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13h · 53
5.
kfaye 13h
5.
what’s offered is gladly taken, but first
must be kissed numb
[on the strategic placement of necklaces]
21h · 103
6.
kfaye 21h
6.
;


.
that which shall be given to collect in pools into the recesses of your topography

is not allowed on television
1d · 36
7.
kfaye 1d
7.
they say that no two sets of ear folds are alike. that each one has a unique “fingerprint” profile to the exact pattern of rolled cartilage bunched up in soft ridges -much like what the lifework of rivers leave upon the shifting face of the earth.

but i can’t help in
thinking that
we alone hold
a
perfectly matching set
of soupcans
in the whistling dark of this tree-house
night

and if
ever
the taught line go slack,
let it bring comfort still, to the last brushing-up
against the expertly crafted sinew of your word-worlding
throat
1d · 55
Untitled
kfaye 1d
like.a call from inside the house
their          prickling
    sediment
  deposit
upon
              her.chordate lineage.its
                  taxonomy.it’s
                    telling time. an
   

e x h u m a t i o n     of
    pores:
       pathways


                     she,      the
=part.hungry
    receptacle

         as
.they rake all delicacies
                            // pressed        
        backwards \

as willing substrate

in howls
in smoke signals           and
in trembling lungs.
v.i
1d · 40
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kfaye 1d
starving, it swallows her offerings_
licking at wounds with certain intent
   as easily
as the lapping up of these gleaming beads      
         caught running, with
         equal      deliberation
2d · 39
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kfaye 2d
there were uncounted, beautiful things
housed in scuffed plastic bins, clicked shut tenuously
in a perfectly harmonized disarray of
                       continuation

and i’ll never forget going through those treasure boxes
with a wonder

both somber and
rapturous
2d · 28
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kfaye 2d
it’s nestled in deep :
that thing that was
planted
then
kfaye 3d
i will gladly eat anything you offer
story or otherwise
kfaye 3d
the howling is a well-aimed prayer_regardless of the stony quiet of moontarget.
as the return-howls come
the real answer is clear :
/here we are/
3d · 29
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kfaye 3d
it’s like marrow, but older
here.
carrion don’t reach it, even in  flaunting
  it’s most disemboweled humiliation-walk





heeding.blacksoilmemorymothermoist.promisesstill
         gemming
         away structures for later-
      realization.beneaththeforced
chastity:
of:::::::::::­
:::::::frost


gleaming hot
carcass.,:://:/:/:/:., ,.teasing a thawed word,
if only to satisfy the
aching, fetishized spit
of our.snarling.smiles”:;::;:”
inside.the                        enc­ircled
p l a t t e r.  world
bending, wordless giants_earnest to the
will of
windandicybondage

creak away in the night

lap
lap
.lap
.lap

lap.
      ;
3d · 23
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kfaye 3d
bone.grey blanket
under shines the night,
casting longer stares into the tangle of looming shiftsleepers.and.groaning.boughs
as promised
kfaye 7d
Respect people, but not necessarily their ideas. Treat others well, but never accept  fallacy by virtue of politeness, indifference, or short-term gains.

Do not reward bad behavior.


Fight for what you believe in, but do so honorably. Have hills worth dying on, but  choose the tallest ones you can.

Seek always to better the world for yourself and others. Be willing to endure temporary disadvantages in doing so.
Do not be willing to accept permanent disadvantages in doing so, unless you are in love, and you are sure.

Seek to understand the impact of your words and actions upon the people around you and the greater world. Run simulations in your head. Weigh the perceived consequences with compassion, but do not allow yourself to be rendered frozen or silent by them.

Everyone takes the short cut - and in doing so, renders the path congested, impassable, and ultimately unuseful.
Take the longer distance, do so quickly and with nimble but steady gate

Aim to be be patient on a geological scale-but never tolerant of cruelties.

