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Friday, March 28, 2008

I am sitting thirty feet above the water with my hand at my throat...

listening to the owls go through the maples and the seaplanes go up and down like cracked buzz saws. I am finding my own place in the scheme of things between the nation of Reuben half drunk on twisted coneflowers and the nation of Dan all crazy for weird veronica. I am paying attention to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 27, 2008

The Eskimos, They who watch. stalk and wait...

The Witch Doctor... while ice freezes, melts and freezes, again. Their skin and flesh is not different from yours or mine. They have fingers and toes that freeze. They cannot run faster nor get more sleep even though their winter’s night is nine months long, When the blizzards die down and they... Sign in to see full entry.

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MAN’S BUBBLE WORLD Centuries from Now, To clone or not to clone...

Mother Earth is damn mad, her rain forest so beautiful and strategically placed is gone because man needed toothpicks and chairs to sit their lives on. Ballooned heads press their light-sensitive eyes against the protective plate glass of their man-made bubble empire because the sun is fatally... Sign in to see full entry.

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Nothing is too small for my sarcasm. I know a tiny moth...

that crawls over the rug like an English spy sneaking through the Blue Forest, and I know a Frenchman that hangs on the closet door singing chanson after chanson with his smashed thighs, I will examine my life through curled threads and short straws and little drops of food. I will crawl around with... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Evolution favors us but compared to man...

INSECTS COMPARED TO MAN Evolution favors us but compared to man, we’re built inside out and upside down with an ugly face, We have no bones, our skeleton external, to grow we must molt which takes a little trouble, Like man, most of us live to work, mate and die, no time for fun we live so briefly,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

I am going over my early rages again, my first laments and ecstasies...

in my heart they are in rhyme, I can't really say if this is the one that will free me from pain, I'm a sucker for every vagueness and degeneration, every heartache, and worry, I still try to let loose my tongue, to entertain the good, the the bad and celebrate them equally, I will eventually sleep... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 24, 2008

Omm Sety, a 20th Century Egyptologist & Cryptologist

ETERNAL LOVE: They called her: The White Lotus of the Nile You do not see her true face for she sinned, a long, long time ago, she, a commoner fell in love with a king, and him her, this could not be allowed, else he'd surely be put to death, she loved the King she could not have and committed... Sign in to see full entry.

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I am letting two old roses stand for everything I believe in...

I am restricting the size of the world, keeping it inside that plastic pot. This is like Greece, the roses sitting in the hot sun, the leaves exhausted, the blue sky surrounding them. I reach my fingers inside the dirt and slowly scrape the sides. One more flower will bloom the rest of this month,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 23, 2008

Happy Easter this blessed Easter morning...I'm thinking about

beautiful things. Beautiful faces are those that wear-- It matters little if dark or fair-- Whole-souled honesty printed there. Beautiful eyes are those that show, Like crystal panes where heart-fires glow, Beautiful thoughts that burn below. Beautiful lips are those whose words Leap from the hear... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, March 22, 2008

Now when I type, m y old lady flapjack-arms were swinging back and forth sometimes. They reminded me of when I was a child swinging from tree branches swaying in the wind. After all these years, my face was also now beset with tiny wrinkles around my blue eyes, like spoors around the tree of many... Sign in to see full entry.

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