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Oct 23 · 30
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 · 42
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 · 170
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 · 58
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 · 234
the most valuable thing
kfaye Jul 16
.
is the thing that you
want back
Jul 15 · 80
|
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 · 63
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 · 161
sensory beast
kfaye Jul 4
feel feel think
feel feel bite
Jul 3 · 53
organic.vigilance
kfaye Jul 3
still _courses
//through we,the wet.
[though dry curses be cast upon us now]
Jun 28 · 50
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 · 70
corvid torment
kfaye Jun 14
everlasting.the
wellknown mystery at the
door

again
Jun 11 · 58
enter
kfaye Jun 11
the harm storm of california
and the titanium world is
beautiful

smiling back at you
with those tinted, 2-car garage eyes

and a view of
eternity, so long as you don’t
check
back later.


for those not yet gone numb
where the market demands it,
life is
__
kfaye Jun 9
for
when it counts :

a
boy with one palm pressed up against the corner of each pew
kicking up into the
air,
flying for a fraction of a second _
looking down the aisle
and worrying
that he won’t know what to do with his hands when he gets to the
end

a
world made out of
itself ,
alone .
kfaye Jun 1
mother, new path
a homeless, homebound hope

/

dig me out from this cocoon
by hand or by mountain

changeling, change
husk-harm armor, i



/
sea glass
storm word
steer this
soul-herd


asunder
Jun 1 · 138
the one true path v.ii
kfaye Jun 1
offered
with
this
legal tender love

chains in the name of
it

flattened planes in the name of
it

it’s all the same in the name of
this




if it looks pretty through the fashionably-branded 3rd eye in your hand
it must be _
kfaye Jun 1
fact-based decision making /
the inherent , long-term kindness of truth .
the patience to seek it , regardless of popular opinion or ad campaign /
the inherent cruelty of averages and crowds /
the willingness to build wings /
the bravery to use them /

the hubris to use them unglamorously .

the tower , the fall , and the sea .
the illusory virtue of the inventor’s son :
the illusory personal value-add in possessing unearned, inherited things .
virtually, anything you want .
anything you want, virtual .

the perceived magical nature of wisdom /
the failure to pattern /
real math using false measurements /
real harm using falsehoods against the world .
the failure to achieve mastery on the first day /
the persistence to achieve mastery .

you can do good things_
May 25 · 61
flies, again
kfaye May 25
same old imagery
same old annoyance lv. threat
same old s-s-s-summertime
and the living
do so
May 23 · 72
Untitled
kfaye May 23
it’s a dark, wet morning
and the city inside you
sloshes
to attention .

dragging pieces of the world
down
quiet
highways - and

through uncounted chapters
of all histories :


the food chain.
the great exchange .
the plain way things happen
[that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ] [that ]  [that ]  [that ] [that]  [that ]  [that ]  [that][that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ] [that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ] [that ]  [that ]  [that ] [that]  [that ]  [that ]  [that][that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ] [that ]  [that ]  [that ] [that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that][that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ] [that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ] [that ]  [that ]  [that ] [that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that][that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that  [that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ] [that ]  [that ]  [that ] [that]  [that ]  [that ]  

[that][that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ] [that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ] [that ]  [that ]  [that ] [that]  [that ]  [that ]  [that][that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that ]  [that, which
May 21 · 59
like
kfaye May 21
the dreams you have when you fall asleep (specifically) before the movie is over.
[like feeling safe enough to do so.]
like
winding up with cloud cover
and
summer, here already
like
no garden again this year -

waking on the couch
in the early morning
suddenly        and to
relative
                       silence





                                   .
May 14 · 59
Untitled
kfaye May 14
the world
doesn’t like bukowski now.
they didn’t then either, but now they really
don’t.
it must be
all
pretty now
kfaye May 13
that reflects the light flashing off pale
fingers_
like glimpses of wet noses
in the looming underbrush

wet, hungry noses .

wind-rustled world.

sights and sounds
no longer .
May 13 · 128
the one true path
kfaye May 13
offered
with
this
legal tender love
May 3 · 129
sink crawler
kfaye May 3
passive perception points out a small
visitor
just below the ***** window sill
as
dishes on the edge of biology are slogged through
the
[wet]
cerebrospinal tendrils  cling to the thin line of wall behind the pockmarked metal faucet
like
far-flung dendrite fingers cling to passing notions : such as a soft-focused background sensation of the clouds moving by you in the sky beyond the confines of this room.

dark opaque eyes
first two, at the end of each antennae like the body-plan of a Cambrian killer
then four more present from the amorphous body
bulging out like dive bladders filling up with ambience
tracking you like leaves do to the sun much slower
thin
not-bug appendages get too long to be normal
then even longer
it is reaching for you in the camp kitchen as
  y o u
back up to the light honeycomb
  door
kfaye Apr 29
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.
The squeaky wheel gets the grease. The crooked wheel, screeching and locked in place, needs to be be held accountable for its own failures and not be allowed to punish the wheels willing to roll.

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 the threat of Future.

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 : hinderances fall away as you refuse to suffer fools and you will know the nature of ways.

