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Monday, September 30, 2019
Friday, September 27, 2019
passionate protestations are still possible
the earthling is not happy in any authentic sense. just take a look at the circuitry. there have been demonstrations of viral extraction. simply beating it out of the body was an effective method. however reports have shown that often the treatment was more painful than the symptoms.
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Thursday, September 26, 2019
plants pounding upon bone
it is a huge exit that lands with the blue velvet jacket. it makes me feel a tension beneath the overwhelming seas of still and calm. the saxophone enters on side b. once all the establishments and institutions have closed up then the earthlings permit themselves to mingle amongst themselves, freely and openly, without any entertainment excepting themselves.
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Wednesday, September 25, 2019
smoking crispy white argentinian
do not be such an outsider all the time dear shaman, perhaps your isolation from the herd is in part why we are all so scrunched up and slowed in growth and expression.
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Tuesday, September 24, 2019
decadent city london aint it
everything is important in the steps and gesticulations. i put on those gloves found one wanderous day in the surry on the hills in search of the 80 ISO film. who is up for a walk in the cemetery whilst carrying a tome, each to read out a paragraph and commit to memory the word patterns that draw the attention out of a solipsism daydream of the modern city. not us, we are going down to the hopeless wanker to type a manifesto in the rain.
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Monday, September 23, 2019
Affentheater
another monday night floating by without you. a night in is better for the constitution. i am breeding my own flu. when i have something really bad i go outside and test it on the population. all the things that are not people come easily to me. no monday night frenzy slow diving into la vie en rose. i love that dress, but i love you more. i can see a warm glow of recognition on you. it is healthy. i want to rearrange your room, play interior designer in all your most intimate spaces and take note of what has to go back into position. sacred space. when the stars are aligned with the sharp wit and the claim of clove and sage takes hold in our garden bed then we shall grow our own source for the sacred arrangement.
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Friday, September 20, 2019
meet at the hope and anchor at ten thirty
i am the bad influence that must lock itself away within a storehouse of phrases and idioms. throw me around in the insatiable conversation. the pub is an escape from this madness. drinking amongst regular strangers.
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Thursday, September 19, 2019
how could there be room for error in a determinstic universe?
he was destined to float purposelessly through life like krill in an ocean. suddenly he realised nothing. and grasping it with his bare hands set out to find himself in a rut. he hoped for the best. to die within his sleep.
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Wednesday, September 18, 2019
can't you hear them coming?
for thousands upon thousands of generations the indigenous people of australia lived a symbiotic existence saturated with dance, song, music, ceremony, community and self-sufficiency. basically all the things that the west now lacks and seeks to destroy in the other.
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Tuesday, September 17, 2019
weavers' field
the knife needs a little sharpening a little oil and a little use. get a solid stainless steel ring around that eyelet and introduce a blade to the chain arsenal. the tied to your clothing approach. sew yourself into my life.
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Monday, September 16, 2019
but what comes after the next after the next
the romance keeps notching up the gears in strict concordance. i stopped listening for a while to the beat of the drum. i love you, but you don't love me. and then sometime somewhere something changed and i was elsewhere in the head carrying on a process as if that decision could never be reversed. nonsense. screws tightened. you could no longer pass over in silence the beating drum. do you hear it as well? it is a monday evening so sure why not blast away while their is still the shine of the weekend in our smiles. this is our weekend babes.
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Friday, September 13, 2019
skoro domoi
it is another one of those days running with the lunacy of the fuckwits out making excuses for the proclivities they need to get their existential rocks off for the self justification just does nothing for their egos and insanity looks ugly to them who do not see the razor wire in the open air prison so long as they keep lactating and never learn to milk themselves then the fat keep getting fatter
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Thursday, September 12, 2019
journalism / entertainment / academic / legal / technical / esoteric
the other night, i think it was monday, i was sitting still with eyes closed watching thoughts float by and there was a persistent tapping. greta garbo at the typewriter knocking out the new literature.
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Wednesday, September 11, 2019
i am an earthling but not a good one
the language is being worked upon by all of us all of the time. here is fluid. a mish mash of private language it is a wonder we understand anything at all.
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Tuesday, September 10, 2019
employ
i rally the recognition seeking animal in perfectionist pursuit but here come the lies. a job done with care and precision warrants a rant and a rave over time and cost. i bury my head in my work. i feel so far from the abstract frustration of ideologues. i am a romantic and i have no ideology. i love. love to love. love to be loved.
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Monday, September 09, 2019
the money carrot rots
today is trending the blame game never my fault always someone else's i had it smashed into me from a very young age and i am never rid of it so fitting in comes easy but it is not comfortable unlike a cave and a patch of carrots and an apple tree don't sit underneath the apple tree with anyone else but me
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Friday, September 06, 2019
kiss me you're beautiful
the western model for success is eating itself. the cast of characters have turned ugly and the script has been twisted and mangled so many times it is mostly unrecognisable. the zombies are improvising. this could be a fight.
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Thursday, September 05, 2019
you're a big girl now
it need not be such a hard slogging away, instead a light and frivolous affair within which we can warble. you have a chess approach to life in the sense that it is not what you have but where it is. shall we change positions? bob told me there is no sense in changing horses in midstream.
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Wednesday, September 04, 2019
the house as organism
attend to your organisms before they give life up completely. heal what needs healing. feed the hungry. water the thirsty. the audience visits and the players linger longer. some die in the kitchen, some in the basement, but most in bed. the organism finally consumes them and new parasitic players perform the same tricks in another guise. the front row nurtures apple trees. a cigarette and wine or pancakes and a pot of tea? who wrote these lines?
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Tuesday, September 03, 2019
some unfortunate souls wrote poetry in those clickity clackity trains to the gas chamber
i feel the force of necessity behind these fingers. you got under them and felt that too.
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Monday, September 02, 2019