Even if there are no absolutes in the taxonomy of good and evil, try to find and be what feels like good.  Don’t worry if that doesn’t bear aesthetic likeness to that which is commonly marketed as “the right thing.”
In so far as can be sustained, be a force of protection for those around you.

Know the difference between nice and kind. Nice is polite but allows for cruelty. Kind allows for rudeness but suffers no cruelty.

Take agency. Know your limits. Always seek to push them carefully, but deliberately - it will reduce the risk of being broken by them when your agency is removed later.

Expose yourself to things you disagree with. Disagree with things you are exposed to. Unconscious and non critical engagement with the principals behind group polarization is what creates the vast  majority of humanity’s self inflicted problems.

Tribalism is not always good.
Tribalism is not always bad.

Know the rules of the big invented games. Play these games to the extent of necessity only. Engage in critical thought like your life depends on it. It does. Know that the virtuous rule-followers of these games are food and fuckdolls for the gamemakers in the end.
kfaye 7d
that promises to be
sand
at the
end of the world .


water-known and
willing
- [ ] to erode
- [ ] into
- [ ] longing
kfaye 7d
not a hunter. a feeder of mouths.

not a coward. a feeling. a hope.
Dec 15 · 31
Body Image
kfaye Dec 15
they do everything they can
to remove love
from Man’s life

why has the brink
always been
the
Muse.

Muses now.
Muses, now!

Pantheon ,
Panther,
Points in your name.

Power in your name.
kfaye Dec 14
the harder it is to prove that it happened
let alone, who did it.
Dec 10 · 36
You,worldling
kfaye Dec 10
at the separation
   between
ends

door chime
of the next Thing

hop on,
bunny-girl

hop on
Dec 10 · 243
[. ]
kfaye Dec 10
the flame of your form amidst the
/unmapped_a
.       gemflash index in the walled-chamber-of-the-world

.cutting lime-slush pathways through
[my]
granite-lashes//thus far, unfluttered


makeshift:enduring
Dec 10 · 36
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kfaye Dec 10
_dogs bark in the shape of unsure gunfire as motorbikes growl by and
rain pills-up the blackened planar earth//like an old.favorite gone through far too many washcycles// .breakfast at midnight, they say- ******* the air with hissing tailpipes in the cool repose of darkness.
⚠️begone, foul steeds,the dogheart demands - knowing well, the falsification of instinct in this place.
it’s a new brand image we worship now!it’s a new pantheon of thinly veiled threats!
everything that’s been promised!it’s good for it-but just
put it on the company
card


.
kfaye Nov 26
but understanding that doesn’t change how it feels.
all fads are
real
kfaye Nov 23
despite the futures that we are said to be robbed of
kfaye Nov 23
with
something
worth tethering to .
Nov 23 · 39
fuck the fuckless
kfaye Nov 23
care or be cared through.
Nov 23 · 48
philacides
kfaye Nov 23
where the self-contained creatures go to -
_
under the rug-shaped lash-lines blinking
dusty, with rashes made out of lifetimes in
fluctuation and
actuality.we sweep our history away in
little tidy circular brush
stokes
struck out against
the toothy
grin
of
these so-named
Nov 23 · 38
JU-87
kfaye Nov 23
brain bombs obliviate_all signs of life in the city sqs.as all god-oid methods live on as a convenientandeffectivethreat levied bysquabbling heirs to her cold multitude of rancid throne-rooms/do you want to survive?
        the slow-panting dog shadow leans in closer, still,
/learn to dance the night.  … .. ….. … .. .. .. .

sleeping predictably, the city is at last disemboweled in favor of a new and ****-less being -
   all parking spaces, finally free.
Nov 6 · 70
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kfaye Nov 6
the call to action :
like prehistory’s most compelling protagonists howling out from the austere tar pits in which they are mercifully entombed

/free my fossilized flesh!/
the carbonized ghosts clamor-
and we will .
we will choke out the whole of our stupefied brood with the breath of their ancient bowels respirating, anew
in ash and motion .
in the name of each family’s future

