shithole back to the safety of their homes, some party, or just going anywhere but here. For some reason, I feel sick.

I tell her to please shut up, I’m taking her to the ice cream place at the village. And we walk hand in hand, like any couple should be, to the parking lot. The asphalt is all scuffed up with brake marks, or something.

‘Bridge,’

‘Bridge’

‘What?’

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Poster:	runtus_maximus
Date:	2009-03-11 22:13
Subject:
Security:	Public

Any help whatsoever would be awesome, whether it be on style, plot, or characters.


[a beginning]

There aren’t supposed to be so many of us.  Mods are crammed inside the filthy warehouse like insects in a hive, or maybe like those fish they used to cram in cans.  The dark is thick and syrupy, relieved only on the stage at the far end of the room, but my night vision works overtime to allow me to see faces in the press of bodies.  A boy made all of sharp angles turns and, catching my eye, flashes a razor grin.  His teeth are the noxious black of a meth addict.

My underarms start to dampen, skin stretching tight across my neck and I blindly turn for Michael through the haze of acrid smoke and steamy sweat.  He’s not there.  I can feel the sweat-pot-excitement leaking out of the crowd and settling on to me like wet wool in summer, thinking it’s so stealthy and silent.

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Poster:	samohtmymind
Date:	2008-12-01 00:52
Subject:	Raging Hearts, Burn in Unison
Security:	Public

I'm 14 and writing a novel. I only have the intro down.

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Chapter 1 The Canvas and its Man

There was the absinthe of colors that cried from brush eyelashes. Blue, purple, red, green, there was gold. Broad image-- deliberately subtle enough as to capture intensity strictly through gazer's squint. A surrealism like perfume, capturing passion into a bottle and exerted on awe-struck victims. A fragrance so sharp it cut through like tears on delicate cheeks.

But an invisible line ran through his seemingly perfect canvas-- a fine line that separated flawless and perfection, two distinct things. Flawless was only without blemishes, no tears, no weakness; no entrance. Perfection was.. something so much stronger. He needed perfection, he craved perfection. It aroused nothing but contempt.. and infatuation, infatuation for striving, striving to revolutionize.
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Poster:	sometimesthefur
Date:	2008-11-23 21:28
Subject:	I Had a Spur In My Side
Security:	Public

I had a spur in my side- and it was waiting for its infectious coat to form and grow to keep calloused- safe and warm-
                  Wet-feel-
                                   Live from downtown!  A real beehive…

Ten.  Nine.  Eight.  Seven.  Six.  Five.  Four…
                                   
                                                            Fire Burns.
   
“My, my.  Your brain in jumbles?  Looking for a cure, darling?”
    Her lips dripping with venomous questions lurking in inferred night.  Hawks spot the heat from our silhouettes radiating and rising- licking their feathers.  Tiny sensors designed to observe without observing.  There is no effort involved, I mean.  There is just sensory intake mechanisms: comparative categorizing completed by the cognitive neuron fires burning with electric grey and blue-pink-brown shells that transmit while receiving instantaneously, solutions to become history’s legend of evolution.  With a snap, we can be plummeting towards the Earth like fallen pressures after nuclear blasts settling in the air-stream (circling the globe).  Approaching our prey, completely undetectable.
    She reaches out her arm- close fisted- with her mind telling me, “It won’t be like anything you’ve ever taken before.”
    A hiss comes from behind her throat- shredding paper- machine zipper- dusty frontera- blond child breathing in metal- breathing out years of life. 
Her face soft in moon-dim shadowed by inferred silhouettes.  The memory mask of her youth washes out impurities like man-made fear erasure.  As she’s standing there with innocent drawn eyes, I tacitly agree to take in what she is offering- to absorb the experience as knowledge and the knowledge as an experience- to utilize this moment in future moments.
She picks up on my frequency emissions and though I can’t see anything but innocence in her face, I know she is grinning sharp and flat with the well knowing of what lies ahead for me in the next few minuets.  I silently place my palm under her wooden fingers.  The creaking of the joints where her ancient bones connect seems to slither into the foreground, overtaking all other audio senses.  Opening her hand completely to allow a ring shaped object to fall cool and stone smooth into mine- sending a ripple up my arm and into my neck, immediately slipping into my brain stem and coiling itself around the cerebellum.
I can’t move.  I’m paralyzed.
“Look for a cure darling.  Look for a cure lurking in inferred night.”
  Hawks spot my fear erasure.  And she’s standing there licking her feathers- tiny sensors.  What she’s offering is to absorb the effort.  I mean, there is just experience!  Utilize this moment complete with cognitive neuron shells that transmit while receiving and though I can’t sees anything but the end of evolution comes as a SNAP!  We can all be pushed flat with the knowing well of nuclear blasts settling in the air.
I silently place my palm under her, completely undetected.  Her ancient bones connect.  She seems to be telling me with her mind that, “It won’t be like audio senses- the possibility of getting the message confused with what you think you hear.”
Her lips dripping with the venomous quest for youth to wash out the impurities, like man’s frontal lobe designed to observe without observing.  There with innocent drawn eyes, I tacitly agree to her theory of installing sensory intake mechanisms for comparative experience as knowledge and the knowledge fires begin to burn with electric grey future moments.
Opening her hand cool and stone smooth into mine.  Sending a slipping into my brain stem and coiled into a paper shredding machine.
                       zzzZZZZZZZZZIIPP!
    Instantaneous solutions to become history’s third leg.
Her knowledge- dusting out years of my life, trickling fine powder out onto the ground.  She picks up on my pleasure frequency- self emissions plummeting towards the Earth like fallen innocence I see in her face.  I know that in the darkness, she is grinning streams- enough to circle the globe twice.  As we’re approaching our destiny, she reaches out for me, and I for her.  Both closed fisted, swinging wooden fingers with their creaking joints- “We will not be misunderstood!  And furthermore, our spur in your side WILL be taken seriously!”
    She turns to me, “You ever taken anything like this before, baby?  Baby?”
    I look forward with empty suitcase eyes paralyzed to stare straight ahead for eternity like a war victim.  Her voice is enveloped by the hiss of a blond child breathing in metal- and then breathing out completely to allow a ring shaped object to fall over us soft faced and blue in moon-dim chill.

