By hoskuld on 2020/12/19
the water surface bein dark indigo this way w orange lamp splashes i recall
if it was any weaker it stand no chance of my mind but
i never accustomed to these new chemicals (i never will it take too long 2learn)
younger ppl always on these sneaky these elusive psych drugs these randomizer drugs i cant identify muchless trace bunch of abracadabrascijargon on th prescription label fineprint
thats a force field i cant penetrate despite a headstart of abilitytofocus &despite what i can do usually yep
nothing i gather & aim at that locus can get close cuz of those damn psych drugs
the joy on its face when it sees me the triumph s unforgivable so joyful its placid
quite sure if it wudn fr that fr those damn smokescreen id snap that skull open w jus t a gentle breath a chuckle
Posted in 2019, CF-EF archive | Tagged hedin seal
By hoskuld on 2020/12/19
Gunnar saw a red tunic at the window and he made a thrust with his halberd and hit Thorgrim in the waist. The Norwegian lost his grip on his shield, his feet slipped and he fell off the roof and then walked to where Gizur and the others were sitting on the ground.
Gizur looked at him and spoke. “Well, is Gunnar at home?” Thorgrim answered, “Find that out for yourselves, but I’ve found out one thing–that his halberd is at home.” Then he fell down dead.
Posted in 2019, CF-EF archive, excerpts from icelandic sagas
By hoskuld on 2020/12/19
starts as a sparkle on the torn up inner side of my mouth where my misaligned tooth bites the cheek a bit of a pinch of a soreness of a moist callus and from here it opens me up
its born once in the sunshine on the remote island
its born a second time in the deepest dark sleep mold induced
its born again born again in traffic
the sound of a car crash several blocks over the sound of business as usual the sound of boring music being smiled to by the next generation the sound of people who cohabitate and hate each other the sound of scissors the sound of HVAC the sound of the bus the sound of thirst the sound of lawn care
the sound of exhaustion the sound of aimless inebriation in the daytime at work
it starts in the corner of my eye as an exciting pinch when the eyes fill over wet and from here it opens me up my mouth opened up by its pushing fingers wider
and wider
it starts as carcinogen in the lotion
it starts at the gas station
it starts on ur phone look at ur phone
my happiness is born once in the sunshine
its born again in the eclipse
Posted in 2018, CF-EF archive
By hoskuld on 2020/12/19
she said. if I had a brother
i would NOT fuck him.
Posted in 2019, CF-EF archive, one liners | Tagged hildigunn
By hoskuld on 2020/12/19
wow u mus b a rly_____ phr33 sp1r1t
Posted in 2020, CF-EF archive, one liners
By hoskuld on 2020/12/19
the candy hidden on the bookshelf in my green metal box was full of maggots this morning that were stained purple and pink from living inside a bag of wild berry gummy lifesavers. most remarkable were the dangling cornmeal-like moth crumbles that filled the wrapper still wiggling little tremors thru their shaking world or abandoned world when i lifted it up to look closer. there was no visible tear or means of entry/exit in the clear wrapper of the half centimeter thick since being flattened granola bar–the very same one i picked up at noon under the claiborne overpass on orleans on yes mardigras day
when g and o walked up behind me they doubled over laughing assuming i must be that wasted already if there i was crawling under the crowd’s sticky feet and deafening noise of music from 50 PAs diligently picking up trampled food items and broken cups from underfoot on that specially contaminated day. i didnt bother telling them i was quite sober and
well
i did mentioned but drowned out for the best by the amazing din
its still in the wrapper
Posted in 2020, CF-EF archive
By hoskuld on 2020/12/19
she says
“IM just gonna rent a cabin on the BEACH
N THEN ppl will come to my FUCKING BIRTHDAY”
Posted in 2018, CF-EF archive, one liners | Tagged hildigunn
By hoskuld on 2020/12/19
this trucks
gonna need a looooooootta work
Posted in 2017, CF-EF archive, one liners
By hoskuld on 2020/12/19
after all what the fuck s the matter wit u ?
its that im havin problems w my eraserhead its not doin its job
i can still hear classic rock block the fuckin beatles
Posted in 2018, CF-EF archive, one liners
By hoskuld on 2020/12/19
bon
voyage
bitch!
have a long
happy life! :
somewhere else!
Posted in 2017, CF-EF archive, one liners | Tagged gunnhild
