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Sunday, October 17th, 2010

Subject:breathe; then work diligently
Time:12:00 am.
In point of fact. i like that phrase.

In point of fact, I am the one who needs to man up.
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Thursday, April 29th, 2010

Subject:hominy is scrutiny
Time:4:29 am.
I'm *not* the passenger, but i ride
and I ride and I ride la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la la-la
All of it was made for you and me
cause it just belongs to you and me
So lets take a ride and see whats mines,
also some more la's and i want to learn to drive a stick!
dun be nastardo.
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Saturday, March 28th, 2009

Subject:water balloons?
Time:10:47 pm.
So, i want to plan a water balloon/bbq/come see my cafe thinget. I am thinking ahead as I want it to be warm enough outside for it not to be a sopping wet, cold and shivering/omg your cafe is in a hockey rink/wtf were you thinking party. also i miss my peeps. that's the contents of my head at the moment, so yes save the date which i will send to you through telekinetic means as soon as i figure it out.

to be continued ellipse . (-.)
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Sunday, March 23rd, 2008

Subject:Circumbendibus
Time:2:05 am.
I think you missed the vein
instead it’s a nick
like the flick of your tongue
I'm bored with the sword

my tongue swollen with contentions of mediocrity and consternation
quite possibly earns you an ovation or an ovulation
I haven't decided which

trickle, trickle, trickle, trick
a sophism creating a schism between the trick and the treat
or maybe it was the treat then the trick
I never was one for sweets anyway

curious of the imperious
when mutual becomes one
and covenants fall to the floor like damp robes

the shadow of bemusement
sideshow circus attraction
step right up
I’ll show you something you shouldn’t see

O wait, was that your line?

no really i'm fine, just
verloren in der Übersetzung
ironic to bits
bits and fragments
lisps and tantrics

distractions like contractions
are like Swan songs for you
and an inquisition of your decision
only brings mundane notes to my mus.e.ic

feeding patience with prowess
leaves my eyes open and mouth shut
and I prefer the inverse
but to reverse and coerce would leave me dry

Eskimo.
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Wednesday, January 16th, 2008

Subject:errrrmphh
Time:5:02 am.
if it was or else
then would
would be right.

i'll write to your front
fronting your back
back to the setting of justly
when being sly was couth
and being was just enough

with the who when why
and the repetition that breathes life
and old age and time

time to get to the mud
the mud of spring
wallowing in warmth and saturation
and worms
the mud of autumn
choking in cold and starvation
and death

lately the mud in my hair
has become dry
and when i turn my head
little pieces shimmer down
like snow

as i know
and knew
captivation brings emancipation
it doesn't matter who started it

and bingo was his name
o.
and what became of becoming
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Wednesday, August 9th, 2006

Subject:wow it has been 8 months...
Time:10:31 pm.
So Hi.
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Saturday, December 31st, 2005

Subject:auld lang syne
Time:1:23 pm.
deep choices and voices, mistaken for places to rest your hat or lay your heart, i mean head,
sped, i mean speed away to choirs and rising tones and clones of places you once were.
an experience replicated by the inability to let go or grow or show that someone,
i mean something has transpired
and what do you mean?
no. they're not clean - the bluejeans that hang on my hips
and zips that zag down and clutch your thoughts,
i mean clench, clenched thighs holding back sighs and ties and cries,
until the till is full - then the debt is paid
and there is nothing left to abade or shade
or even wonder
if you could or would sunder the mediocrity you have placed upon my head -
instead of a crown, predictability is not a weakness but a comfort -
so don't try to invert the glimmer that glows
and shows that it is hardly what i look for in my new days and old ways,
just something that hangs in the balance like a valance or something that drapes and drags
and bleaches out in the light that exudes from the in and out; twist and shout,
something about a girl, with a curl, wasn't she horrid or was that just me feeling sordid;
isn't it hard to tell as the moment swells
and should pass but gets stuck on the clasp of my necklace
in an abyss of lisps
and things wisped or hissed – always missed
and sometimes tissed like a tasket.
like a master of rhythm; filling the schism i have risen and falling is not an option.
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Sunday, November 20th, 2005

Subject:and the beat goes on
Time:11:08 pm.
Tomorrow, Monday the 21st, please join me, Sara*Beth Kevorkian, at my surprise party to my right hand at An Tua Nua (where Ceremony is) starting at 7:30pm for super freaking awesome dining activities; also join us for drinks if you cannot be there for dinner. This extravaganza is to celebrate and accentuate the surprise going away of the bane of my existence which is located on the upper half of my right wrist. Please come eat, drink, and then go to Ceremony, and it will be merry. Thank you indeed. Call if you have any questions/comments. This event is vegan friendly. (617) 905-8666. (Please leave a voice mail if I don't answer.)
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Wednesday, November 9th, 2005

