whoever, whomever:
until the gods pull steel and concrete from our lifeless fists.
whoever, whomever:
until the wheels fall off.
whoever, whomever:
until the very last drop fell from our chubby open veins.
whoever, whomever:
beat back the sea until it no longer takes liberties with our hearts.
whoever, whomever:
until the busted ice resembles the kicked in teeth of our adversaries.
whoever, whomever:
cracking the spines until our neighbors pretend not to hear them.
whoever, whomever:
cut and cut and cut until all that's left is the future.
whoever, whomever:
with coffers hemorrhaging until sin rests his heavy head anywhere but your own feet.
whoever, whomever:
until the halogen swallows us whole.
whoever, whomever:
until the flasks all run dry / and we burn the frightful residue / from the glass that just won't melt.
whoever, whomever:
until the bric-a-brac spills from our cars to the lonely street.
whoever, whomever:
until men of very little means sell dreams of very little imagination.
whoever, whomever:
until electric gardens shed their winter blankets.
whoever, whomever:
until we're just drunk enough to forget the bathroom self-portraits.
whoever, whomever:
until we're all so generically busy the word loses all meaning.
whoever, whomever:
until we beat our blood-stained books into ploughshares.
whoever, whomever:
until our heads stop bobbing to little more than faint praise.
whoever, whomever:
until the house of keillor tears the headphones from our heads.
whoever, whomever:
until i'm sober enough to give you a name.
whoever, whomever:
until we cough up so many cumbersome consonants.
whoever, whomever:
until we find ourselves in a town where the girls smoke indoors and the bars don't tweet.
whoever, whomever:
until we cease rationalizing our digital ethnography as more than masturbation.
whoever, whomever:
until we expel all the demons we no longer believe in.
whoever, whomever:
until the clouds that hang over our fair city pique the interest of less pure men.
whoever, whomever:
until we leave behind the one thing most likely to give us a case of the befores.
whoever, whomever:
until we stop photographing the things we wish to remember but instead photograph the things we wish to forget.
whoever, whomever:
it was all fun and [war]games until it became self-aware.
whoever, whomever:
until the turbines ceased spinning, their tired arms longing for salvation.