Vespers (32)

one
releases syllables
until our silences

begin to match
the unknown,
housing

measures
of central
tendency, as if

and only if
the known
equalled

infinity,
meaning without
recourse, thereby retraction

permanence unwhittled might
drive daylight
toward

imperfect
shadow of
nightfall, mellow twin

both resisting and
accepting contrast,
uplifted

smoking

Ismokingdifferentpagecumpage
(paginationsymphonizes (deconstricted squirrel with tail
caught in mid-air

fuckartmachineindeepsleep sleeptalks to the insight machine
tense schizophre (pastwind -entre drives -trafficwind)
magnifies time exoskeleton

(pagination with
meltdown elbows

I'm a star pieced here


(somebody stole my EXQUISITE cadavulator....wanna it back !! i am a nobody without it ...)

My Signature Tastes Right of Way

tenacity is what
you bought when
you fought me
or four-fold
light rail
pulsing city dots
to here and
letting go of us
to venture
there and helms
with shutters near
I challenge
clear signals
to make flight
openly declarative
when morning
within morning
seeps into
whatever depths

Crescent/Sheila Murphy

[sdpoi
traffic
wind different (safety
lean page (of sleep
to bear on (surface
this (yet pieced

deconstrict

squirrel

wind neoplasticism
(past tense
this now (pagination symphonizes
mercy (matrilin

the white page the not a white
page white page

a4 [spgfdo it's

not arthur 'er i

I luv cigarettes

anxiety loose schizophre
of sleep to bear on
past tense to mood that drives (a riven
choreline (magnifies
exoskeleton

yow film star yoo
pornographic art

fuck off I'm smoking them

dreams 697 xm
port a feld
en'tre 7
push a bad thump for insight

machine I luv you
this is the best I've eva known it man

economic meltdown

elbows in
core skill 23 dream machine
corrus post u cum here to c u
94 eroor G
plague of herrings happiness moon shine 59

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Thank you to Miss Boux and CGRob for allowing me to use their photos in this image. I really enjoyed doing this one!

Simon

Vespers (31)

simplicity (preached locus
braves sweetness (filled
and the shrill (fate

sixty six degree (uncombed
morning by (way of
contrast (knowing

and (rejoinder
pain made (plainsong
vivid at center (hear

depth settles in (command
one locates (commencement
sleep (upon a lovely

ritual (trail
healing past (lumbering sun
the ritual cleanse (drops down

I treasure while (holding
you reassure (the present
intaken (handsome

then (weightlift seeds
released warm (caveat
clarity once placed (whole

against clean cotton (here
and lifted (forward
from (learning

relic (each
peace with (a pleasure
comfort and containment (bless

blackwater

anecd_otally qu_otable brigands
telesc_oping int_o
subcontracted
^may_hem
t_o ramificate
blessings of dem_o^cracy

Vespers (30)

daughter embellishes the brittle mother
night amounts to branches
that insist upon these windows
in succession

if a conversation were split open
part of it would equal
monologic breath transisting
toward thought also lifted

speaking acts upon the silence
with another in the room
somewhere a world enclosed
in being slips into a deeper world

this is how one reaches
to encompass the approaching
place of cool moist
time of heart when heat is left behind

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Psycholdelia, Abstraction and Realism!! Thank you to MissBoux (mysterious and charming) for allowing me to use her photographs in this picture :-)

Simon

Vespers (29)

wheel conforms to (figured
winter forms (past tense
this now (pagination symphonizes
mercy (matrilineal
gives way (alterity
to mood that drives (a riven
choreline (magnifies
the river (yet
once forwarded (these feathered lines
voiced (toward choice
my place (tipped
sorted (vain
wind different (safety
lean page (of sleep
to bear on (surface
this (yet pieced

Vespers (28)

I drive it is dark
My advice closes
The tacit reverence
For what I hear

I hear what has become of sleep
Translated close to child
With summer always summer's
Rare park maintained wide green

Ground smells cropped
Who is awake who tastes the cusp
Of night with morning
This hour of our depth

Makes easy lift away of qualms
For night and morning
Sifting difference between a smile
And a shouldered sadness just released

Grow Tall

Dusted

Breeze through
These particulates;
Obfuscate the mass-
Your system of
Point A's to Point B's
Dilutes the gas
Tank. The heart's
Tangled and soiled,
Soaked in dust-
The mind's field
Of thoughts,
Rattle in
The half-truths
And mistrust.

krasny kolya presents"Araeallia", instrumental.

hola / hi :

krasny kolya, integrante de la banda "Araeallia" presenta el debut de la versión instrumental homónima :
krasny kolya, member of "Araeallia" band, presents the debut of homonym (instrumental version) song :
myspace.com/araeallia

bon apetit.

