our bodies being broken

our bodies being broken

is no reason not to love each other

and we always know this

but we always forget

no hospital bed

no voicebox

no war

can keep us apart

not where it counts

so little information

in my dream i was walking around "downtown" somewhere and i was surrounded by people, some were my friends and they came and talked to me. some walked by. they were all headless. their necks were bloody stumps. some more than others. some strangers had heads but not many

14:02

 

i went home and all of the missing heads were on facebook, trapped in the little boxes, sliced off at the neck by the camera, the computer, the little facebook frame.

14:03

 

i too was headless and in my dream i felt the box of facebook slicing through my neck

14:03

 

i want to make paintings about that.

14:05

 

in my dream i felt the pain, i saw the blood, the others acted like they didnt see or feel it. the headless people that spoke to me spoke only bullshit, all of their real words thoughts and emotions could only be heard/read where their faces were trapped, on the internet

14:05

 

it was a nightmare, but i want to explore this concept

14:09

 

so much of you and i existing together has not been in "real life". how many big moments in all of our lives were not really real? were only photographs or songs that we didnt write or chats? is everyone in a relationship with their blog/yahoo chat/whatever? penpal? why do these machines have this kind of power to change our emotions with so little information?

done here

what would my father say?

dark eyes peer out at me 

from the magazine thats continuously

hanging out across from the toilet

VIETNAM BLAH BLAH

is the title

i look away

look towards the toilet paper

pinned to the wall there

a diagram

WHAT SMOKING DOES TO YOUR BODY

rotting from the inside out

disgusted i look back

what are the other features in this rag?

next biggest title:

do the iraqis have a right to defend themselves?

ok. im done here.

now you're only facebook friends

i dont even try

whenever i do the space gets wider

in between us than before

im peering out from deep across the bed

did you ever wake up in the mornin

just before the break a day

wake up and feel the pillow cold

where yer baby used to lay

our relationships consists now of segments

that i can save in a file called your name

in a file i call misc aug 09

but you and i

both know what that means

and file sharing is all that passes between us

ingmar bergman rock god/guitar hero

we could watch that ingmar bergman film. 

i need to be schooled on him.

everyone says hes a god.

oh he is a god.

yeah. ok. 

he's like a rock god. a guitar god. a guitar hero, if you will.

wait, ingmar bergman is a guitar hero? 

cool

coco.

rosie.

20 dallas on 9.11 at the logan square..... place.

hurd it thruu the grapevine. 

cool.

yeh.

your legs

he's mouthing the words

acting out the expression

i cant read his lips

its like a film in which 

the sound is just a little bit off 

from the film

from the motion

existing seperately

he bites his lip

confused look flashes through his eyes

backspace--backspace--

raise the eyebrows

"your legs..."

J/K

went across the street for a shot of jack and came back

handed a ten to the man who looked like a stoned american jesus

shake my hand he said

and mickey laughed

by the time he was done laughing

they had shaken hands so fast

i had missed it

mickeys eyes have a perfect glazed-over 

goldfish 

disguise

i hear forks and knives

coming from the neighbors houses

dinnertime

i fry up turkey bacon

and blueberry pancakes 

in beer

he says dear facebook, 

i hate my girlfriend's cooking

j/k.

HOLD IT TOGETHER!

when i put that ice cube on my head today my brain almost went into shock. i had to really try to hold it together.