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Friday, May 31, 2019
Thursday, May 30, 2019
hermits have no peer pressure
everyday something must be seen to be happening to the other in order to justify one's existence. i just crawl into a cave.
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Wednesday, May 29, 2019
pre-requisites for a stream of consciousness
1. consciousness itself needs to face all the questions we can throw it and be connected to all of the roughly distinct subsections that we can take for granted.
2. consciousness needs to be ready-to-hand embedded within signs and symbols.
3. the world as the body as the antenna comes into frenzy as an animal acquiring a pair of wings.
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2. consciousness needs to be ready-to-hand embedded within signs and symbols.
3. the world as the body as the antenna comes into frenzy as an animal acquiring a pair of wings.
Tuesday, May 28, 2019
what is ingested informs the digestion
the sun is rolled over by the clouds again. they are never far away. not in this quadrant of the rock in this millenium. in this slow wind down into the evening i caught myself picking over the vomit on the page. i thought i was staring out the window.
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Monday, May 27, 2019
Nowa Huta
i feel so uncomfortable out in the world of either/or. either straight horizons or none at all. either breathe life for profit or do not breathe at all. either me or her. either a poached egg or a ticking time bomb. either bad-place or no-place.
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Friday, May 24, 2019
cracked actor / call any vegetable
if i were to write with the space of australia in london i would be stoned in the street. ideas have their geography. just look at the pumpkin responding.
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Thursday, May 23, 2019
poetry literature physics
milk the teens and twenties for all their worth. you will be thrown on the scrap heap one way or another. so get used to it in your thirties. when the milk dries up suck on your cuts and abrasions. don't forget to disinfect. use the nagging cough that wakes you from your sleep to get up and go again before death takes you back to the a priori darkness. empty yourself all over the page for as long as you are tuned in.
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Wednesday, May 22, 2019
i have my doubts about me too
if you don't like the water in london wait fifteen minutes.
didn't they standardise it with the eu?
they are bringing it back.
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didn't they standardise it with the eu?
they are bringing it back.
Tuesday, May 21, 2019
smile in sunshine
money breeds corruption, suckfaced smiles and tight arseholes. i could twist these words into more of the same or twist the consumer into buying something different. i will do away with money and never be led into the game. i follow the rich tapestry of the word and everything else is incidental. love for the sake of love. a romantic in the age of the entrepreneur.
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Monday, May 20, 2019
oil lamps and cobblestones
we dance together along decadent london streets to the top of primrose hill and watch twilight descend over the cityscape. the cold comes sweeping down upon this empathy shadowplay and we need to get home, back into the warm, if we want stay fluless. you point to the pizzeria. i cannot say no. we are not the kind of existants that derive pleasure from kicking others in the groin, but those kind who lose themselves in their own pleasure.
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Friday, May 17, 2019
alienated slave
where is the canteen selling hand grenades? it is not profitable for businesses to sell the means of their own destruction. ideology values training over education. training is a place and purpose within a constructed society, whereas education is the construction toolkit. the canteen sells a palatable puree of unidentifiable ingredients. the alienated slave knows how to use a spoon and a magic wand.
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Thursday, May 16, 2019
the white maggot poses as grecian god
change is the only constant worth reporting on. i lost a lot of myself in transit. now i gather the pieces indoors. soon i will take myself outside for a test run. we will see what parts fall off.
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Wednesday, May 15, 2019
dear gorgeous
you are a deep sleeper babes. sometimes i would wake up with a chill and tug the blanket that you had turned into your cocoon. i would have to unroll you, at least enough to get a bit of the blanket, and you wouldn't budge. other times i would wake in a sweat with you on top of me and the blanket strangling me. i would push and slither about until you rolled off and to one side. no complaints. no sighs. not even an open eye. then there were the times, not often i will admit, i would try a short sharp jab just to stop the snoring...forget about it.
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Tuesday, May 14, 2019
omfg: language is a whore
craig doesn't watch movies because he is making his own world. for that he needs an imagination tarnished only by his own sensory experience and the memory dreamings of his ancestors, who knew how to create a variation on the theme their mothers sung to them as babes.
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Monday, May 13, 2019
the instincts get a tickle
oh what am i doing? faster. no. no. i am not doing that. ahh fuck. faster. quick. tap. tap. tap. we haven't much time left. tap. tap. tap. faster. giggle. quick i gotta. i can't. ahhh. ahah. i just...no. no. no. my hand didn't come off. quick. ahhh...garhhh.
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Friday, May 10, 2019
strike
the easiest way to hit me on the head is to write something down and post it to me. alternatively you could send seeds. that would also do the job, but it takes longer. same descriptor; hit on head. different action. in person it all happens a lot quicker and another action altogether. still the same words: to hit me on the head...
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Thursday, May 09, 2019
the world is a spew pit
the typewriter is as close as i get to a friend in these dieing days.
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Wednesday, May 08, 2019
hormone trade
the spring warmth comes out in full force and the bitches are on some serious heat. they scrape around the fence corners in a whimper. gone is the aggressive posturing and incessant barking.
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Tuesday, May 07, 2019
stamford hill, london N16
amanda is a master vibration who tells those listening that there is a stasis in language, in reading, that needs examination. she wants to draw out the nothingness, sit with it and cradle the crying child: being with. there is a metaphysics in grammar, she says; it has been built into the scriptures that form the pillars of our modern existence.
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Monday, May 06, 2019
cut and slash: edit
don't you love those sentences down on the page that you know will not even raise an eyebrow from prosperity, the ice maiden we all worship when honest within ourselves. this writing gig is an act of self preservation. the ego screaming out I AM THE SPOILT ONE! with all these neuroses hanging from me however am i to be honest?
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Friday, May 03, 2019
i am the spoilt one
i love how you smoke as soon as i leave. so secretive. as though there were a silent umpire presiding over proceedings. well i would love to smoke with you. come sit down beside me.
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Thursday, May 02, 2019
the anna
the few that sit still and collect thoughts are locked up in monasteries, hidden in music, burrowed into caves and lodged on high vantage points all travelling without moving. wrapped up and warm the animal almost disappears completely. rumblings rise up from the stomach.
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Wednesday, May 01, 2019
i had my doubts about you
i am slowly bringing back the days of steaming tea from cast iron cauldrons over wood fires. multiple typewriters in multiple languages writing multiple letters to multiple recipients. the planting ritual under the full moon. the fermentation pots, the still and the cellar of casks. i am bringing them altogether from the expanse of the travelling school circus.
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