manifesto, selected writings1995-2000

I try to sleep but your swords sink thru me and then the sickness sets in i don't want to know that about you i am content with dividing my knowledge by ignoring your signals by not reacting a sort of disassociation, i suppose, or is it justthis little heart punding so fast that it trips and falls and spills DRIP DROPS and indifferent actions; You sway, I write, You continue, that is all i have to say on the matter.

Do not move... perferations sought... sielent 'til the bow breaks and falls....remember? Yeah, I bet you do, with your stoned- faced shit- ball existance. It ends now. As soon as I can find that handy-hand-held retractble eye.