Power
is a trade.

yet
lambs and other extant specimens do not participate in  this same barter.

their deals are shorter and more sincere:
/ at least leave me the sky - /

/no./ the reanimated ancestral cloud billows,
/all is a dome, beyond which, none may gaze/

/ be still and pose gracefully within the god-dome of our love./
Nov 5 · 41
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kfaye Nov 5
a shower, like a casting away of minuscule multitudes
singing along and misremembering the words
a dredge into origin
a deluge of removable things

a distorted reflection in the soap-****-nickel-alloy-plated places

a chance
Nov 5 · 37
smiles
kfaye Nov 5
denature into a repose of distain as one of many unremarkable evenings carries this wheeling’s first frost between her silvery teeth.she lays it at the foot of our dark city towers_as a ritual offering may be laid to rot in reverence//with bowed murmurs of unknown origin.she  glowers back behindopen-mawed retreat      and sinks furtherfrom our  thoughts  .man, knowing only to shiver      and not     when to      beg
Nov 1 · 53
orgAnic.vIglance
kfaye Nov 1
sick to death
of our sick hearts having been sentenced to death .
no fresh breath /
no love for flesh //
no hope for our souls to be laid to rest. ///

they
fill the
grail full of *** for future generations to
take some
m   o r e.


at the intersection without  
intercedence
full of
hope for this
holy war.


slip to cope through this
revolving door




kfaye Nov 1
the people are going crazy because they are afraid
/bring the axe, you stupid *****/
Nov 1 · 42
Untitled
kfaye Nov 1
we need
we feed
Oct 23 · 49
wolfheart.spermicide
kfaye Oct 23
ringing in all new winters through brass hoops
on the old ride
wooden horse yelping towards its three
brothers .
a hidden sister
in the woods
in the woods
/

without, in the villages of the kingdom :
a
failed technocratic empire _
illusory knights and squires
go diving for **** fuzz
in a heartbeat
between your legs.
they beg.
but
torture is a twoletter word
i f
w e
b e
,and other sundries

a l l
t
he while ,
i hold harnesses out of your hipbones
like graveyards hold our families


and  

false fibers, like torn banners bind
us
through indecisions.and the glowering repose of all intimations

whereas
it’s always nasty
weather
     in the time of
Man.
kfaye Oct 15
as a means by which our star-long horizon can be further darkened

nothing gets hidden in this seascape;
only more water added between
us.


we are counted on not being able discern the difference between swimming and  having been
swum through .


tidal pulses .
storm brow crinkling up, as the nostrils flare against the wind.
night-sail diadem , let loose from atop ill-begotten cedar mast .

shaking
shaking
shaking sea
kfaye Oct 15
cradling a torn architectural drawing of the universe.
the sea spray can’t reach us here,
nor the rolling breath of the low clouds raking in and out of the dark-scaled pines atop the cliffs’ edge.
it’s a moonless night-world
at the brink of dissipation .

it’s a world-less willfulness that holds us back from restoring our sight-hounded hearts.

it’s a breakfast served up for something older than kindness,
we - the complimentary condiments of a finely set table for an ill pantheon.
kfaye Oct 1
Grid photo
yves crayola

Indigo red

Hands traced
Walls and spaces
People and things and clothes

Blue smudges on a pink sweatshirt hanging up in the diner.

Blue smudges on the  darkwood paneled wall of a trailer

Blue marks on a window in an old building , papers littered amid  the cross-beads : cardboard cut-outs and
Flyers for events long passed

On a couch cushion, in a basement, where friends were

On a box of treasures

On a blanket on the ground

/
On a  greyed picket fence, with planks pushed through

Against the faded grass of a desire path

On chain link and locks above the bridge

On door and cabinet handles on the inside - glass and brass

On door handles on the outside - composition, unknown

On the dusty, lace curtains of the backyard door

On the bins in the attic, full of seasons

On the bins in the driveway, refuse

On my heart, and hope to

[full blue handprint visible over left breast - whereas other marks were more fragile, cursory, and accidental in pressure ]

True
Ghosts

Are the cared-about things
That you never knew to take (with you / care of.)


