What baby hummingbirds look like.

Think I finally have a book I’ll want to finish, now that I’ve managed to track down the soul responsible for my fascination with language games

This one kicks ass so I probably oughta get around to working this one up.

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Probably coming at some point. The app I created to control my entertainment center (before that was the kind of things you could actually do with your phone).

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Probably coming at some point. The freelance job that made me realize I didn’t want to freelance.

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Probably coming at some point. A game I created to get into developing for the iPhone.

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Look at you
Looking at me
What truth do you see?

Can you piece together
My fragmented coherency?

Will the weight of your words tether me?
Bind my sense of dignity?

How am I to process life real-time
Tied up by all this latency?

Guess I am officially out of decades old poetry to rediscover.

Update: almost officially

Kinda nuts that everything on moondeer.blog was done on my phone or my tablet.

Point and shout posterity
Artificially
Hearts and minds
Algorithmic fallacies to form
The framework of our age
Righteous malaise
Obsessive indifference
A neurochemical spill
Humanitarian hazmat
Lab rat spinning within his wheel of time
Futility his pantomime
Which squeaks loudest?
The wheel?
The rat?
Look how much better
In his new digital format
No fuss
No frills
Look how the limbs move independently
They prostrate quite instinctively

Mischievously sentimental,
With whispers like wings
Fully extended
Silently, methodically
Searching for an updraft
A most technical,
Patience-imbued craft

Aft of consciousness,
Can you absolve a jingle myth?
Live and let die
Is there accuracy in this order?

Disorder
“Mortar fire,”
Yelps the border crier
Duck and cover motherfucker
Until all insurgents tire
And retire

Well that went quickly, guess next I will move my profile to it own page.

Guess I oughta dig into what I used to know about responsive background images so my banners aren’t ginormous on non-mobile devices (even iPad landscape is obnoxiously tall).

Sweet of you to pretend I had comments to moderate, Disqus.

You pierce me with patience
The obsequious stain from letted vein puckers
A brand new blame beneath a crescent sun
Fallen fantasia
Only a squatter after all
Touching strains the febrile strands that bind us

If there were no hurt, no fuss
Life’s luster would dim beneath the moral rust
Bless the un-blooded with civil unrest
Stolid frowns force finance down
To hold up high our fallen hounds
To bury deep in sanctimonious mounds

The beat of broken wings
Brings no more pain than cages
That bind to fly refrain
Nought but a name
And selfhood
And brotherhood
And sisterhood
To salt the sand through sifting hands
Bound at wrist with rubber-band

Pretty sure picking the contact you dropped up off the floor and sticking it in your eye is the epitome of no longer giving a f$&k.

At least my revamped marfa header with per list banners turned out nicely.

Or …

Seems like y’all are gonna need cards, @manton, if the platform is meant to be more than a photo timeline. Then at least the article would be presented.

Not sure why I set up email when I have yet to have a single disqus comment left on the blog.

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I mean…