Lyric: OGSin

 

washed in blood

running in shadows

spilled into gutters

     Complicit

     Complicit

     Complicit

   Court jester

   Lapdog

American

serving a class to which

there is no access

for

an ambulance driver

for the infernal machine

Wakes up in the morning

Complicit

(to

Aspire

To

At last

Be done with the gods

& false prophets of capital

to aspire)

Lyric: Elf Collar

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O52LM, jack 

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Lyric: There Or?

light off window sill

washed out pale

Katje into Nico

then a whisp of smoke

there’s a frame of ghost

passage, a frame of

oiled and polished mahogany

around a vacuum

there are other frames

a hole becomes a tunnel

if you follow it out

a ghost who’s not quite

there

Pocket Check: Folders

 Pocket Power Rankings, main pocket folders

1. Swiss Army Alox Farmer - classic budget pocket knife, this one features a saw blade as one of the secondary tools, which is sweet. If I have to replace this, I will get a Farmer X to get the scissors as well. Made with pedestrian materials, this is nonetheless a classic for good reason. Also, no one freaks when you pull it out of your pocket, so it goes almost anywhere.
2. Spyderco Manix 2 Cru-Carta - brushed Cru-Wear blade paired with unfinished brown burlap Micarta scales backed by full sized liners - a balanced knife which locks into your hand a myriad of ways. Useful and casually elegant, it is a bit big & aggressive to pull out in some situations.
3. Benchmade Bugout - the archetypal lightweight folder in the classic 20V/blue grivory format. Super light with a yeoman drop point blade and the revolutionary axis lock, it pretty much goes everywhere though, at 3.25 inches, the blade is not small.
4. QSP Penguin - brass handle/black stonewashed D2 blade with a liner lock, this budget workhorse is very effective with its slicey-but-solid sheepsfoot blade. Simple, understated design, and the brass scales develop a beautiful patina.
5. Spyderco Endura 4 - a big work knife (fully serrated 3.75" VG10 drop point blade, black FRN scales), this one has the characteristic Spyderco multi-grip lockup, and will cut through damn near anything.
6. Spyderco Native 5 - another classic Sypderco leaf blade model, in most ways a smaller version of the Manix 2 (street-legal 3" blade). This version also has a Cru-wear blade, this time with a DLC coating to protect the less-than-stainless blade, along with black G-10 scales sanded smooth. Like the Manix 2 the Native 5 attracts a little attention when it comes out.
7. Ontario Rat - the basic budget model (Aus-8, tan nylon handle and full stainless liner), this thing is a big workhorse beater. If knives were trucks, this would be a 1978 3/4 ton Silverado with a 454 V8. And it would burn oil.
8. Benchmade Mini Griptillian - a small street-legal knife with some heft. I could use a little more length on the handle, but it's a solid three-finger grip with room to choke up. This is a blackout model in S30V.
9. Benchmade Shootout - a lightweight out-the-front automatic, this feels a little less tactical and a little more EDC than your average Microtech OTF dagger. The Cru-wear black DLC blade shoots out solidly and reliably, but the knife remains suprisingly lightweight. And, though it may not scream "tactical" (especially with the seafoam green grivory handles), it still has some attitude and will raise eyebrows when it makes an appearance in most spaces.
10. Spyderco Watu - Spyderco tribute to traditional Central/Southern African blades & useful (if eccentric) EDC. Even Syderco's simplest handle shapes fit into the hand beautifully.

Also in rotation: CIVIVI Sokoke, CIVIVI Vision, Bestech Swordfish, Boker Kalashnikov Auto, Ruike P-801 SF. Opinel #8.

Another Fucking Draft of The 18

 The 18

 

Preston Highway

hard yellow brown

suicide lane

down to the Snyder

Ohio Valley temperature inversion

parks stink

on top

the Watterson overpass

 

churches

check cashing joints

the 18

runs down Preston

every 15 minutes

ebb and flow

you’re standing

in the aisle

eight,

nine,

noon,

four,

five,

six,

nine-thirty

the wrong 18

dumps you short of Outer Loop

at the Cash America on Ulrich

 

Mexican places for Mexicans

Mexican places for whites

bare tube fluorescent

gold-flecked white Formica

Tecaté

can’t order in Spanish

can point

secret menu

all the Latins under curved glass

at the front of a converted Wendys

 

bus stop

hammered wet cigarette tar

poison fumes

busted catalytic converters

broken cars

making the right

off Outer Loop

accelerating up Preston

in a trail of stink

late

catching the 18

stragglers

they’re not

turning off

the lights

obviously

pull knit cap

down over burnt eyes

up Eastern Parkway

the 18, then a mile home

 

*          *          *          *          *

 

pulling on a Tecate 24

up Preston

dank night

up about

where Indian Trail

slashes across

oily dark

swimming across

broken asphalt

dirt

you feel as much as see

breathing

chunked petroleum

sloughing off

strip malls

perhaps

not dark so much as light

at crazed angles

coming in

as negative light

always

people

crossing the street

in the dark

you don’t see them

just sort of hanging out

there

in the double turn lane

Mexicans

Africans

Koreans

Whites

strollers

lumpenprole

defying death

hanging

on the edge

broken asphalt river

 

all it is is

you wake up

in the morning

and find yourself

back

out on Preston

fucked

Contra Kenkō

Funeral Prayer:::

One who is truly wise

has no knowledge

or virtue

nor honor

nor fame

who will know of him

speak of him to others

this is not

because he hides his virtue

and pretends foolishness

he

is 

beyond

distinctions

such as

wise and foolish

gain and loss

I have been speaking of what it is to cling to one’s delusions

and seek after fame and fortune

All things of this phenomenal world

are mere illusion

they are worth

neither discussing

nor desiring

Contra Kenkō, if the world is illusion

then illusion it is

fix it

Galileo per Brecht

 God? Where is God?

Old cardinal: I am informed that Mr. Galilei

transfers man from the center of the universe

to somewhere on the outskirts

he is an enemy of mankind

and should be treated as such

1. He tried to sell himself to you, but you underbid

2. not only is man transferred –

3. the center will not hold