The light of the eyes is as a comet,
And Zen's activity is as lightning.
The sword that kills the man
Is the sword that saves the man
.
Zen

It is too clear and so it is hard to see.
A dunce once searched for fire with a lighted lantern.
Had he known what fire was, He could have cooked his rice much sooner.
.
Searching for fire with
Lanterns prevents cooking rice
much sooner clearly

Buda said a good
horse will run at even the
shadow of the whip

It

Use traditional
fixed message and make it fit
with no loss of worth

Try it yourself, you
Have a great way with words but
lack tight discipline

The clich

It was not for you
It

i'm feeling tired,
of not feeling much more than,
just feeling tired.

alien in my brain
turning my art into cartoons
accidental cartoonist am i

feeling way to old,
i stop to smell the flowers,
withering for me.

here comes more heartbreak,
inspiration will follow,
seems "high school tragic"

don't be too hasty
seeking is not the best way
experience speaks...

i need a girlfriend,
if you are calloused and direct,
feel free to apply.

WHY DO I SMELL LIKE TUNA?
COULD IT HAVE SOMETHING TO DO
WITH A BALLOON-A?

there will be no
meat hooks or frozen bodies
in my life, I'm evil
enough already in my
pathetic self mockery
and letting these non-Christians
not save themselves, distracting
themselves with the empty confessional enemas
and joining right in myself

maybe I need to
go nuts and really be this
person they'd like me to be
mike meyers eating the flesh
only respected becase he's feared
a blank source, hears no mockery,
he cuts your hands off and throws you down for the sheer pleasure
of hell and psychosis

the fantasies of horror movies
are better not as realities but as release

the people on line
provoke to feel better
about themselves or
to drag another down
into their depths, not
to return because they feel
like they need to drag company
down to their level, so, they're
not alone in hell...

get on the fucking high ground with
me you lazy bastards and stop trying to drag me down, as you
can see, I'm doing a fine enough
job myself
to bring me down

I slice my wrists in
person, he says "see, I was
right!!!" and as I bleed to
death he grins in his insecurity,
smiling, kicking, smiling, kicking
till someone pulls him away
and cuts his throat, and it keeps
going, from Babel to Iraq

are you trying to provoke
me man? it won't help your
problems much at all...

never does

a self-righteous prick
claiming the moral high ground
his cliched queries

so warm and pleasant
hoochie mamas display their
new easter assets

pariah smokers
the summer smog approaches
thank you bloomberg

nothing is open
even whores take the day off
to ease their conscience

it's Easter sunday,
time for solemn rememberance,
and a candy binge.

If you could end all
deaths in the world by murder
of one baby, could you?

If we were all to choose
Which would win our honest vote?
Do we know ourselves?

The struggle between
good and bad is eternal
to what advantage?

My skin feels the wind
Long before I register
Just how cold I am

How to impart words
Over which we wish to have
simple mastery

When passion

fuck me however you like
Im not fussy right now
depravity

Old Hellenic days
Those ancient Greeks, they swung both ways
Sex with old Greeks phase

my future unknown,
waiting for devine vision,
venerable rank.

all out of zoloft
my grasp on reality
tenuous at best

let's all free tibet
like, buddhists are so, like, "cool"
screw the iraqis

those crazy leftists
if they can't be contrary
they don't want to live

change enough diapers
and you realize what you are
a big bag of shit

every fucking day
a rerun of time and space
linking night and dawn

Toronto was trashed
last night by the Red Sox, and
blue jays, pitched when they

saw the red of their
sox and garciaparra
rituals won the day...

America is
a young stepchild, crossed out by
war and seperate

mores, forces, minds
an ocean, "new world", new stuff
promised land puri

hoohah...King James ghosts
haunting Boston and New England
is a Cthulhu

i can feel my fear
but i can also feel some
kind of building peace...

wth?

cheers william...I think
i might have liked Francis Bacon
too, those meat pics...

the pope on rye

US and Britain
Two countries divided by
a common language

An answer asked for
Is not a guarantee of truth
Questions are loaded

Will the sky show me
A colour that she once wore
Nature

The hourglass turned
Time passes with measured pace
grains of sand slowly

To friends flat tonight
Eating real Indian food
Toilet rolls in fridge

Media pressure
Questions legitimacy
Of occupation

I suppose one could
Say it was flattering one
When ones work is filched