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THOUGHT OF THE DAY.
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Feb 26, 2009 12:40 pm
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i had a beautiful thought
but, it was gone in a moment
maybe, if it had
hung around a little longer
i could have invited
it out for dinner.
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portrait of henry miller
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I DO NOT KNOW ...
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Feb 25, 2009 1:34 pm
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if you were afraid of the dark as a child
and fell asleep while you were reading huck
under the cotton sheets with a soft sallow
torchbeam caressing your flickering
eyelashes as you dreamt of standing by
a river's edge, wondering if your fear of
the flow was something to acknowledge
or bury. if you should respect it's
immense power and risk life and limb,
or wait until it was placid enough to cross.
if you walked under the awnings when it
rained or crossed the street when it said
do not cross, if you collected cinema stubs
in a red woolworth scrapbook or torn slushy
poems and victorian erotica from old
library books.
if you ever felt the heat of the sun
on your loins and thought of me,
or imagined your chalky bones
emerging from moondust and growing
into a sacred silver willow tree.
if you saw your reflection in the middle
of the night and saw dorian gray or
patrick bateman or francis bacon
or lucien freud or maybe when you used to
frequently cut yourself shaving you would
lick the blood hoping you would remember
why you existed, why you were here,
what purpose you served and then you
would cry like a baby because it had no
taste, no aftertaste whatsoever, so you
would drink a bottle or two of chianti
and fill the void with painting canvases
full of dark labial gashes.
if those theatres of absurdity seemed
once upon a time to be the exit stage
you were so desperately seeking to be
re-born inside, but never realising they
were nothing more than anti-heaven,
nothing more than pits of sorrow and
regret.
if the ephemeral delights of whores
soothed your carnal soul only momentarily,
what on earth could possibly abate the
anger, the self-loathing, the nihilism
that was fermenting deep at the core
of your blessed being?
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image by rothko
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ODE TO NON.
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Feb 23, 2009 1:14 pm
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I want to matter
to someone
side-show freak
nothing but secondhand
tea leaves of a blind
fortune teller.
I want to exist
inside you
abominable satyr
nothing but annihilation
scorched wrists and bruises
that will never heal.
I want to know
about love
such a small item
nothing but a forgery
pastiche on a postcard
that I never sent.
i want to be anonymous
like your shadow
sine qua non
nothing but oil on rag
smeared with blood
that primordial nectar.
I want to be a figment
of your imagination
just flickering
nothing but a stub of wax
warm with hope
that never existed.
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cannot validate the author of the pastiche circus freak.
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MY BRAIN IS SO HEAVY BECAUSE OF THE BOOKS I'VE READ.
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Feb 10, 2009 12:56 pm
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the critique of pure reason by immanuel kant.
over 800 pages of mind-fucking metaphysical philosophical gems.
isn't it amazing, i mean ... it is amazing ... really,
i was moving apartment, i have hundreds of books,
and i was thinking *smiles* really ... i was - just a little bit!
the weight of all those books ... could sink the titanic, but
after reading all that stuff, our brain remains the same weight.
fascinating stuff - right?
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okay - who wants to fuck me now?
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