honest

"i'm not dead,"

globemail

You learn everything from women
the experience of paralysis
a cry for peace

Dressed in purple pyjamas and smoking a borrowed cigarette
kissed by Boby
behind a dirty windscreen of a minibus

A woman protects herself with an umbrella
brandishes a sword while shouting slogans
an expression of calm anticipation

Her lover
mostly unseen
self-contained and spare
dances in our heads

The experience of paralysis

Simon

This blog is dedicated to Simon

Everyone, meet Simon. This picture was taken without his authorization or knowledge, thus it is not a good angle. However, this man was impertinent to forming our experience in China.

Facts learned about Simon:
1. He is from Denmark
2. He likes techno-music
3. He wanders the streets of China after hours and subsequently gets a ride home in a police vehicle
4. All Chinese are trying to steal from him
5. ...Especially the women he takes home with him for the night whom leave with his money
6. He hates teaching
7. After getting ready to go... somewhere... he stands absentmindedly on his doorstep wondering what he was going to do
8. He wanted to murder us in his sleep
9. Val claims the above is true
10. We are exceptional at mimicking his accent

Thank you Simon, for giving us something to write home about.

ugly // handsome

the development of more unique talents
lightly-ribbed, pale green skin
covered by a layer of fat

goths and punks usually use a wide range of dark colours
the ability to see in the dark
maxi pads to mop up your excited tears
a concentrated solution of sugar

slaughtered, gutted and heartbroken
frequently voluntary

a kind of innocent pride
his childhood was filled with long hospital stays
imperfect flowers
an unspecific derogatory epithet

directed by Gulshat Omarova

facebook?

Okay,

I feel like I am completely in the dark with this whole "Facebook" phenomena. I keep getting invites, but I have no idea what to do with them... and I have no idea what the point of facebook is. Anyone have any idea? I can see myself joining the throng and then never checking it again. Is this just another passing phase... a craze perhaps?

I don't know.

Is that your face in the sky?

I don't know.

I wish I had a book,

With your face in it.

This poem and post is dedicated to Panda.

misunderstanding

just remember that a tenet doesn't pay rent

never to see any other way

Did I ere? H.W. put it up where I did.