The lonely, yet fulfilled margin-scratch
The rope-less tree  
The tree-less yard
The yard-less home
The home-less mind

Imprints on human time.
Sep 18 · 50
home
kfaye Sep 18
is:
fingers through hair,
breath in the morning,
a good t-shirt.

where memory is safe,
the right sound-track,
a path.

and
there may yet be a world left to fill with
hope.
kfaye Aug 31
the wayback machine doesn’t keep them : a real, contemporary library of alexandria moment


not a product of the internet
a product of THAT internet

something that has been
both
       systematically expunged
and also simply left to decompose

digi-deathbed .
scrubadub head.

my little broken bread_

apps don’t **** people.
app developers **** people.


..
Aug 31 · 189
the young-mountain creep
kfaye Aug 31
fills a void in you_
like the mist of dawn settling into
the untreated
wound of last night’s
moral dilemma.
the tendril fingers
of something older
than
domestic man.
it’s
war-moon waxing
like

a faltering empire /
like
an island
  amidst the heaving breaths.of a
dark ocean
Aug 31 · 70
magnet monument
kfaye Aug 31
a cosmic message in a bottle:
and all its ever been is the same as now .
all mythos and religion;
all cult kingdoms; all god-kings

it’s not about what’s out there-
it’s about what’s in here that we’re trying to save.
kfaye Jul 31
the ugly things that crawled between our teeth
were cool.
while the slang was new, the sky still irradiated us-but[cloud-hurt and uncautioned]we didn’t mind .
while the slang was:
we built things out of graveyard-ingredients in order to survive past our youths
and
insofar as having not yet been annihilated, we look at eachother with nothing left to say that won’t sound out of fashion and
_                  changed





//:it’s a dead mall universe
and the squatters just set off the sprinkler        
  .system
Jul 16 · 246
the most valuable thing
kfaye Jul 16
.
is the thing that you
want back
Jul 15 · 89
|
kfaye Jul 15
|
where your figure of a lotus is a crumpled up papertowel on the coffee
table
.last night’s dinner still evidenced across the smeared
glass
and all of the pencil marks of time
upon the marginalia of my
skin
kfaye Jul 15
fitting together like guns to a victim’s head:paving over holes in parched landscapes_and
parsing out factions in a divided populace

they are

finding and
braking

handholds

in the artificial rock wall
of
a
city made out of
pictures of cities.
selling
an exclusive virtue
made out of

want .


my

want
for us
       is otherwise.

you say, as
all of recorded history is
annihilated in favor of
quarterly growth


and in the coldopen, the sun rises over joggers
going nowhere .
Jul 6 · 73
indie-sleaze diaspora
kfaye Jul 6
calling the beats
calling the sea-roughed wannabe sailor-types

calling the ham radio in your head
calling the used binoculars and the clear sky of a warm night’s impulse

calling down through this
anthropological migration pattern
for
the trading card
charm
of
new kinds of
Fake.

it’s beach day for the //bad.guys
you.          better
catch the shoreline before it’s sold away
Jul 4 · 171
sensory beast
kfaye Jul 4
feel feel think
feel feel bite
Jul 3 · 62
organic.vigilance
kfaye Jul 3
still _courses
//through we,the wet.
[though dry curses be cast upon us now]
Jun 28 · 57
Rad Fad
kfaye Jun 28
/




rays.thatbetray
the intentionality of
our days and all the tasks assigned therein

20 seconds of alarm.

it’s calling for the tepid disquiet of assimilation

it’s calling for pretenders to assemble in
the shadow of new thrones

it’s calling us by our names

in the language of it’s immeasurable, mylar breath
Jun 14 · 82
corvid torment
kfaye Jun 14
everlasting.the
wellknown mystery at the
door

again
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