From the Hymns of Elvis Angel

sinew and steel, this corpse that rules the pieces in my eye, measuring peace, measuring its store, measuring the fate that reaches my door. I shout There’s nothing here! … at least nothing worth paying to see.

From the Hymns of Elvis Angel

“…and in that day of stone it was given unto the ape like preachers with heads of skull and jawbones to deliver typeset in the form of a selfish and denunciatory linguistic expression, but by whom…the holder of the camera, spotlight and blinders…the linguistics only point to possible shadows.

From the Hymns of Elvis Angel

my eyes can’t see to know through blind dust tragedy so blessed on my way i go, I just dont seem so trusting a black hole charges the shadow with a freightline steaming hiss and the poles are wasted fallow lest they choose to mix walking through infinity spreading seeds, cursing deeds playing and parrying…

From the Hymns of Elvis Angel

Life flows past through steep pits and hollow groves wind blows past in weak fits and power blows one step climbs the ladder, one step toward the door sweet blessed time You brought me to my knees hide and seek in shadows. rocks at swallows in the trees from Lock up the Farm [scanned from…

Dreams of Reality

Happy days are hear again! So, just what sort of prototype for happy days are we talking? the tv show? Andy and Opie Taylor? Leave it to Beaver? The 50s in general? When exactly did the happy days occur? the 1850s? (Notice how many icons have a 50s look…kinda like tv presenting itself to the…