Subject:upcomingness
Time:7:36 pm.
so there are a few things upcoming that i want to try to gather people for. The first being the opening of the art gallery in my condo building. I know i live o so far away but it would be wonderful if any of you could make the trek and pop by. it is the open studio in the area for the weekend of the 19th and the 20th from 10am to 4pm and there are several places to check out, all are free with many different mediums. I will have some items in the gallery and i will also be putting out some appetizers with cards so people will smarten up and get me to cater events. if anyone wants to get teh train up i can try to orchestrate a pick up at the train and i can bring some people back south later on. be there or be square.

the other item on my agenda is going to see the Johnny Cash movie. I just want to make a big fun deal of it may it be with a few or several people, but since growing up my dad got me all obsessed with mr. cash i want to make it a johnny cash themed evening. so anyone who wants, let me know and we can make a planny plan.

in other news, i am having the surgery on my hand finally on the day before thanksgiving. I am fixing to have a going away to the lump on my hand surprise dinner gala. I want to do it on the Sunday or Monday prior to my surgery so i dont go into surgery hung over :<> I was thinking possibly dinner on the monday before thanksgiving and then a trip to casa de ceremony. If anyone is interested in paying tribute to the soon to be banished bane of my existence and having food and drink and merriment please email me or respond here and we can get something going.

indeed.
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Wednesday, September 28th, 2005

Time:2:23 am.
The perplexed opening, which is part of the awakening,
which removes you from the movement; an escape of the halcyon repose.
Having had and knot, having sanded herself down and muddied her hands.
Fingernails nonexistent.
There were just so many things trapped under there.
There were fragments and whole holes under there.
Like life under glass, so solid, so stoic, so uninterrupted.
But eruptions happen and never last but instead get caught like muslin on the branches of the trees
in the mild chill of the damp afternoon, lingering, meandering, digressing.
I suppose you would think this has nothing to do with it?
Well neither did she.
And everything known now is only as accessible
as fruits burgeoning until flush and blush and full of bitter sweetness
that reeks of the stench of times unhad and wishes never granted and seeds never sown,
yet when plucked off the trees in February when nothing is ripe for the taking besides cold beds and warm baths
they resist and desist and insist upon your determination,
searching for your interpretation of how it became and what is was,
but, but,
What is this bedlam? Your elucidating eyes explaining the slaying of my dragon,
but you can’t put out the fire?
Well water doesn’t work that way anymore.
You cannot circumvent those times when indulgence was simply being,
when scents became earthly and galactic at the same time,
when strings were chicken wire and being exalted was a given,
but all of that becomes figmented and fragmented when the rest of the world shows.
But be it as it may lush droves of wrath and simple place settings want not for your ado.
Be still.
The grayscale is fine I think it rather suits me,
amongst the what and the not or possibly the want and the taut.
And grabbing for the going and wondering of the coming to have more going
always makes for mistakes of meaning that is not of lechery but full of con inside the text.
I dreamt I was a time bandit,
stealing bits here and there not enough to create any noticeable inconsistency,
but in the end when it was said and it was done
and all the bits of time were born into one moment of having had when no one else was having or looking,
and I became afflatus against the blue screen,
insert whatever background you feel fit -
and quantifying my quality or qualifying my quantity
makes you no more then a weigh station
with restrictions and papers and all that over extended and analyzed information
that does nothing but make your eyes become slits in the back of my throat.
I used to ask how does your garden grow?
I wanted know, I wanted to know what pieces of parts I was having,
what residue was left by the proleptical glows.
I wanted to know if you were radioactive.
I wanted to cultivate and revel in the fruits of labor.
Labor is not meant to be here.
And as is known wild fruits will always taste better, as is rudimentary knowledge.
and I like things that taste good and I don’t want a maintained garden.
I don’t want stakes to grow upon or scheduled feedings.
There is nothing to covet no mendicate purpose,
so skip the palaver and the treacly antics.
For blessings cannot be counted only skins shed and postures kept.
Momentary spasms are to be expected
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Thursday, September 8th, 2005

Time:2:23 am.
still warm to the touch.
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Monday, August 15th, 2005

Subject:h0ly cr4p!
Time:6:54 pm.
Mood:holy crap holy crap holy cr....
i just walked in from work and there is mysteriously a new flat panel LCD monitor in place of my old 1978 hunk of plastic and doom. holy crap. holy crap. holy crap. damn i need to see what WoW is supposed to look like, see ya'll next year.....
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Thursday, August 4th, 2005

Subject:of the two i choose neither...although i do want a pony
Time:1:27 am.
"if wishes were horses, beggars would ride..."
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Wednesday, July 20th, 2005

Time:7:05 pm.
So,

my day of birth is on Saturday....

