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well, malady...

Sat Apr 18, 2009, 11:20 PM
if only ye knew how spattered the clapping of my backrow is and how contentedly the geezer at the podium is finally reaching for his cane. the sisters of mercy are not du duum duh du duuum as to yr scratchy voice. i knew youd sound like that, eventually. i fucking knew it. told you so. its still too damn literary, for the most part (Pictures of the pyramids! and i sure as hell didnt tell you anything about that. *and, well, um, but, if and all: that guys fucking TEETH, man.
"Where were you."
"Over tonys."
"What were you doing there."
"Listening to some ass cover a jimmy buffet." but i was actually in a pretty mild way all delighted by the fucking thing.
and you smiled:
"thats strange..."

if you were wondering about my nightmares... the cats crawling thru the window, i loved that, i loved more than anything being locked out, and i wish things like that couldve happened, its all i wanted, i wish you hadnt had to hide from it, and i cant believe i put the dampers so far down over my eyes, i was more than willing to admit that you were really that insane, that you were worried about offsetting our prospective landlord. uncertainty, it's nice! and so deathly deathly deathly, this is en route to the new yorker or something, know my journals full of wishing you the best of yr uncertainty, while its here, to enjoy it, i didnt know at the time why i was writing that stuff. and i still cant see why you had to do those things to me. i can see too fucking clearly why you felt so enamored by them as to start frenetically thanking yourself for them, soon i was gone. when you get down to it youre just an irrepressible pile of shit, and i cant see why i felt such a strong desire to get down to it. what i really mean to say is: youre never gonna find a smarter parrot than i, but parrots galore you will. and i'd rather you well than not.


sometimes i cant sleep, too, but the thing i do: i look for pictures of people on the internet. sometimes i find my fortune instead. this one for example saved my life: [link]

and this one was just nice as all hell:

[link]

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~adamhzz Apr 20, 2009, 9:50:45 PM
wE soon get through the poetry of our existence, and in three or four years Mollie Austin was but a fragrant, pleasant memory to the active, busy, money-making Tom BurlesOn

cicada-sound of sprinklers turning on, cool after a day of 80 degrees' rising
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~amodestmouse Apr 21, 2009, 5:59:10 PM
man i hear ya! and im aware of the wares, cash money cash money, you make
me humble as pie. such that i want to go and very tenderly
rob a bank.all winter
i've been entering the bank
w/ the intention of robbing it, it
was even better than kicking the
same lamp post, every
night, cartoon
man extraordinare, this morning awake in bed before asleep i was really laughing, i was imagining micheal jackson robbing a bank. he would just hop
around and chirp all over the place and not get a damn thing done. the moral of the story is moby dick is pretty good. a classic. especially since waxlers vendetta against me is no longer ruffling the pages, tickets in the mail.

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giving a voice to conditions or states of mind normally associated with speechlessness
-Franz Wright
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~adamhzz Apr 21, 2009, 10:53:28 PM
aw all that, well here's what i'd do: make it part of an extended journey, such that it's all a healthy investment! of course you can't stay in the DESert forever, but, the bay, orrr portland? god forbid not reno. india... but that's a one way ticket...and most people go to burning man second, but... anyhow, you're bound to get laid, and if you want, bound, course you might have something you want to get back to on the east coast by then, keep walkin those streets, the basketball kid! yeah i had lotsa childhood memories of him on my retreat, the first a BIG one, so here it is, we were a bit older lets say me 11 or 12 him 13, still best friends ish but he's starting to hang out more with school friends who are athletic like him and i'f recently gotten glasses getting nerdier by the day, this was my awkward face, and his friends are going down main street into another suburban area to the old elementary school to play i dunno basketball or football, something i'm not too good at, halfway there not too far from the old cannon and black ball pyramid from mayb the revolution, on the grassy trainagle, not there but not un-NEAR from there you see, he turns to me and says, "maybe you should just go back," his two white friends (him black me in between) still walking up ahead, i in my inner and outer silence say "ok" turn around and start back.
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~adamhzz Apr 22, 2009, 9:30:39 PM
[link] ./temp/~ammem_fsnA::
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~adamhzz Apr 22, 2009, 9:31:25 PM
oops bad link

[link]))+@FIELD(COLLID+fsac))
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~adamhzz Apr 22, 2009, 9:32:22 PM
bad again! "[link]))+@FIELD(COLLID+fsac))"
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~adamhzz Apr 22, 2009, 9:34:11 PM
OKAY HERES WHAT TO DO

click either of the last two links, and then copy and paste this:

))+@FIELD(COLLID+fsac))

to the end of the address
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~amodestmouse Apr 22, 2009, 10:15:40 PM
man thank you. shoe city, i seen the children in front tenement one before, w/ the dog, always gets me chilled, the d'angelos has a nice one on the wall of the brockton fair, corsets top hats and all

--
giving a voice to conditions or states of mind normally associated with speechlessness
-Franz Wright
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~amodestmouse Apr 22, 2009, 10:29:32 PM
and. my brother at home w/ his beatles and his stones. assuredly laid, Bound! i have a lot of yes to say to all of this, and you know, everything else, things are looking kindve mildly in every direction, i cant really think of any sadnesses like that from my childhood right now, i tend to remember the crap things i done, there is an arab toting a camel down my street, a naked child in the street too, every day, alot of things happened now that i think about it, wait i did have that friend tho, mark lotan, he was older, his mother believed in ufos, he like to watch cops, he beat me up, man! wouldnt let me use his police walkie talkie either, i remember one night my mother was pulling something up from the ground and we were at the end of the walk and i was telling him what happens when we pee, i remember the image i had in my head was real vivid, there were these tiny gnomes in yr ball sack, and theres something about disloging in gnome terms a "boulder" from yr penis canal when the deed had to be done, but there was alot of shouting going on in yr balls, by the gnomes, like on a construction site, i think i knew he'd like that, he did, we laughed alot about it, all done in hushed tones so mom doesnt hear, but he could be a real dick, friends!

--
giving a voice to conditions or states of mind normally associated with speechlessness
-Franz Wright
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