The Metaplane

self-reflexive tripped up in anagrams with iron fists and wirecutters seeming to pass through my bowels and lost long forgotten blonde hello...

I have a problem with people who don't answer questions correctly. If you're going to answer at all, at least answer the question th...

In America, life has no meaning. We dabble in one thing after another Join a cult or become drug addicts Piss our years away. It doesn't...

So bigger and brighter The lights here wink and wander over Glassed hallowed domains We worked and wondered We had aches we fretted after St...

Expectant swirling Like going into a cave Surrounded by something darker Than mere blackness It's like the absence of all time Like noth...

The 1986 World's Fair was my introduction to the world. At 13 I was a kid who was interested in sharks, dinosaurs, and space, but though...

My feet push together like scullers Against the soft soil under the junipers In the prints they leave amongst the leaves and pebbles Somethi...

Now things come to a head Falling behind Leaves drop from bland white oaks Sunshine fills in the details There are little trails of tree flu...

The only problem with liberals crying foul is that they're right. Conservatives are in bed with corporations, in cahoots with dictators....

Another gray day Feels sad and old Easter Sunday one day Rains with cold And I I'm just worn out My heart feels torn out I fold Come and...

Maybe others cannot see so plainly The meaning of the words, nor hear as loudly The sounds they shape when proclaimed so proudly Nor smell t...

Do I want a totally honest blog out in public view? Won't people be scared off from ever hiring me, ever having a romantic relationship ...

I'm so tired of Art. Art makes a mockery out of the idea that we should just be insectlike workers slaving away to further our species ...

The world God put so much effort into making has turned out to be a complete disaster. Life isn't any fun; it's shallow. What can an...

The Internet "community" presents its own series of emotional and logistical challenges. Let's say you set up a blog and peopl...

My love, my friend, bear with me: Just carrying on living is meaningless without memory And memories can be unbearably sad When I think back...

Tonight I am a sea of sickness Like a smashed open tennis ball You can’t fill a hole with another hole Just hold me. The woman to my left is...

And I suppose And I suppose I am terribly naive. Even in saying this, I am showing my naivete; I begin sentences with things like "Life...

I am covered with hands This is a dance done hundreds of times before A jaw-clenching, back-arching spectacle I wear a plastic crown and peo...

Everyone please breathe a sigh of sadness for me. No, no, not yet....NOW. Ok, thanks. I have come down with something horrid and monstrous a...

I'm going to break tradition and include a picture in my otherwise sternly textual blog. I designed this T-Shirt on one of those sites t...

Unlike bimbos who only care about 'bling' and exposure and blatant, hedonistic materialism, I've come to realize that those nice...

Just do one thing. When the world seems out of hand And there are seven people breathing down your neck With their deadlines and their deman...

It's more fun to interact than to pass out And wake up no different than before, the same Regimen in place dispel waste shower work food...

Loneliness is enough To make me throw up the white flag I will surrender gladly for a single companion I don't need an army of adulation...

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