So,

after the Manray mourning period/sweaty drunk dancing i will be planning some sort of celebration in the next month or so.

So,

i was thinking roller skates, four wheels not in a row kind.

So,

would anyone come to that?

otherwise we will just have a crazy go nutz party thing or something. i think everyone should wear rollerskates anyway...
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Monday, July 11th, 2005

Subject:if any.
Time:10:21 pm.
and with the backlashing front-taking, back-bending, mending, sending imagery, taut against my skin, begin, making things not there appear in the past of the last of the time when then and them and the here amid the ghost of who and what you wanted to be red-eyed glazed against the abundant taunting of the overlooked broad stroke of what you are telling me the chaotic crazy, lazy haphazard tone of the other line put it behind the tick-tock age. aging gracefully falling hard, down upon the base of the lace of what i was not wearing. and the same gain is what you have lost and it was a toss but it didn't have to be. flee away to the place where you want the digits and the misfires and the squires and don't even try it. not now not then and you don't even know and this won't be the time or the place for your taste.
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Tuesday, May 31st, 2005

Subject:Don't be a Menace to South Central while drinking your juice in the hood.....
Time:1:27 am.
now is the time for the chorus; or the refrain if you will (insert subtext here)
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Thursday, May 26th, 2005

Time:8:21 pm.
look. i know. with the slow and the fast and the ever wanting, taunting, stalking, beating of my heart. i know with the glow brings a dark and sometimes a dim but never a pale portrait of self or dust on the shelf before the end to the beginning - sometimes i'm winning and other times my thighs ache from bo.u.nds broke and someone spoke and i looked up and your eyes like lies entered into my wrath and we spoke until we spat and fought till tooth and nail became inner lips and super slicks and nothing no nothing that i know. crumpets and tea like steganography outstretched across the horizon like little puffy clouds torn apart by the start of looking and knowing and glowing until showing becomes hiding and on with the seeking the peeking I think something is leaking or creaking like the morning against the dawn of the ever quiet noise like an army of wind up toys running across the floor

but dear little girl you shouldn’t look down to the ground it will swallow you whole; pigtails and all, make no sound and lay quiet
no,
no whispers here
or breathing or breaking or forsaking. But be careful with switching tenses time to ...lay ...lie
o.
the contrast of the past next to the swing set and corsets and the cheap lipstick, slapstick, stark raving comedy, anomaly finally the finale in the valley like a chasm deep and dark and sweet and light watch out they bite and the pulse of the ground when you don’t make a sound and I have been crowned weakens the look and the know.
it must be spring time.
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Monday, January 31st, 2005

Subject:as if a cardboard box wasn't good enough
Time:12:34 pm.
so it is here duly noted and officially signed (about 300 pages)

i am now for the first time a home owner.

let's break out the mad dog and do it up yo.

it took one hour and forty-two minutes to sign everything.

and i don't think my brain gets it yet.

onward.
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Thursday, January 20th, 2005

Subject:gah
Time:7:40 am.
Mood:evidently not asleep.
gah i say.





that i suppose will be all for now.
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Friday, January 14th, 2005

Time:6:49 am.
sometimes i think i will sleep away and wake up and be something else somewhere else kind of like taking a long flight and everything will be new again and exciting and fresh. other times i realize that is exactly the experience i am about to go through in life and that makes me sleepy and scared and want to go back home and curl up on my couch with my old blanket and just look out the window at the images i know so well.

as a side note: the place i have worked at for over 7 years has been sold and will close this Sunday. if anyone wants to make a last ditch effort to see it that would be cool, i am bartending Sunday. we may also have a big party there at the end of the month, but space is highly limited so if anyone does want to see what i have been doing with the last 7 years of my life let me know.

an aside to the aside: the day that the new owners are closing on the beachcomber is the same day that i am closing on my new condo. So i am losing my home of 7 years and also my second home of over 7 years. this is what i have wanted for so long, but i still can't stop crying.

i suppose change is always a bittersweet thing, i guess i have always known that, i guess i just never accepted it.

they do say, we change every seven years, i guess i am on schedule.
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