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Friday, January 31, 2020
you sit abreast that massified ego crushing skulls beneath
interest in exciting the other and interest in the child learning mechanisms are co-habitable. sometimes to terrifying results. i know some who claim that one excludes the other. however, they are ready to concede that may only be on a case to case basis. craigy says that what the parent needs to say will be obvious enough without the careful craftings of the massified ego that sits down to determine in detail what will and won't necessarily be best. but where the line of radical separation craigy? this is the flesh of the world we are in. do you still think there is some well defined line out there, a so called edge of the universe, where nothing ends and everything begins?
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Thursday, January 30, 2020
one more time i love you
we have the alien landscapes in arnhem land. there is a jolt to the abdomen. nervous energy. i do not have any time. i take a stroll down soon to be memory lane trying to take in more than just the mundane sense data. impossible to forget how you hold my hand. but i want to hold this feeling. impossible- i already feel something else. reports from the brain are starting to trickle to the mouth. i can hear my voice, but i do not understand.
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Wednesday, January 29, 2020
can you pin creation down before you have commenced experimentation?
i find it easier to play the psycho when you are around ready to hustle. we get into a jostle at the market weaving to the schumann carnival still playing in our inner ear. having consumed our supplies of mexican sativa, red ale k, morrocan brown and single malt we are searching for something palatable. desirable. derailable.
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Tuesday, January 28, 2020
there you stand with your l.a tan
sometimes I almost escape into the future or the past, because there is all at once too much to take in the present. we are so desperate to live in all this immediate junk. quickly, check your phone. an update. a message. a patch. a comment. an up is the new down vote. have you read the latest? our democracy is funnier than yours. that's not funny, that's scary. it is a suicide tendential.
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Monday, January 27, 2020
7 billion on the planet and i must live with you all
eventually the animosity displays within the group. the vast amount of time i spend at home working on projects greatly limits the alone home time of the others. that is the underlying condition of group living. cheaper rent at the cost of personal space. it does not seem fair to the other that i can spend so much time at home and the others must go out to earn their bread. bless their hearts. for they try to understand, but keep butting their heads against obstructions of their own conceptual making. i would not at all be troubled if you all spent more time at home. in fact i think it would be lovely if we all spent all our time here together. we could build something together and call it community. i can see the hate in their eyes, just because i am beautiful.
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Friday, January 24, 2020
still hopeful that something can be scraped out of the husk of western civilization
south east asia is where the london bound take their time out of the monster of western decadence. having all the best of everything at all times has an unbearable pressure building up over time. always carrying a bag of tricks to get the dosh to support the refined addictions. the only thing that can distract the mind from such muchness is a tropical island in the dry season with a mojito bar and absolutely nothing to do. just take the electricity away and the londoner is as helpless as a newborn.
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Thursday, January 23, 2020
dya rekkin
sit within the music and recall the memories up out of the pot. boil up red kuri squash and sweet potato in a couple of inches of water with salt, pepper, garlic and rosemary sprigs. steep carrot leaves in water and use this to top up as required. add cream or chilli or more salt and pepper as desired.
i think this is the best soup i have ever made. what do you reckon?
i reckon you are on your way.
you already have it.
i know.
then what are you worried about?
i have nothing to lose craigee.
what is the worst that could happen sammy?
hmm.
that sounds great.
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i think this is the best soup i have ever made. what do you reckon?
i reckon you are on your way.
you already have it.
i know.
then what are you worried about?
i have nothing to lose craigee.
what is the worst that could happen sammy?
hmm.
that sounds great.
Wednesday, January 22, 2020
given that self determination is a possibility
is this wayward commitment to the continuing opus enough? enough for itself? i am in the attic conversing with the birds and the squirrels as they cross from tree to tree. is it enough to search for seed and nuts? enough for life? once the belly is full and the body is rested there is only time and space for reproduction. and then over population followed by pestilence and cannibalism. even if the universe is constantly expanding earth is not. so, even if we all hold hands and chant the same song and breath the same breath and take responsibility for our destiny together, what do we do with ourselves?
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Tuesday, January 21, 2020
inject homemade sense into the system
on the side walk one struggles with another for recognition. both want it from the other. neither want to give it too freely. a system of worth, a value tree if you will, is built partially upon the giving out of recognition. if i don't bother then they don't. however the assumption is incorrect. even a fleeting glance of incomprehension has its tinge of recognition all over.
