Dimitri Karakostas / Toronto, Ontario



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Tuesday, December 29, 2009

notres langues nous trompent

(quick name ten things that make you happy)

-j us ts oy o uk now
i have not been myself latelymaybe
stressing syllables all wrong, or
writers block.

(bike rides, book exchanges, .)running from everything or

writers block.

(something genuine, alone time, moments of self-reflection interrupted (

writers block. -

by a pretty face.)

i am a drunk mess,
sidewalker or open letter
to all former lovers or
just one.

'there are a number
of small things, and
being happy is so
important.'

i appreciate all secrets
or 140 characters
windows
or
sentimental value

(january 15th)

johnny hit and run pauline


Monday, December 28, 2009

closed hands

c lippi ngor f-r-am e ddam;age d an d
m is sin g, tv s'hows / your lover' e(n)j(o) ys

pencil grey hand sides from no work
strange new proper prowling deciding for me
if you were sitting here (ithere)
i picture us the forthwright two hence would
say to you straight,
'i would make an exception for you.'
and you, please(ingly)smile please,
miss pretty face,

exposing nothing but miss pretty face,
bare in all learning, not but
bent strings for once not lying
(i ca nt ell byy our eye s,the ya rel oo king a tme)
a don't believe this is happening or pity.

parked car woke up quiet day working no big deal last time someone else's windows

on and off wastering away
late ghost slurrings all through
bar el it a ll eyorh all,
lovely lovingly lovers freezing lips
on all plural others and rival their pleads away

miss pretty face and hasn't eaten
bows her head or hunts tip toeing
(delicate word)(talks) particular unblinking
twisted angle and hips to
mine/ tenths or kisses or untouching sleeps.

ne vert here o rpr et tyfac ed
doesn't think of me fondly (rarely thinks)
but sentimental gripping through
acknowledged at last is longed

reacting as though the sun was left alone
for a long time and then crashed into by a
m i l li on sm all er s tar s

tracked breathing off
relaxing with several
companions or foul
playing dust turners
at the sound of

'what was that?'

Thursday, December 24, 2009

moon rocks


i am a mess, severeign.
no-to threaten trust with the
above slipping alarm clock led
to the new periods roughly
Times New maintenance
recently or certainly which
cannot be in cofidennce;
erroneous or which isn't ours.
fool in doubts about whom
announcing cash promises to
cowardice left with an empty
bank account

the lower back isn't worried!
or badly included/understood,
grazble however!
does the cord undernoticed along
the point have to be, intentional
heart scrambled curiously?
passed by the quick glance described
as thinking of you laughing in bed?
your very removed grace reflected?
forget the neversmiles or ordered traditional slack.

who hasn't or did want this,
but fixed a long ago?
deader falling for years and
composed of the spirits? will
you hide your eggs on New Year's Day
or the day before? curative time managemnent
labelled with intregue and underhealing wounds?
the dissolved high account of wire or pleasant english.
memorized 16yroldphone numbers and
metered pavement counting stage.

you know all the solved and dazed walkers in love, neverlinedcrosserundersuresecondguesserofopportunity.

CULTURAL BARF DOSSIER #2

note: new posts will be underneath this for the next week! sorry!

so here we are, cb2 is done and i'm really happy about it. seriously fucking fantastic work, amazing collaborators (each of which i'm glad are willing to grace the pages of with their work), and it looks fantastic all-in-all. give this a thorough look-through, and remember we're always looking for new contributors! you can send stuff to coveredinfrogs@hotmail.com if you're interested!
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01. TWO JPGS – RALPH DELACRUZ (NTRNT)
02. I MAY NEVER EVER SEE TOMORROW AGAIN (HOPEFULLY) - BERT SUMPSIN (SEINFELD)
03. ERR1.GIF – MIKHAIL WASSMER (BERLIN/ZURICH)
04. YOU AND ME – DAN CORREIA (WINDSOR)
05. ALRIGHT SAVE FOR WEB GUYS (+COVER/INSIDECOVER)- ANDREA ARRUBLA (NY)
06. A FACE TO FACE EMBRACE RUNS THE HORRIFIC RISK OF A CLOTHED CROTCH GRAZE - DIMITRI KARAKOSTAS (TO)
07. MINDBITCH – JONATHAN LEBLANC (TO)
08. “I CANT TELL THE DIFFERNCE ANYMORE” - KELLY SMITH (WINDSOR)
09. TWO POEMS OF VARYING TITLES – ALEX COLEURS (PHILLY/TO)
10. PERPETUAL VOIDS (+BACKCOVER) - CARLEIGH MALLAH (PITTSBURGH)