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.
Apr 29 · 38
without man
kfaye Apr 29
gulls rule the shoreline in nobility.
as we are all subjects to our surround -
sound - world
so too, must the place
         subject
Apr 19 · 66
jackalmaw featherheart
kfaye Apr 19
black is the sand.
long is the posture.

cedars are split for us_in honor of the ages that will pass before they rot
away
Apr 14 · 60
i’m
kfaye Apr 14
set.
i don’t want you to think that i am anything but the attic stairs.you will know me well by the dust and dryseasoned timbers.i hold your artifacts safe for later.short to long term storageit’s always a bad estimation until it all sets in.rinse and re-but.the birds are all car alarms around here_it’s their version of neoclassical heavymetal.i know you know
Apr 13 · 54
simulatedholocene
kfaye Apr 13
//:sharpteethandabadbreakfastbreakthe hold
ofthisspellon.us
thisworldnolongerseeks_survivorsbut rather:thosewhohavenotyetbeen tested
darwin’sdeadbolt:socialplatform’sbolt-action
cybergothbecomescybervisigoth
twohander,swung out

a   l  l    o u r  p l a c e s ,  n o t  s t a yed.in

theexecutioner’sblock🗡️isafineplacefora fightbackout.
Apr 13 · 125
X
kfaye Apr 13
X
🗡️🗡️:speaktomeas_captives.speak/tothe memory.of.a.cool.night
Apr 13 · 51
In the beginning,
kfaye Apr 13
there was evil. [ that is to say, there was u n  r e g u l a t e d ]
then, man created good
to pretend that he was.
while he served himself and waged holy
wars,
he ate well.
then, man discovered reality
by the weighted average of popular vote
cast by the “in-crowd.”

Dusk came.
and in the end
it was all just a layer of well compacted
sediment :
a thin dark band in the rock_
•with a particular chemical makeup
•with the marbled remains of all artifice
and art

•with no one left to render observance
there
Apr 3 · 67
landbeforeharmland_
kfaye Apr 3
it’s a breadcrumb world out there
and we are hungry in the woods

i wait beside the echoing pool
you trace out the lost path dripping down your thigh like a map
throat open and maw-ful
throat full and maw-open

lung fire
feeding on the wilderness .
belly-hot-want

our roots are :
/delvers
/divers
/descendantary.No


forests become obfuscations for removal :
[lost] is landless now
and a new animal arrives
it feeds on our  l o n g i n g  .
until we are starved and treeless•gut-ruptured full of promises


i roll you back onto your side
cheeks flushed_but cold

[do not hold harmless that which harms us]
Apr 3 · 59
lithosphere, lifting
kfaye Apr 3
i rake my hands across your heavy thing
you shake like eons in passing
you quake my heavy thing
you real my fake away
Mar 29 · 68
🔭
kfaye Mar 29
you shout me a look like little plastic pieces of the physical battleship board-game getting knocked to the floor.i know
i see it
we leave the reassembly of the coffeetable gamestate and the rest of polite society’s dubious mercies
to the next pair of fools.🔫.🧬🏺.🧹.⛓️🐺⛓️ ≥🐺.
too cool to go down with someone else’s
ship/too hip to flip.

the early adopters of fashionable trends know
that self-fulfilling prophecy-core is in this season

wear it hard while there’s still seasons to witness . prove some social fitness . don’t say anything that your keyboard can’t predict_
Mar 28 · 59
cyber-hell.cerberus
kfaye Mar 28
keep me_

meat-space pilgrim, i.
kfaye Mar 28
counting the world on your fingers
counting.
Mar 27 · 59
You want it!?
kfaye Mar 27
The ultimate thing?


You use what ever you have
You do what ever you can
You artifice Art

No more -no less
Nothing better has ever been attempted.
Attempt it.
Every single second. The world needs it
Hard.
Mar 27 · 55
Untitled
kfaye Mar 27
the roadrash of the path ahead
mars the viable skin graft of
her tender side-
haunch forward,
too towards the future to care and
kfaye Mar 27
And what I have seen is that it is always exactly what it has always looked like

Gut get good and go do some
We need it.
Mar 27 · 47
Life sucks
kfaye Mar 27
31 is the new dead
I’ve had a glas of *****
And the only promise I’ll ever ask of you
Is to play iron and wine - trapeze *******
At my funeral if I die before you

P.S.
Promise 1.5 :
Slap anyone who is not listening and just talking, right in their useless open eyeballs

Until next time,
Signing out-

The bad good kid,
The one who almost found home
Mar 27 · 35
tongue of love
kfaye Mar 27
hands of hate

those who seek to brand knowledge as private property
prioritize destruction above all else

do not let them
kfaye Mar 12
the arrogance to act.
the hope without good reason .

the necessary prerequisites for
animation :

tilting at the gamma-wind, ye
terminal fingers (flowering buds) of the bloodline

homesick meteor,
deep with longing

heavy ,mineral heart

first, man imagined god_
then, he built it

with mother-minded longing .
from that lonely vantage in space
Mar 11 · 53
Untitled
kfaye Mar 11
hope for the future
respect for the past
but not to the point of disservice towards the  
now
Mar 11 · 62
i believe
kfaye Mar 11
in the power of human beings to change the world
and the enormous weight of responsibility that comes along with that.
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