Sunday, June 29, 2008
MUD CAKE
There’s a lot to be said about hipsterism When you’re walking down 2nd street with Nothing but music in your pockets Something special about being alive Though I can’t put my finger on it But for one moment in time To experience everything at once Music has no essense But the experince does
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Saturday, June 28, 2008
WHAT'S "DEPREDATING"?
And I thought it was spelled “deprecating“, because how else can you do it to yourself Which is why I wanted to study with Rodney Dangerfield But he died before I arrived So, I thought I would go to Joan Rivers who seems to be still alive (at least for now) But she throws me overboard Which was a...
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Tuesday, June 24, 2008
AS IT IS
Not that I’m complaining, but where’s the suds? In the 18th century no one had soap which is why a lot of smells were commonplace and taken for granted. And if you wanted to cross the street, watch out you don’t slip in horse dung. But if you had your own cow, you can always go out and milk it. Yes,...
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Saturday, June 21, 2008
HI ME! I'M HOME
OK. SO I GAVE MYSELF A BIG HUG TODAY BECAUSE I NEEDED IT AND IT WAS REALLY GREAT TO BE WELCOMED HOME EVEN IF I HAD TO DO IT MYSELF AND BESIDES, I REALLY NEEDED TO TAKE MY SHOES OFF....AHHHHH SO, HERE I AM IN MY DECOMPRESSION CHAMBER HAVING A COUPLE OF BEERS--HEY, WHO NEEDS THE BENZ? AND THAT'S WHEN...
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Thursday, June 19, 2008
DID I LEAVE MY SHOES IN BRIDGEPORT?
spunk, waddle, and contortions does Rubber Maid still make glue? I'll get it together if I can get my shoes back from Bridgeport (well, I was just there, wasn't I?) and the only reason I got lost is because it looked the same as any other place I've been except for the name of the streets & the 2...
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Tuesday, June 17, 2008
THE BOX
I'm not sure what's in this box but I really don't know what's outside it either this relationship seems necessary for not to have a box would be nothingness So, if the box exists, it has an outside dimension which can be perceived as such (how else would we know there is a box?) Thus the...
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Monday, June 16, 2008
CACOPHANY
Clatter these pots and pans preparing the artist’s escape route Clang their lids till the pottery shatters its secrets within the volcano Leap into the belly of the lamb while drinking the blood of the Revolution Resurrect this vision from dust that we are only to be what we might become
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Sunday, June 15, 2008
WEARING LOVE AS A GARMENT
Even if we were all naked, we wouldn’t have secrets? So, I just thought I’d tell you some of mine, because I like to share my experiences and give people advise--and I’ve been thinking a lot about how to wear love. Now, for myself, I found I liked wearing love as a glove, because I liked the fit,...
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Friday, June 6, 2008
When the Theater of the Mind exploded and the pen ran out of ink
When the Theater of the Mind exploded and the pen ran out of ink Bebop Betty was getting her act together before she put it on the road, while Lionel Hampton was in the saxophone section paying Stardust with his toes When the Theater of the Mind exploded and the pen ran out of ink Anias Nin was...
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Saturday, May 31, 2008
TWEAKING IT UP WITH MY MIRROR AGAIN
IF I DIDN’T HAVE A NAME FOR MYSELF HOW WOULD I KNOW WHO I AM…HUMMN? SO WHICH COMES FIRST, THE CASTLE OR THE EGG? AND IF I DIDN’T KNOW WHERE I WAS I’D STILL NEED A NAME FOR THAT JUST TO KNOW I WAS THERE BECAUSE IF I WERE NEVER THERE I WOULDN’T NEED A NAME FOR THAT WHICH BRINGS ME TO THIS, MY...
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