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Monday, January 20, 2020
undesirable
the sound of children at play disguises this machine tapping away. what went wrong when the sounds of happy children invoke complaints and legal process? show me community- throw it at me! i prefer the schoolyard out back to the busy street out front. but i don't go around saying that too loud. i would be locked up for something like that.
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Friday, January 17, 2020
crack codes tinker pans criss-cross paths
this machine is the sexiest thing i have fingered all day.
what?!? not me?!? you never finger me.
i have.
not today.
no, not today.
not for a while.
delicate princess.
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what?!? not me?!? you never finger me.
i have.
not today.
no, not today.
not for a while.
delicate princess.
Thursday, January 16, 2020
there is no turning back having passed the fallen baby at the bottom of a flight of steps
i sit by the window watching the world passing me by. i write my own newspapers, because i take the time. i find it easier to believe the phenomenon. words need to work harder. even then they do not make me believe in a state, but convince me of an interpretation. steps are hard against pavement. put another skin between skin: leather, wool, cotton, lanolin, oil and ester. i break the glass and the wind passes through my loins.
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Wednesday, January 15, 2020
happiness is for children
own the interruption. become the interruption. document the interruption. writing as interruption- there are not any skills we do not need. we have done this much. we recognize the failures and we learn from these mistakes. we live on dust and rust and supermarket coupons.
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Tuesday, January 14, 2020
thomas moore and more
here on the balcony, the portal to the zombie marshlands of western utopia, facing the wrong way can bring about a wasting of a day. watch the londoner, the embodiment of our twentieth century achievement, shit, spit, sleep and spend in minute detail. paris came close, new york is still crowning, but only london is eating itself.
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Monday, January 13, 2020
take a break from breathing
growing up on concrete one only learns verbal backflips. watching these children from the balcony inspires a bottle of hard liquor and letters addressed to my great-grandchildren. the distractions lie in wait around every corner ready to snaffle up the unweary mind, the undisciplined mind, the uninspired. all those loose ends are waiting to be tied up and knotted into a fuckstorm.
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Friday, January 10, 2020
to stretch out with the shirt off
sounds as though you have made your nest into a pleasure chest that now inevitably spills out of the picnic basket and into the world. here come the ants. there is the mobile attack squadron leader. they undress the pralines and suck out the nougat.
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Thursday, January 09, 2020
music creates a dream of what is lived towards by living within
there are now more machines than ideas to entertain them. all of these red taped heads are hollow. they all carry the slouch of the career slave. the work life over balance. the machines tell me to taper my passions to the market and let the dollar be my inspiration. i am just not wired that way. i find something in something much more...primordial.
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Wednesday, January 08, 2020
the fence stands erect as we houses all stare blank
so the typewriters are like an aesthetic thing.
they are more percussive instruments than meaning merchants.
just use an iPhone bro. there's a drum app. duh, it's called technology.
read more Heidegger.
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they are more percussive instruments than meaning merchants.
just use an iPhone bro. there's a drum app. duh, it's called technology.
read more Heidegger.
Tuesday, January 07, 2020
the verse builds to climax
a gushing period i find myself in. the mystery tin provides. the cracks between the floorboards provide. max's generosity comes sailing down the river lee loaded with provisions. with fourteen new typewriters to play with i am so excited i do not care how it makes me out to be a child frolicking with new toys. the post office dead line is always approaching as fast as it recedes. the writing comes out on demand.
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Monday, January 06, 2020
how do you retain identity without stealing someone else's?
After market day you said, let's go to the gap. A view for miles. Then I remember we had a joint. And I got that shakey feeling again. That cold just before inhaling sends a shiver down my spine. I feel myself losing control over my body. But then I never really had control. I remember we sat there until it became dark and then you pulled a head lamp out of your pocket. You didn't turn it on until we wanted to leave. You wanted so badly to talk, but you could not in front of me.
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Friday, January 03, 2020
Thursday, January 02, 2020
and digitalisation has its drawbacks
the audience arrives delving into the screen for whatever can be distracted. they search for a painkiller. the masses want their opiate. remove as much as you can there is always going to be a niggle of existence left under the skin. consumer extracts relief and the provider extracts consent. nothing new to realise one can extract relief and consent from oneself. this is a conflation of lord and bondsman in 2020. dear Hegel, we have not left you behind.
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Wednesday, January 01, 2020
tell a story
the brain has nothing to say. the concept of the mind as the site and centre for thinking is a fiction. thinking is without centre in all sites.
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