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Name: justino
Location: Africa, Louisiana, United States
Birthday: 4/4/1982
Gender: Male


Expertise: crescent city madness (big easy empty bottles of bourbon)
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Saturday, November 26, 2011

abandon:

blistered feet and shit weather
whether we disclose it
or mostly not
palms sweep across my face

gristle clenched in the jagged
canyons of a haggard maw
all those things that
make us what we are
stripped bare and exposed
a harbinger of discomfort
pulls nerves from open
sores

"i just can't live this way.
no, not anymore."

god bless us all in these
graceless times
 
 
 


Tuesday, April 19, 2011

a small turn of human kindness:


"i'm so sick of this place," she whimpers
"i just want to go home."
her voice cracks gently when she mouths
"home."

[colors]

i'm sick of this too.
what kind of people are we?
our own snares are baiting.
this is no place for you,
but i can't make it just
disappear.

[colors]

what did you see?
"anomalies," the fragments reply
"no departing passages."
she leaves alone,
without question.
exhausted.
unbehooved.

[colors]

nerves and piano keys
please please don't leave,
not now. i need you,
i fucking hate this game,
i never win.
i called out loud to them,
aghast the shrieks in here
keep us shoved deep. yet
i've watched her walk far away
from this place,
and i did not call out.

[colors]

i know that
this is all my fault.
it's always my fault. 


Monday, April 11, 2011

detonance:


wisps of distressed hair follicles bunch
ing into peripheral curls. hand powdered
grasping mechanisms, easing the finger
behind a means to deliver an opposite sm
ile. gracious as a digit on her cracking
lip. the comfort of imipramine when i l
ick the insides of her cheek. the little
smoke taste. a finger in bicentennial w
ounds circumnavigating the bullet entry.
feathered nerve endings in a trapese be
tween oxygen and epidermis. aborting a b
omb in the belly, she cries when the che
micals swing in a park bench. the sound
of tearing viscera and sweat smacking co
ncrete.

hanging vision so far over in curiosity
that gravity is above.


Wednesday, February 02, 2011

my 25 favorite albums of 2010

in a semi-particular order:

cloudkicker - beacons/a new heavenly body
deftones - diamond eyes
intronaut - valley of smoke
thou - summit 
u.s. christmas - run thick in the night
immolation - majesty and decay
deathspell omega - paracletus
maserati - pyramid of the sun
beach house - teen dream
sailors with wax wings - s/t
burzum - belus
nachtmystium - addicts
bison bc - dark ages
cephalic carnage - misled by certainty
alcest - ecailles de lune
krallice - dimentional bleedthrough
julie christmas - the bad wife
ihsahn - after
levi/werstler - avalanche of worms
shining - blackjazz
iron maiden - the final frontier
torche - songs for singles
high on fire - snakes for the divine
hans zimmer - inception soundtrack
periphery - periphery (instrumental)


Sunday, October 10, 2010

a cajun-french proverb:


sir la table té ein pot 
dol’eau qui tombé en haut
mo tête. li brisé en mille 
morceaux et baptisé moin 
mié qué prête.

 

on the table was a pitcher of water
which fell on top of my head,
it broke into a thousand pieces
and baptized me better
than a priest could



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