the real thing
dreaming strange and wonderful/fearful dreams that i haven’t had for a while now. keep wondering what it is that’s bringing them back. i know but …
Category: Asta di Pesca
….asta being a lingual fishing rod of ambiguity and subconscious prattling….
The original Asta di Pesca was a blog written from a distorted perspective of the subconscious, with intentionally high ambiguity, very open interpretability and often referencing concepts personified as characters that the author or reader was interacting with or responding to. Nothing is real, but everything is intentional.
The name came from a typo of the author’s original screen name, mutated into a joke, then translated through Spanish and into Italian. It popped out as “Asta di Pesca” and I liked it.
Take it all with a grain of salt. I do.
Zack?
Nothing sneaks up behind me and whacks me over the head with a baseball bat. I feel like there’s something/nothing I can do to have …
wandering, listless, naked and profane..
why do I lie to myself about his feelings for me? why do I lie to myself about my feelings for him? why am I …
next in line at the five-and-dime
never before and never more. try again, dear, i’m not quite understanding you. are you trying to achieve something here, or are you just testing …
Test Drive
Sense? Irrelevant. Cryptic? Probably. Regrets? Some. Decisions? None yet. Time? Simultaneously running out and dragging on. Future? Immediate – undecided; long term – in planning.
stability
caved in under the weight of a thousand packs of cards.. went to see a man with a love of eating chocolate in a bathtub …
what do we do with a drunken sailor..?
when will this ever end? the end is nigh but i still can’t see the bridge. the bridge over troubled water should never have been …
delta bravo echo
leaving nothing to the imagination, contact with old ones and new ones and ones percieved to be after nothing-something-don’t-know-what. but what? there’s more? why do …
a rose by any other name would smell as sweet
what is your name? what’s in a name? why do you call me anything? why do you call me at all? it seems you don’t …
hedge your bets
averagely bad but averagely good, too. nothing makes sense and anything that would make sense is not available. no known or unknown reasons, but there’s …
not really but also
feeling lost and traffic passes by and i can’t think to save myself, not really but also. i’m not so alone, but i wasn’t really …
valley of what?
make a plan and change it. find a reason to not really care. wonder why we get so frustrated and lost. valley girl, lost in …
quicksand
heaven help falling back find the spot and mark it. fix this fix that debate the point and hope they understand. haven’t found the cure, …
now and then
Simultaneously battling past, present and future, nothing seems to hold anything back, nothing is the something that fear is made of. Fearing ‘then’ coming back …
compilation
Friday, 11th January, 2002, 04.00PM Left, right, snatch and grab, find a reason and make a pact, playing catch up, it’s all in the bag, …
static
never found. never lost. never heard. never seen. accuse me of what? static on the signal, i think i heard wrong. i hope i heard …
are you listening?
pause this, follow that, nothing finds a way to make me notice it. excitation, curiousness, want to know how, find the perfect form of representation. …
nothing and everything
taking stock, reading nothing and everything back, wanting nothing and everything back, everything and nothing haunts me, regret washes over my spine, leaving trails of …