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Friday, March 29, 2019
meselfishnecessities
instead of scratching at yourself babes have a paperback handy to take your anger out on. squeeze. tear if necessary. me? i pull hair out. classic. i try to twirl. the paperback works. cups of tea. life is a slog for a final analysis that never arrives.
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Thursday, March 28, 2019
absurtisans
mahler shoots off of martello tower. i assume that nothing has ever been reported. the telling of a tale is free and open! so pray do tell! there are too many stars on stage. some of us are going voluntarily, but others must be pushed and trampled underfoot. take your selfie now while you are still standing. really the stage is big enough for all of us, but none want to share. whether it be hammering on a neighbour's wall, a typewriter in a tower, a scratching rodent intruder, a knock on the door or a knock on the head, it is a monstrosity of commentary. an opinion on everything under the sun piling up on the crust of the earth.
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Wednesday, March 27, 2019
girl loves me
i follow her into the world. it is the three thirty dash into the world before darkness descends. a three month ice age. snowballs thrown at father's bald spot as he stoops to pick up the tea cosy. vitamin D where are you? my head is racing in this cold; a grain of salt vs a snow flake; the ideal person is made of snow; the classics of early infant neurolingual programming being judged and burned for their intricate construction. please slow down babes, i cannot keep up.
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Tuesday, March 26, 2019
in the letter writing tower
that was nothing compared to what you wrote on the other page.
if you don't like my opinion too bad. maybe it would be better if you wrote your own letters, then you wouldn't whinge.
oh you make me out to be such a monster. you are just embellishing.
i am going to say no more from now.
breathe and gaze and giggle. fingers fidget. another giggle and gaze. zip the lips. throw away the key. more giggling and giggles give off giggles. the childhood memories and the goodness for the soul.
my mouth hurts.
no, don't read it to me.
giggle. a nose touch. stray lines cast by fingers. large moan.
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if you don't like my opinion too bad. maybe it would be better if you wrote your own letters, then you wouldn't whinge.
oh you make me out to be such a monster. you are just embellishing.
i am going to say no more from now.
breathe and gaze and giggle. fingers fidget. another giggle and gaze. zip the lips. throw away the key. more giggling and giggles give off giggles. the childhood memories and the goodness for the soul.
my mouth hurts.
no, don't read it to me.
giggle. a nose touch. stray lines cast by fingers. large moan.
Monday, March 25, 2019
criticism
if your method is the act the act then the life will be short. if it is the consequences then the act will have to change perpetually. the thoughts have to be trialled in multiple directions and to multiple audiences. the out of the trials arises the diamonds to be strung in a pretty sequence. the writing, reporting, recording and recoding isn't even half the show when we sit with ourselves under a cloud of honesty.
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Friday, March 22, 2019
oh dear, louis, not again
how do unconscious molecules become conscious molecules?
category error.
eh?
how do uncow molecules become cow molecules?
that's not the same question.
well, you know what a cow is, right? so what is consciousness? let's start there. surely you have to convince me there is consciousness, before asking me to show how molecules flicker between conscious states.
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category error.
eh?
how do uncow molecules become cow molecules?
that's not the same question.
well, you know what a cow is, right? so what is consciousness? let's start there. surely you have to convince me there is consciousness, before asking me to show how molecules flicker between conscious states.
Thursday, March 21, 2019
until the good ol' sun went down
ruby, are you hungry?
always hungry.
i got up at the break of day-
at the break of day?
yes at the break of day to forage
and?
...
what did you find?
oh ruby, you know it's so hard to love someone who don't love you
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always hungry.
i got up at the break of day-
at the break of day?
yes at the break of day to forage
and?
...
what did you find?
oh ruby, you know it's so hard to love someone who don't love you
Wednesday, March 20, 2019
dear ruby; education
the best teachers are those who disappear in the smoke of their students' experimentation.
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Tuesday, March 19, 2019
harden up
pull yourself together. make yourself so as you be able to take yourself seriously.
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Monday, March 18, 2019
i'm much younger than that now
i should stop writing about the things i should be living and just live them. there is such distance between the world of dreams and the emotions tied to those thoughts we enact in our lives. why can't my lungs get my head into heaven? my routines are under construction. from the ground up and the heavens down my behaviour is ready for recoding.
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Friday, March 15, 2019
and sometimes the page is simply good
francis is getting squeezed by the one who loves stamping up and down corridors and slamming doors just for the cinema of it. the house actually moves. francis wants to transform himself from a businessman to a hobo on the road with a cannondale badboy and the lightest tent on the market. the guy is a cashed up artistic tragic; a film maker turning down work at the glastonbury festival with the bbc to get mashed potato instead and undulate in different frequencies. now he is talking about getting a typewriter. it'll offset the weight spared by the tent. he has even moved from beer and skunk joints to hash bongs and whiskey. he's been in london ten years with a regular potato mash up in a covent garden music video studio. fancy a trip?
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Thursday, March 14, 2019
donald tusk
london is an old massive animal and you are lucky to have work here that can sustain you. i have no allegiance to this place, and thus no need to convince myself to remain. However the going is not yet a smooth set of running bearings, so i will take that shit kicking job. it's easy for me, because the english still remember the war. the city will still be there tomorrow. no chance of mass exodus.
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Wednesday, March 13, 2019
a vast social experiment
honest reporting is difficult. i sit still and etch out something of equanimity within this contrived puzzle of neurological undulations called city of london.
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Tuesday, March 12, 2019
londonium
this is such a horrible place. this is certainly not the best of possible worlds. the neurotics are running the show. they are constantly running any and all inane activities to avoid the malfunctions that they are. the neurotic leaders aim for the sun, but the day grinds them down. new day learn something new be someone new: escapism.
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Monday, March 11, 2019
interview rigamarole
the personality thieves are at it again. another round of who can bring the right energy into the space. stop wasting my time and make a decision. i bring myself to the table and that's all i need.
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Friday, March 08, 2019
more please sir
consciousness is sporadic, is forever shifting registers; the burroughs cut-ups seem to mirror the flows of the animal.
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Thursday, March 07, 2019
niveau colonialism
how are we going to conquer the world with ideas? the power of it all. blame it on the shostakovich and the map of europe in front of the monolithic imperial. blame it on the delusional proclivities. blame it on the bomb shelter aesthetic or the abrasive whiskey that'd double as paint thinner.
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Wednesday, March 06, 2019
from within
Barbera wonders if London is the best place within which to pursue a course of contemplation. But it is the belly of the best, I retort. Everything that is wrong with the West is here to slap you in the face with its reality.
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Tuesday, March 05, 2019
Mahlzeit
i am exhausted again from contact improvisation. moving through space living with people can be a little too much. today i walked through the symphony of cash registers and all i want is a red green blue pixel lullaby. hungry? why i am too exhausted to even think of hunger. let me choose the sleep option to wake up on the morn to do it all again. energy waxes and wanes. i pick the plum and then i eat to a tolerable frequency. no fabricated merit based dream is going to tell me when to eat.
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Monday, March 04, 2019
update
the vomit dries upon the page. it lends the words a certain authenticity and texture. 'imagine that each keystroke is machine gunfire on an idiot' - the author as tyrant. as historian. as politician. as victor. another way to say the nothing new. however, we need new ways. for the old ones either stop working or start doing something different.
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Friday, March 01, 2019
to read is to reread
if i can get something. one little thing. out of each and every one of your pages craig, then they will have been worth the effort of reading. perhaps even the effort of writing.
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