No para Innita
myspace.com/araeallia
flickr.com/photos/innita

innita is back ..... from the dead?

Innita is alive again? Not really, Innita is more injured than ever from her death back in 1906. Now (1) she’s more like a pink nightmare appearing in this collective dream, she’s cupid, an angel of death, an angel of love, flying through this collective madness, a surreal bird, a winged sweet hunter, but innita can’t kill what is already dead; she just makes empty ghosts disappear. When the undead ones die in the Rawwar battles, innita erases them from this dream; she’s a dream inside this undead dream. She’s kind of lethal yet she’s kind of innocent; ‘cause, anyway, love gives us birth, love gives us death.


Innita series:
1. “ginotropia”: No without Innita
2. “hermafrocita”: Faking Innita
3. “astroenteritis”: The encounter of Innita & No, and the World War III.
4. “1906”: Innita and No living happily 7 months, back in 1906, and then die.
5. “innita no para”: Innita without No


(1) World War III: April 16, 17 & 18, 2006: Planet earth is undead.
This is the real state of the world right now -2007-. The world as we see and perceive it right now is a dream, we are dreaming this living-ozone state, but in real life we are in the middle of a raw war. It’s present time and when people see people die, it’s only a dream, it only remains undead people: omnivorous zombies and veganvampires.

flickr.com/photos/innita/sets/72157601209109123/

Vespers (27)

where you dwell it is conceptually mid-daylight stretched to last

the I-beams flourish

patricide (the thought of) long erased becomes you now

a necessary softness fills the set

the flow of nominative reaching makes perception

first person is impossible neglect

unless there are partitions

Personal Material

A big thank you to Miss Boux for letting me use her photographs in this image.

Simon

The Secrets of Time

Thank you to Miss Boux for letting me use her photographs in this image

Simon

Uniquely

Everybody is the same yet nobody is-
Trying to be uniquely normal
While fitting in to their differences;
Wanting to be noticed, recognized, celebrated-
And left alone.

Electric Bolts Within

Concentration leaks through
The surface.
In mighty drips,
Banging on the doorway-
In search
Of vague notions
Scattered amongst
These electric
Bolts within.

administration

bureaucracy
a paperchase
must give up smoking
legal compliance

bureaucracy
a paperchase
must give up smoking
legal compliance

bureaucracy
a paperchase
pig and whistle
purros tape

OCD
slippage
insanity
paranoia

stress
illness
cancer
blood pressure

redundancy
unemployment
Internet
isolation

compliant
complaint
fill up
aggressive

bureaucracy
pointlessness
Postmodernism
human condition

dogged
retrieve
cocky
abysmal

squeeze
arbitrariness
machine
no money

complicate
dislocate
disengage
can't pay mortgage

bureaucracy
oligarchy
democracy
clonology

bureaucracy
a paperchase
head in the sand
knights move thinking

bureaucracy
a paperchase
must give up smoking
legal compliance

bureaucracy
night on town
what was I thinking?
*this is insanity*

bureaucracy
paperchase
must give up smoking
pack up and go home

vespers 26 : an answer

this sudden copter moment

is color safe

and moonlightwhite
reflection traces past

the noise

and breath transcends Indifference frame
and cleanses
nourishes
and gives


c,

look at my new endurance

effect

please

Vespers (26)

Safe to say that moonlight cleanses. Watch
reflection take its own (measure of) life.

A copter traces past.

Her new love is a garden; is the breath an art.

Look at the contents of this frame.

Look at the freshness in that moment before everything had to be taken back. Look at the effect of black and white where color used to be.

Indifference transcends passion on the matter of endurance.

She prides herself on holding back.

October 2

Thank you again to the wonderful Miss Boux for allowing me to use her photograph in this picture. Short poem by me.

Simon