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Friday, June 28, 2019
education
the insatiable consumer mentality now coming as standard requires a nationalised curriculum to smash the life out of the canon fodder. in these times of perpetual war we cannot let go of our human shield.
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Thursday, June 27, 2019
close the wound
i may be able to lie to myself before others, but sooner or later the script runs out and underneath it all the silent truth runs forever onwards.
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Wednesday, June 26, 2019
where are you off to?
i walk with blake, pound and joyce through abney park cemetry to canonbury and over highbury fields. as the sun says fare thee well i head to the hopeless wanker for an edit and warm myself by the fire. i remember when i used to study and then it stopped. it felt like an arm had dropped off. now i must fight for the solitary time necessary for reflection.
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Tuesday, June 25, 2019
who said that?
biography is not possible. autobiography perhaps less so. i chronical with patience everything i see and hear throughout the day.
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Monday, June 24, 2019
the cypriate
the beard becomes permitted for the elders around the time someone close has passed away. i haven't shaved since the abortion.
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Friday, June 21, 2019
nice feelings for a waster of space
the sound of a typewriter is foreign to those born in the era of computers. my father is a writer, so i grew up with this typing sound all day long. i grew up in the gutair hero era, so i don't watch broadcast television.
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Thursday, June 20, 2019
kitchen chatter
the saint martins art student from cornwal wants to get away from sharing a room with a girlfriend in kentish town in order to get on with the crafting of songs as learnt in the best institutions this great land can provide to the upper class attempting to pass himself off as the mouthpiece of the middle class majority of mindless work a day muppets: you and me.
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Wednesday, June 19, 2019
where am i to send these letters if not to you?
the water out of the tap is hard. best to write in the rain, but we cannot be spending all times up on the roof. the clouds cry the misery of simply being there. it falls over the cityscape, collects in the drains, sweeps over the spew pit and eventually out into the oceans. sometimes i catch it in my eyes and let it fall onto the page.
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Tuesday, June 18, 2019
i don't want to choose
what if rimbaud had turned to music instead of the desert?
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Monday, June 17, 2019
where do the homeless exist with dignity intact?
the exiled strike back at the empire and the empire absorbs the blows like so much information. the empire grows, mutates, subsumes and splits as the leviathan amoeba. you can do anything with permission; get on board with the project.
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Friday, June 14, 2019
the pendulum swings in both directions
in an hysteria the heart beats faster, the words come thicker and the lines stand out clearer. faster faster and it is almost as if we all swing to the beat of a single drum. none of this is forever.
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Thursday, June 13, 2019
no sabbath for nomads
I go about my duties; empty compost and stir about weeds unwanted. Giggling girls go about their Sunday stroll. Skirts to church on any sunny Sunday.
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Wednesday, June 12, 2019
nico
others are needed for self to alter habit. they are like ink drops falling into a pool of water.
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Tuesday, June 11, 2019
that old black magic called love
the fingers are happiest dancing. so bring back the dance floor babes. i miss you.
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Monday, June 10, 2019
scire
The trojan horse opens an eye and a tear rolls over the cheek. I hope for the simple inner quiet to put honesty upon paper each an every time a day opens itself to existential tender. Who could have talked Kant out of leaving his ethical mark when no one before him had been more rigorous and self-doubting to the point of honesty?
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Friday, June 07, 2019
the new model; better in the home, better in the office.
another moped squeezes by with a delivery top box and a learner plate hanging off the back. the rumble of nationalistic tantrums can be felt underfoot. Rousseau baby the globalisation of the nation as idea has led to a new-found regionalism. time for another shift in group think. another step down the marxist narrative.
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Thursday, June 06, 2019
context shapes consciousness
the modern education institution is so many restraining beds, feeding tubes, vaccinations and intravenous drips. the ideas and thoughts that lead the next generation are thus disseminated without any sense of authorship. we may be born free and wild, but we grow up in the asylum.
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Wednesday, June 05, 2019
vibrations across the ether aka gravity waves from afar
history tells us that interpretation is the property of the distributing authority; the word is the flesh of god. keep digesting and you will find that continuity is up to the reader. creation is a conversation between author and reader.
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Tuesday, June 04, 2019
reasons exist
it is the small things that break my heart. a broken shoelace as i am heading out the door. i am too easily misguided. the marketplace is not a healthy sexual relation. the heart does not want to choose, much less purchase. or sell itself out, or short, or at all. my heart would rather disappear in the drama of modern liturgy.
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Monday, June 03, 2019
those letters rest in belfast
anna does not work on postal scams so she crams it all into an envelope and stuffs into a red postal box. if she were to write with the space of australia in london she would be stoned in the street. those hand written love letters are sitting in the dead letter office.
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