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anything to plug doug?
then come the jutting growth spurts in each and every direction. from thick to thin and back again, at once heading off this way and then turning again as if the sun had set today in the north tomorrow in the south and so on.
go outside for a cigarette
a cultural award, those running it don't recognise the colonial significance. the Italian claim on this finite island mentality. who is in charge here? mister Sinclair, with all due respect sir, that is your prerogative. i forgot the juice in the fridge. Sunday drinking - start with a Garibaldi, but never a second.
cash cow
wine and whiskey; into the distillation and fermentation game on the chain of the great sugar addiction. no space for the wheat, would have to source the mash from elsewhere; a solo distillery and cellar. the plants go in and then there is a seven year deadline to get the fermentation, distillation, bottling and storage up and running.
arc
sam gentle and his persistence; an irksome person beyond the visual aesthetic.
if it fits it ships
there is something going on in here but it is awfully self conscious and pretentious. the vitriol comes verbally in the heat of the moment receding into obscurity upon the page.
fuck me to fuck you to fuck them
insanity! help me! i cannot get out of this spin. le train train. i wanted to be made a machine of, but this is not what i had in mind. more of a machine without purpose, a self-fulfilling machine. you know, a useless machine.
today is us
they took the guinness and stella for the coach ride out to stansted the bastards. i guess they needed it sooner than i did. in the city there is no space to store consumables at home.
Besonderheiten sind nichts besonders
circles of preparation, summer winds come blowing in and no one flinches as if being swung at for the first time. mortality as motivation; to get something done before the ability fails. this fleshy tool consumes itself. just doing the same shit again at different intensities. a glass ceiling was met and some peak force cracked a weak point and eventually the fracture sent the glass splintering behind us. for we had already broken through. for glass is permeable. step up and pick yourself up because no one else is going to. where talking is a waste a time of breath keep the ears open. nonsense is the only thing to make sense of. particular attention to the off beat way daniela walks daniela talks. peculiar not particuliar.
world building
there are those that get something together out of a mess of process by some side of heckyl an underlying behaviour of organisation is recognised the disparate parts moving in relation to each other whatever becomes of an edit yet another draft until the world is replaced by a totally other arrangement
ozaintchya
well worn familiar phrases one liners the sure wins are falling often on deaf ears can you please speak slowly and in full sentences a bilateral agreement is what you are getting. i stumble upon a native passing through. how they manage to catch you on the other side of the world is a staggering feat mostly by incident but on occasion well deserving of accommodation and a little to eat. having the tongue wag to and fro puts a smile on my face. i guess i am ticklish in that way. it is a game of wit humour interconnecting.
wohnzimmer
hard pressed fight for air time television is a monster chewing up all the inputs into a space closing down the avenues of communication and participation is this body flexible enough to bend to another airwave
braunschweigerstrasse
the locals round here have cleared out for at least a long weekend if not longer freeing up the space for mental experimentation; let loose the hold on a foreign tongue and get the longing for expression out on the page. nothing shuts down a small space like a few germans rumbling around in a heavy handed manner. all the delicacy int he world and a simple precision when they want it. flying off the handle. no subtleties of range lie inbetween. this could all be locusts on the brain. the sample core is always too small to draw generalisations of any significance but their power in applicability moves in today's paradigm of fear mongering.
the child i remember
could it be the cold creeping in under the windows or the blue lights flickering every night that gets me down? everyone comes and goes in a mercedes. viv called but did not leave a message. here on xmas eve, the familial event, on german soil, in the doorway of fun a room with a view. the door will always open.
doug stanhope
what it is at stake in this cerebral infovision?
don't bend, ascend
what the hell am i doing oh that's right trying to learn. pickup another instrument to this mind occupied. found a reference to tchaikovsky's fourth in rach's second piano cocnerto. next stop rimsky korsakov.
edit
pass over one side of the scroll for anything that could pass for readable, a skerrick of entertainment, an idea floating conjured and remembered. the goal is to have moments ablaze with glory.
years ago
i have never had sex this disappointing every moment of build up to a point cut out with a silence get up reset the box miss the fluid movement from one to another
supermarket
wander on a course of breadth and depth whilst others chug along on a search for the right one the good one casting an idea over the moveable feast from which we pick and choose i am in the habit of constructing a meal spanning the palate pushing at the realm of taste whilst others like the packaging
gassy gehen
walk the dog must be the first thing to be done round the block put aside for the day the selfless act of duty the exercise of the dog power a release of doggy desire run round all day take a shit be comfortable once the animal is in the mode of self fulfilment just try and stop the avalanche of desire that comes racing toward a petite death
taco
to make a mockery of the modern cycling through another ring i will give persistence a measure.
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