Nine months later,
she spreads her legs and screams
for repentance.
A promising serpent who slithered
into her body –
The gift of intelligence or
a few moments of attention.
Her only contribution.
The truth has no patience for manners.
The lesser gender.
I’ve been screwing around with painting for the first time, but I don’t ever plan on stopping now…
“Breakthrough”
“Labia”
“The Quiet Before the Storm”
“Consciousness”
“Creation”
“Father”
Is our existence one of conscious will or a malicious accident?
It’s incredibly arrogant to assume that we are our creator’s best intention. If this is the case, then our creator is imperfect because we are imperfect. Is it in our mind’s programming to even see ourselve’s as perfect? Are we even wired to understand what perfection is?
Is there even such a thing as a creator? What proof is there to prove otherwise? Is the creator even conscious of our existence? To what extent is that consciousness benevolent? Does the creator see us as a vital organ or a cancerous cell? Or are we just another involuntary action in a series of complex actions being carried out without conscious thought?
Trust stumbles down wiring like wet noodles.
Neurons cultivating insolence
for millions of years –
A hungry hungry Hippo
reminding me again of a less than perfect existence.
I cast boyhood aside and became
a boy
as everyone else became lovers.
And as I heckled them and cried out from a far,
a midget — who stuttered — pulled on my pant leg and
begged me to show him
a card trick.
But they ignored me
even though I require constant supervision.
One day the sun will be black.
Everybody remember that cute little tune Sharon and Susan sang together in the Parent Trap as one of a series of last ditch efforts to get their parents reunited. How distraught I was when I eventually found out that Sharon and Susan were the same actor, and they weren’t actual twins? But this is all beside the point…
What I really wanted to say is the point of this website is to communicate with each other and the rest of the world. I want to see debates gets start, rivalries born, tempers flaring and egos hurting. So please continue to spread the word, so we can get as many users, contributers and commenters as possible. We still have a long ways to go.
~Greg
The stars must have felt like lint
as you swatted and cursed at them in maddness
while fleeing the morning sun, together,
in ecstasy and disgust.
It was absurd.
~Greg
