Human Condition

This is not a painting.

Cheers René.

Logodaedalus

Latest batch of great words!

abacinate
To blind by putting a hot copper basin near someone's eyes

adoxography
Skilled writing about an unimportant subject

recumbentibus
A knockout punch, either verbal or physical

aglet
The plastic or metal tip on the end of shoelaces

kyphotic
Hump-backed

androlepsia
A kidnapping by a foreign government for political gain

oxter
To walk arm in arm

anonymuncle
A petty anonymous writer

incunabula
A book which was printed before 1500 AD, in the dawn of publishing

apricate
To spend time basking in the sunshine

mellisugent
Honey-sucking

Long Live the Old Flesh

Posting old material and bastardizing the tag-line
from the 1983 Cronenberg masterpiece Videodrome in the same post you say?
Not possible, you say...
Watch me now!

Widow

Single Monday morning, single mother motor oiled.

Swapping scrambled eggs, careful and attentive love,
The big cracked coffeepot, newspaper inked semicolon
And the words “they said nothing before the” on her thumb.

45 years young and its finally promising to give you what you’ve wanted.
Furthest reaches, louder echoes for indentured servitude.

God what you wouldn’t do for a baby’s lips around your left and idle nipple.


All the things we do to kill the time while the rain is pouring down.



(©Justin Parrinello/Ludovico De Medici January 1st, 2008)
*Appear's in Bodies/Galimatias

What Have You Brought For My Appetite?

What ever lucubration may bring...
Deep in the selcouth recesses of the belly of coded matrixes for one last taste
of SIMulated STIMulation.


The opening track from the Mars Volta's last LP "The Bedlam in Goliath."
Surgery! I'm late for surgery!




All Hail the Poet Laureate of Skid Row!




The visionary art direction of Adam Jones! Behold "Stinkfist" or as MTV censors called it "Track #1"




You must have known this was coming...