Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Pennies On The Roof
Sincerely, I toe the line and drop pennies down because I don't like anyone in this city. Even if the urban myth isn't true I can pretend to see heads gushing and the population dropping like flies. I spit and piss off the top, through the glory holes in the fence I breathe hot victory and warehouse...
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Fecal Matter
On the concept of waiting Daniel Chinnou says there is no such thing as wasting time but Chinnou is a car fanatic. He lounges at stop signs, and idles at red lights, and waits for people to cross. I've hit people, and sprinted through reds, only to blatantly ignore stop signs. I laugh baroquely at...
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Monday, April 25, 2005
Hmnn..
I'll return tomorrow.
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Friday, April 22, 2005
Those Gargantuan Thighs
I won't write about nothing, so I'll write about something inconsequential. A pair of humungous thighs wrapped around me that make me wonder if you wonder whether I am a boy or a girl and whether or not that matters because large thighs lead to something larger. They lead to shame and something...
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Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Felix Was A Painter
My love from Ecuador, from California, from a land where sugar mommas support the arts, you came to school all crying and what not, not knowing what to do with your drugs and your sketchbook full of pictures of a dead girl. You fell in love with every girl but me, and I felt bad for you, without...
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Tuesday, April 19, 2005
I Remember Dan Fante
Lately I have been very into beat writers. Just the amount of horrible truth that they express. It makes me squirm in my seat, in an oh-so-delicious type of way. I've always said that cuss words and whores are not shock material if you have lived that life, or any life at all. This is also for a...
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Charles H. Bukowski, Last American Hero
He really is my hero and everyone else's The last man who could speak his mind and still make sense. Pretty words were a no- no and plain speak was god. He called Whores whores and thieves thieves and that's what made me fall in love with a drunk and a poet. Last American hero and last man to tell...
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Monday, April 18, 2005
The Answer Is Resounding
In the peak hours yesterday I met a liar who was hard to follow and complicated like relationships but had wide eyes that made you want to believe in coincidences. For someone to speak so clearly through smoke is a mystery how he could hold a cigarette and laugh all at once without looking a fool or...
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Sunday, April 17, 2005
Cleareyed/ Bugeyed
Clear-eyed, bug-eyed kids in the lot behind this house where construction is being held but is on intermission Sioux says she is starting a band, and she plays air guitar, does handstands so, that's her talent. Grey's uncle owns this house that's been abandoned where these dreamy kids landed to lay...
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Friday, April 15, 2005
Homeless Nuts
Mother brought me down to the main town where everything smells like nuts roasting in butter and sugar water. The streets were covered in heat waves and homeless people, dirt and the demons of sensory overload. Who would be so bold but to go upstairs where cool breezes were man made but they can't...
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