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jeffer!







you of all, the most
snow waking up morning
vouched personal astonishment
how to go about your day
whisperings on fixed devilmaycare
gifts agressively building pressure

no-things-like-all-each-other-any-more-funny-in-this-supposed-world-of-contributing-factors-how-it-all-works-out-in-the-end
like a kinked hose connected to
a sprinkler gradually wriggling itself
free and suddenly completely full.

one held laughing moment was left
with us here in that which we have
sand in our goodbyes, admired
sum of all shelf space is someone
teached in quiet unlike dissappointment
different and normal one from peace.

one second or a stop of all existing
truces and i accompany resignment of
a red-churning tonic feeling
practically true
de-all-looked-at-but-giggly-laughed-along-until-the-big-mistaking-of-you
double plus it all for once and ever
all of none trues very than ever it will
be not sure, enough or wet face no thing
left but upset eyes on a liars face.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

cellphonecellphone





"gotta feed my habit, man!" I SHOULD HAVE BOUGHT THIS



Saturday, December 19, 2009

hold me like before, hold me like you used to




you don't move me anymore




all is with us each with all and for all and is for is other and all our evers for altogether each one everying forever, others all is our each one never of alls. each alling is with us. our each and every is all and for the other.

the longest stare
was just moments long
with the biggest smirk
smoker's teeth can
f o r g i v e
m e , stairs suddenly it is
a joke and we turn away.



not characteristic, I leave a short distance
a cross, this city and it is Tuesday.
our Holy Lands, our special place perhaps
we have this jointly, this. we are, indefinate,
with our stages deciciding whether we
go if is it what we think
I am older in the eyes, my speech strange?
do I walk with a straighter vagrancy suitable?
H O L D O U T F O R H O W L O N G O R W H O?
do you make confidence with the latter, theorically?
is there faith in cafes? at which distance I can push the dubious bubble?
bind our arms, it is too cold with each step.

stick up for yourself, son



i t r y my best to not feel alone
with You, not ev en tHere(youtry,iknow)
or text somebody an inappropriate thought
(whatareyoudoingrightNOW(
but i'm still ruNNing home to an emPTy
brown And blue blanketed bed

Friday, December 18, 2009

casual sex





i could name your kisses
'ready' 'abletobealone' either, only why leave
them be? if you looked twicely cornerarounded
which I can be or not, but still two
can be good sometimes more enough than can be
or est
sous
leaving.

tvjingleafternoon


exused me, I must
speak for one moment a
long dream about debt i'm
worry waked up about all
the things pre-sticking in
this moment the thousand bubbles
encumbered by word of experienced
or disillusion or sin eternally i'd
scratch of all to small envelopes or
dreams of thought during day and
their inscription them, (on all the walls)
distanced more masculine than
could you admit when
yo/u\cov-eryo=urm.outh,tospea+k#eve;ryth_ings>oun{{.ds”lik'”.eth-is

i'll be holding all the tickets, and you'll be owing all the fines

you, now, the exactly what is the definition of the
type, smiling disaffected no, with too
the pretty one to cry never and short hunting to
satisfy the stop and speak (if not but for one moment) worst
about my thoughts, "deceiving is expression; heart" pure; but no
other knowledge how to express or import what (desire,
or a chipped book reference putting away the months ago) I know
that you will read this, and you will know that this is about
you and that you crossed my twentyfivethousandsixhundredandfiftyfivetimes
since my lips have crack of a black smile too far
and opened house-length of walked hours (there is
thus a littler thing which I say outside
extremely that
I believe inside, and you are all three years worth of time between them.)

Thursday, December 17, 2009

safe with me


a newer friend asserts, more
close to the door looking me
in the eyes and says 'the days
without alcohol does the neurotic burst you
to me, i think, the same ones
with too quickly wit going
nowhere spirit and burning
desire, eyes to be closed on another

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

out in the open



i slept for the first time in a long time last night
not pressed right wall side or
smothered tangental cotton streamlined design material
designed with you in mind.

Monday, December 14, 2009

dark sky demo

all of these photos feel like they were taken by somebody else, and i really like them.












fuck
i have full creative block right now
i am so off track suddenly.
overwhelmed with the flu, too high anxiety
i've had a three day heart attack, or is it just sore?


i saw this today, and it makes me long for the days when i was handsome.
i was just as simply existing then, what happened?



wintertime is a time of hibernation for the sleepy kitten.