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Friday, December 30, 2016
Angewohnheiten
death drive back into the machine madness a routine madness routine made mad eight uninterrupted hours wherever did the flow go working on someone else's routine schedule drive begin the coming and the going the slow but disruptive flow of panic
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Thursday, December 29, 2016
drinking plain rocket fuel
I cannot be doing this every night.
Why not?
Well variety keeps my spark burning.
If you do it often enough you will find the subtle differences. The little variables that give you variety in the same.
I am not going to find another seven year old chimay too quickly again.
It's summer. Move onto the riesling.
I have still a few westvletern around.
leave it for the cooler months.
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Why not?
Well variety keeps my spark burning.
If you do it often enough you will find the subtle differences. The little variables that give you variety in the same.
I am not going to find another seven year old chimay too quickly again.
It's summer. Move onto the riesling.
I have still a few westvletern around.
leave it for the cooler months.
Wednesday, December 28, 2016
hand made eco tourism
look for the artisan creativity taste in subtly the finesse in production the fingertips have gone numb from handling the kim chee the chilli has worked its way into the system through the skin permeable surface outside is in the inside is out
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Tuesday, December 27, 2016
a month of sundays - J. Updike
just going in for another smoke and choke want to get on the ride building up the rocket for one more extravaganza if i cannot get the roll moving tonight then i might as well go into the junket and blow my brains out that is nothing but a weekend distraction here let me show you how to play sour grapes this is the game of always being in the right inner monologue is never in the wrong how clever you are the disease of self confidence
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Monday, December 26, 2016
where can i sleep tonight?
his name is Rodriguez, but everyone calls him Peggy. He has been with Caroline for five year. They were neighbours in Cameroon. He asked her out, Caroline says. Marthe married Peggy so he can stay in Germany. The right of ayslum had been recently denied Caroline.
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Friday, December 23, 2016
Thursday, December 22, 2016
mon petit chaton
Well fuck me.
I try to, but you always back away.
The cat looks hungry tonight. It is the first time I have seen your cat a little hungry.
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I try to, but you always back away.
The cat looks hungry tonight. It is the first time I have seen your cat a little hungry.
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Hegel meets Lenon
I empty the smells of sex from the oven. Everything finishes by dieing no matter if one is in the gutter or in the penthouse, they all go out the same way. Everything that is possible is, all else is not; must simply can...was möglich ist ist, sonst ist es nicht. Kein Mensch muss mussen. Ich kann was ich muss weil ich will. Möglichkeit ist die Realität und die Realität überlässt viel der Vorstellung.
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Tuesday, December 20, 2016
ne sais quoi
I love to fart, it is like shitting in the air. On sent dans tout cela qu'il a un besoin de quelque chose...
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Monday, December 19, 2016
i still have an hour
to have nothing and be happy, is that not the simplest of combinations? is it not property that brings unhappiness?
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Friday, December 16, 2016
no assistance required
the mother, well she does not need any help. Goes to the supermarket, buys food, eats out of a can, sits in front of television and sleeps on the floor. That is a survival. She has all the requisites for living downpat.
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Thursday, December 15, 2016
minutiae
there is no competition within insanity. show off two different streams or variations of insanity, the working upon the productive and the destructive, each has their own social worth in different contexts. kill a few and you are a murderer, thousands a conqueror, millions a tyrant of genocide, generations a colonialist.
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Wednesday, December 14, 2016
oral traditions
the mere act of putting pen to paper, hell, journalists can do that, accountants, lawyers and crooks; even though writers put pen to paper it is not the act of putting pen to paper which makes a writer. it is not even the telling of a story. it is the imagination.
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Tuesday, December 13, 2016
as a gnat and then a worm and then a man
it is a very different world
for a worm
a dark world?
without a sense of light
a dirty world?
without a sense of clean
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for a worm
a dark world?
without a sense of light
a dirty world?
without a sense of clean
Monday, December 12, 2016
dein goldenes Haar, Margarete
I leave you to the cutting up of the pizza into little pieces. whatever are you going to find on the other side of the knife.
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Friday, December 09, 2016
Die Herrschaft-Knechtschaft Beziehung
Small wrote on the relationship between Nietzsche and Rée. Perhaps I had better start on the one between Daley and Roper. Alphabetical order of course.. Show me the money and I will get right down to it. But for now, on the time that is mine, without a care to the next piece of subsistence, I am throwing the decadence of the days away on the tools that please me ever so. I have been working like this for months, years, lifetimes. Now I am going to take it outside to see if it runs away, is beaten up, crawls home with its tails between its legs, or turns up on the bank of the river. Or just disappears forever...drowning the time away behind a machine that does not fill the hole, but burrows deeper into vexed time.
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Thursday, December 08, 2016
in öffentlichen Vehkehr
plane clothes scrutiny
pleased to be seized
non subscribers to
possession
i am in a fit
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pleased to be seized
non subscribers to
possession
i am in a fit
Wednesday, December 07, 2016
Percival Road, Stanmore
I feel upon my head the first drops of a downpour. I write, I draw, I flow and, when I am exhausted, when I am exhumed, when I am washed out, then I let loose my hand 'til silver sun signs: dry times ahead.
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Tuesday, December 06, 2016
Sans Soucis
Another dusk down at the beach. Fishers and men. Shadows cast before crimson skies and reflections in silent waters. If only this calm wash me. I pull my line in.
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Monday, December 05, 2016
Friday, December 02, 2016
every day i have the blues
Every day I have the blues.
I've had my fair share of bad luck and crime,
But it was you I had to lose.
I pick up my pen and four-by-five book
On the street wasting time,
Everyone thinks I'm a crook.
I look down at my torn shoes;
I gave you everything I had, every cent and dime,
But it was you I had to lose.
Every day I have the blues.
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I've had my fair share of bad luck and crime,
But it was you I had to lose.
I pick up my pen and four-by-five book
On the street wasting time,
Everyone thinks I'm a crook.
I look down at my torn shoes;
I gave you everything I had, every cent and dime,
But it was you I had to lose.
Every day I have the blues.
Thursday, December 01, 2016
David B.
I know when I need to stay in
And get shit done.
I know when I need to meet you
Standing in the wind.
I am going to miss you when you're gone.
You are rock 'n' roll with lipstick on.
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And get shit done.
I know when I need to meet you
Standing in the wind.
I am going to miss you when you're gone.
You are rock 'n' roll with lipstick on.