I suppose the next step will be a Broadway show based on Bob Dylan's songs I don't want to talk to bob Dylan I want to fuck him I don't want to know what his message is not I want to buy all his records (back to back) I have no special feeling towards Zimmerman I wanted to lick the t.v. screen after... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Song for U. With one arm around her belly, the other lovingly around her neck, I sang: a tree is a tree. She showed me her battered personality, Her self-esteem lighter than a dead leaf. I marvelled, Then wept the waterless tears of the Great Western World. She remained motionless, didn`t say a... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
ENERGETIC DYNAMIC Prancing and dancing around, whizzing along. The girls are so beautiful tonight, their lips so red and inviting. Oh come on all I want is a fuck, all I want is a poke up your arse. How tight my lips become when I want to keep a girl near me, every arrangement so difficult, she... Sign in to see full entry.
Singing myself to sleep Seven hours of television a day are watched in an average American home. The Drug-store cowboy, replaces the Western lone-ranger. A picture of children smiling in their sleep, seems out of place in a shop window on Broadway. A beggar girl showers me with compliments to make... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Muddled My fat belly, Thin lovely you. How meaningful everything becomes when you are nasty to me. Pretending I can’t see, You jump up and down, Wave your delicate arms. Ball and chain round my penis; Strait jacket round my brain; Love is a word we do not use around here. Oh, mummy. Beautifully... Sign in to see full entry.
Posted with Antonionioni in mind - to be read in the way the football results are read on Satruday evening Nuance Cubism for me, Picasso for you. Fucking for me, Making love for you. Concentration for you, Waste of time for me. Clean, white, printed T-shirt for you, Rags for me. Hours of interesting... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Conversation A. Have you noticed how annoying it is when books on shelves aren’t arranged according to size? B. No. A. Have you watched the great politicians, these fortresses of charisma, crumbling, for they cannot truly stand behind their dogmatic bark? B. Hmm. A. What golden sands, rolling hills,... Sign in to see full entry.
I’ve had a few sips of whiskey. Bought bread and milk. Girl wearing obstinate red shirt – full breasts – peers cheekily through lenses of glasses, ones to big for her face. White mini-skirt – lovely white legs. She takes no notice of me, because I have ignored her for the last few months. Reminds me... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Screaming Screaming: “I want to die; I want to die.” Walking down a street, quietly saying: “I will die; I will die” Lying on my bed, chanting: “I am dead; I am dead” People want something new to do; they are fed up with the daily search for a parking place. I have here forty and fifty year olds,... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
KAFKA - best short prose I have read; precise, intense, thought-provoking
I stand on the end platform of the tram and am completely unsure of my footing in this world, in this town, in my family. Not even casually could I indicate any claims I might rightly advance in any direction. I have not even any defence to offer for standing on this platform, holding on to this... Sign in to see full entry.