February 2012
14 posts
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sam stone.
those calm clamped up days moving fast after the conflict.
son and daughter running in the yard i had the wife go to sears roebuck and buy us a film recording machine. you just hold it in yer hand.
i woke up in the bathroom again and the kids crying, phone ringing, wife screaming about fucking nixon and vietnam and
god bless this fucking country, crying and hysterical.
Arm question from son...
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I feet korgetting
i keep forgettin’ michael mcdonald is just as old as some dude wackin it in the dark bedrooms of the american midday. blank household crisis throwing the cordless in a fit of rage cause johnny dealer wont pick up, precarious, pretentious, and all around senseless. defenseless pretenses and helpless re vexes wrapped like ivy around the bungalow by the oceans grey day. disco jostle across...
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Touch of gay.
That bad movie straight to video.
that album, too much blow and booze, too many ludes and too much synth, all jostling and jocking for harmony.
that last novel, the final screeches of the dying wordsmyth.
that lone speck in the fuzz, drilling nails into the coffin faster than a wore on halloween. the kids cant get enough.
i wont get by….
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lonesome cow.
Fifties morning, early and cold.
no heater, nothing open now
ricky nelson on the radio
someday something
scary and dark.
someday danger
someday sparks
gone blown away by the rough
and the slickly sick
blip.
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Sneeze breeze please on my knees with a beard of...
Dung funny and skeet her on valentines became gay lovers and moved to the bay and ate thizz and smoked oc and did key bumps of shitty blow at peanut bars for the edgy hipsters of the moonlight craze and dilated pupils riding fixed gear bikes and too small caps and their shitstache blowing limp in the cold breeze. Past the clouds of crack smoke and runny feces exploding like jackson pollock...
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homo sapiens say give me a break.... or a steak. ...
The second time for the who knows how many times tries at skimpy lies bundled up and labeled surprise! it cries and to life, jumps,
coming to rise
opens eyes
cries
lies
buys
performs live
expert in jive
high fives and muff dives
barflies and long drives
hopeful bribes to stay alive
the walk along lines
saying
careful, son, cause its
thrive or dive
juggling knives and wives
...
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mechanical stamina. 86'ed from lists.
Over indulged
over involved
under developed
and stubborn shit pride
wholesome family lies
barf cart and drew on dark eyes
no more supplies and everyone dies
and pried yer thighs in hopes of prize
cock rise and dinky size
crappy cut off in the head slap notion
expected commotion
barely any lotion
left burns on the tip
bare bones and singed hair
spent too much time
that thing called...
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Late again.
hurry hurry hungry stomach. make yer way smoking fast around the brick corner tongue out and wetting the tshirts of the sensual babes hanging out, as they tended to do. Thats when the bike courier smoking crack not paying attention obviously ran right into me and there went the cake i made for a belated birthday of someone i didnt really like at all, but i was a people pleaser and a jig dancing...
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Its low carb, barb.
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sexual healing concluding with shrinkage.
country comforts colliding with catastrophic chemicals. The freebase pipe on the wood coffee table in the leafy suburbs. Quiet. Wicker and tans, and the end of shag carpet. Almost too modern, but still slightly leaking polyester and disco, and phrases becoming un”hip” and a total “bummer”. Long hair got you pulled over still, and you could still get a three finger lid...
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debris stuck in the garbage disposal and...
the mouth opens and the finger goes up in timid request to me smote down by the teeth of a tyrant in the tophat townhome, a terror show summed up with one thing, no.
so put yer hands in front of yer face and suck in the disgrace, muggy shakes, splay her open and lay yer eggs. This cant be good…..
moody muff mumbling about stuff, gruff and tough, standing in the buff, never was enough to...
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i dont know, shrugs not hugs, and the vague: a...
heeeeeyyyy mmmmmaaaaaaannnnnn, my hands up in recoiled and half witted surrender while the sharp words of others stuck me to the wall and i was forced to stare an endless scrolling list of mundane writing about love or sadness or passive aggressive complaints from self righteous groovy cynics that probably take themselves so seriously and are always right and just have an opinion on everything you...
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Scenic California...
Bright alright, barely awake
and that single palm tree in the glare.
gimme shelter. Traffic second hand smoke on the way through the crevices between the jammed hills, waiting for pills.
even at the gas station its like some early cold ‘85 morning, the west becoming the old east, dying in the concrete freeze, cold, cold, fucking so cold breeze. Until summer we melt into the sidewalks,...
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