Poster:	clockscan
Date:	2008-11-15 12:55
Subject:	brighter than right
Security:	Public

encompassing truth denied by the vision-less donkeys
scattering truth like bread for the ducks
the feasible escape tastes sour to perplexed wanderers
instead chewing on materialism and swallowing falsehood

confused by the purpose while wasting time
media consumption to cause logical disconnect
the boroughs of thought deepen the sadness
carrying penalties that encumber the mindless

truth is a nuisance like gum stuck to shoe
the material happiness is the visible victory
but the blind know nothing except what can be touched
the truth is heavy and more lasting

if only you knew and loved that which is eternal
but no, you love that which will perish
consume, consume, be content with your purchase

currency are the deeds of which will not be wasted
but those that reject peddled precious for desolate.

Poster:	fotia
Date:	2008-07-20 05:12
Subject:
Security:	Public

heap dust fire collapse
stretch spread fire relax
tense buildup exhaust relapse
flex droop
inflate deflate
puffy shape of stars near and far
(universal potency lies within and without and..
BEHOLD! WITHHOLDINGS! What is not allowed is!
The whole thing slides; The gridlock subsides.

Like swinging pendulum

Poster:	synesthete
Date:	2008-07-13 21:29
Subject:	Finding Inspiration
Security:	Public

There's change on the horizon.

My daily routine is almost identical to what it was 5 years ago. As I mount my bike in the morning, and wade through the gridlock traffic on my bicycle, I meditate on my destination and my means of getting there. Should I go for the short steep hill and risk getting sweaty, or should I stick to the flats and continue picking unpredictable lines through a melee of potential carnage, with purpose? Ah, Purpose - that mystical guardian... constantly two steps ahead of me.

When I find myself at the crossroads, it is Purpose that could be around either corner. The trail head that points West is described as a technical and rewarding road which reminds me of the trails I've been on since I started, while the trail that points East appears to be more progressive and captivating for a longer amount of time.

And so, I remain, stumped at the trailheads hours later - wondering which path I should continue deeper on... Where can Purpose be found?

Poster:	captainsavvy
Date:	2008-07-08 14:32
Subject:	Black Liquid Issue 3
Security:	Public

Hi Everyone,

Issue 3 of Black Liquid is officially out! We're an experimental magazine always looking for more minds to expand and submissions of art/poetry/music - anything you can think of.

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Poster:	vibework
Date:	2008-06-24 14:35
Subject:
Security:	Public

Hiding here in my ancient jukebox
trying to escape prepositional
phrases
posing as band names,
echo chamber tremolo
strangled spheniod singers.
nothing more to resonate

I am about up to here
with the way hair streams
greenly under water.
only on TV
do bodies match that grace.

bubble headed and blowing up
for one more sweet
giant
pink
pop!
I stupidly visit lumpy gray
cemeteries
looking for heroic long haired zombies

finding only what was frozen warm.
leftovers for ninja worms

Poster:	nopanache
Date:	2008-06-24 13:30
Subject:	words found one weekend early june
Security:	Public

Ross Lombardi, please pick up on your space te-
lephone. It's not too, promiscuous. I'm
a little skeptical, I'll bite the bull-
et. Any one flying to Lake Charles?
Any remarks or jokes about secur
ity may result in your arrest

Poster:	kimberly_tries
Date:	2008-06-13 23:09
Subject:	mermaidian
Security:	Public

when i say i morph mermaidian,
all i mean is
i can swim underwater,
hold my breath for a real long time,
left treasures that'd get your eyes drunk

I have seen the colossal squid
tangoed in its arms
dancing out alive
you’ll call it luck,
I know it’s grace.