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Friday, November 29, 2019
what kind of animal stabs in packs?
how right you were when you said that they don't want any more mouths to feed or workers to bargain down the wages over here. the poor bastards are just too covert in their telling over others to get the fuck off their land. well they have gone and done it in their own roundabout pleasantry of a british democracy. out with you lot said in all the passive aggression of social etiquette.
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Thursday, November 28, 2019
when a thought arrives and demands a trajectory all of its own respond to the intensity
the strength of writing is the realised multiplicity. when i write not only can i simultaneously cycle off in two directions, but also have two rides in the same direction. on paper i have both caught and missed the connecting flight. writing is a schizophrenia that makes not knowing where i am going at all bearable.
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Wednesday, November 27, 2019
Tuesday, November 26, 2019
guess what
Sammy asked Lauren about getting a group together. She knows a guy and we can all get together once a week to get excited about doing something somewhere.
And class today was really well structured. It was like doing your times tables again. Back to basics. Good ol' fashioned teacher. And when we finish the class we finish. No fidgeting. I am going to make a fruit salad if you want one.
And thus I am lured out of the cave and thrown into the world of mice and menstruation where storytelling runs freely around trying to turn each moment into ecstasy. When we have eaten the fruit we nibble on an assortment of nuts.
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And class today was really well structured. It was like doing your times tables again. Back to basics. Good ol' fashioned teacher. And when we finish the class we finish. No fidgeting. I am going to make a fruit salad if you want one.
And thus I am lured out of the cave and thrown into the world of mice and menstruation where storytelling runs freely around trying to turn each moment into ecstasy. When we have eaten the fruit we nibble on an assortment of nuts.
Monday, November 25, 2019
Friday, November 22, 2019
a live response to beckett's endgame
make the diary desirable. don't change all the elements at once. try instead modifying one element at a time. allow a little time for feedback. at least try that at first. if nothing, then all at once. the being-in-the-world is mutating constantly. is hamm joyce or is that already too much?
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Thursday, November 21, 2019
that's a bit much / porco troppo
sammy wants me to get some of my writing out into the world owing to some gift not to be held onto in a selfish act. is this not enough in the world for you? i find it hard to hold back the smirky smart arse from leaping out of the corner and dancing a jig.
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Wednesday, November 20, 2019
reinvention
the city gives me a lost sensation. disoriented. i don't know where i am. reset the dial and start from scratch. find self. wander the streets hungry cold neurotic and penniless.
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Tuesday, November 19, 2019
creamy middle class finger
this morning's porridge provides respite from the stomach that knows nothing of the stillness and emptiness prescribed to the meditating brain. a full stomach and an empty brain has become a trendy prognosis for the modern syndrome. we are told not to value anything in a disposable age and we cast out our spiritual selves. that little part of us that is forever.
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Monday, November 18, 2019
circumspect
slow down the stereotypes. the genres may well be solid enough not to be too novel to be feared, but stereotypes have a hook of truth that makes them more dangerous than lies.
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Friday, November 15, 2019
the city is a battery farm / proximity is heat
i look into the mirror and the face behind the face sends a shiver down my spine
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Thursday, November 14, 2019
must we necesserily be connected with the thought of our time?
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there is no outside, but there is a beneath. there are those working
together beneath the capital mechanism; the geezers down the lane
growing their own. there are cracks into the tactics of the underneath.
the spiritual class talk with the ideas that govern the flock. the flock
undertakes the vast array of jobs needed for a community to continue at
all. the west has grown so complacent that it squanders its spiritual
class and replaces it with a false sense of necessity.
Wednesday, November 13, 2019
ticks every box / spełniała wszystkie kryteria
give me something, anything, so long as the silence is covered and i am distracted by nothing useful. feed me my lines i will throw you back a performance. the world is a stage for war; always a battle for territory. we all have it in us. some let it out. from some of us it breaks out.
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Tuesday, November 12, 2019
tv feeds the turnstile of lifestyle
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if we accept the old adages we can simply get on with a productive day
and look forward to another tomorrow. if we instead question them and
push hard against them until we meet something pushing hard back against
us then we have added meaning to production. what if there is nothing
pushing back and we find ourselves in free fall?
Monday, November 11, 2019
menagery psychosis undergarment
existence is a veil of tears mutters the grocer as he lowers onions onto the scales. i hardly want to ask him for a bag of spinach, but i splutter it out none the less. i milk myself with a typewriter dangling off each nipple, i tell him, a little splashes over there a little over here and the pages keep coming out, but they taste sour.
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Friday, November 08, 2019
the slow grind is at least three quarters the romance
the entertainment dollar is sewn well up, dear laggards. just forget all about it. there is nothing left to feast upon. it was always a very lean carcass and now a grey stain is all that is left of it upon the wasteland.
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Thursday, November 07, 2019
the autonomy of the individual is smothered in community
i am here hating it, hiding out in my imagination. self deluding. i have nothing to be proud of sitting within a lucidity that has nothing to do with you, but should have everything to do with you.
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Wednesday, November 06, 2019
to be remembered you have to be forgotten first
thoughts empty themselves upon me in succession. whatever am i supposed to do? here i go again down the decision lane that splits off the spine in many directions. it takes a lot of guts and a little vision to act on a decision. from very close each act takes on an overwhelming sense of importance and then from a great distance each act is sucked up in the ever expanding universe. i flicker back and forth and rest a while in the middle and all the while respiration happens.
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Tuesday, November 05, 2019
come inside / more water
ok girls, one minute and you are coming in. ok half a minute more and we are going inside. ok, time to go in. go in please. two. line up girls. four. go line up. line up girls. go line up. go. inside. go. just go. ok give me the ball. inside. go inside please.
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Monday, November 04, 2019
Friday, November 01, 2019
in the end the effects of tobacco does me in
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some people make smoking a cigarette appealing. i have always thought that when you smoke that you make it look appealing.