http://www.freaky-eyes.com Must I have those freaky eyes to be famous with you? Do I even want to? Thu, 18 Sep 2008 05:41:25 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en (c) j7, 2008 http://www.freaky-eyes.com/2008/09/18/rubberneck/ i ain't nobody's angelina. just an agile bloodstain from bold genetalia a lanky beat of hellbent vain keen tenth of a novel i awaken a gloomy hothead, fall asleep a legendary lobotomy and nag lovingly in trim dignity and with one last flourish of tidy verbal massacre i'll die like this snarky rich and poor as smacking dirt befitting a dynamic hag but will have wanted to be ... http://www.freaky-eyes.com/2008/08/04/point/ “Dada covers things with an artificial tenderness. It is snowing butterflies that have escaped from a prophet's head.” http://www.freaky-eyes.com/2008/08/04/tristan-tzara/ From the Guardian Newspaper Editorial Wednesday July 2, 2008 There are still a handful of women, aged at least 104, who were once barred from taking part in a UK general election because of their gender. After Edwardian struggles, women had finally won the vote in 1918 - but not all ... http://www.freaky-eyes.com/2008/07/03/suffragette-city-no-not-bowie/ http://www.freaky-eyes.com/2008/07/02/salvation/ http://www.freaky-eyes.com/2008/07/01/mark-marshall-merge/ http://www.freaky-eyes.com/2008/05/30/live/ today, the sun through my window and the wind through the trees created moving sillhouettes on my walls like old movies yesterday, jasmine whispered into the air while umbrellas collided and raindrops made perfect concentric circles along the stone walkways i often notice these magic little things but when i was a teen i discovered the hard way that pearls are ... http://www.freaky-eyes.com/2008/04/02/a-wisp-of-sadness/ i am missing in these ways between the buried me are slivered entrails of a thousand thoughts each day cut flowers in a bowl your critical eye on them all with constant derision and a mocking kiss for me in this room i am nowhere to be seen in this room i am ready to be saved in this room these moments wear me ... http://www.freaky-eyes.com/2008/03/30/missing/ for even an instant & when it did, i knew: it was inevitable, this kiss, from whom did i absorb absolutes, what a fool i am, to think otherwise. was it ever thus, when fever kindles bone-deep chill, then breaks sweat soaking starless unrest, while that one damn song keeps echoing, reechoing, chipping away my steadfast before ricocheting ... http://www.freaky-eyes.com/2008/03/23/it-never-occurred-to-me/