tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41574760170643065802012-01-19T14:49:20.278-07:00----------------------------------------------<br> Everything is circles<br> Life is short and then you die<br> 1 + 1 = 1<br> Death is long and then you're born<br> Everything is circles<br> ----------------------------------------------J. W. Wargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11385818689142505523noreply@blogger.comBlogger1311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157476017064306580.post-19311519102465148382011-09-20T19:04:00.005-06:002011-09-20T19:15:29.396-06:00

If I had a sign telling meThat time was killing meI could, I couldIf I had a way to BellinghamThen I would say I'm Smelling SamI could, don't you know that I couldI could be everythingGoing everywhereBut I could be nothingStanding with no oneIf I had a bird speak to meWith one word to set me freeI could, I couldIf I had a song to sing to youIt'd be wrong to feel so blueI could, don't you know

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Id Says:Ooo, do me between my cushions you big reclining stud!The carnival is coming to town and everyone is raring to vomit with applause at all the fucking furniture. Furniture which fucks, that is. Latest from the rumor tent has it that they got a brand new trainer and bona fide furniture whisperer, too. Hot damn!Gary isn't your run-of-the-mill looking inanimal trainer. After a run in with a

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(NOTE: In the spirit of Muscle Memory's body swapping theme, the parts of my brain have all switched their usual roles for this review.) Ego Says:This book spoke to me.As the most important aspect of the brain, I am the keeper of identity. Steve Lowe's handling of identity in this story made quite an impression on me. The premise alone, that of a husband who awakes one morning to find himself

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(NOTE: All parentheticals in this review were added by the reviewer's Ego for its own personal enjoyment/entertainment and do not reflect the views and opinions of the book or its author. The Ego does hope that the author's husband appreciates the joke. Okay, enough with this insidery bullshit. On to the review!) Id Says:MOTHERFUCKINRRROOOOOWWWWWRRRRRRRRMOTHERFUCKAZ!!! Look out, monks! Here

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Id Says:As Roofi, the less successful, younger cousin to that famous children's singer, asked in his only hit song: "Squeal, squeal, pink kid, have you flesh for me?"I'm pretty sure he's talking about cannibalism, right? Well, when that bugger(er) gets out of prison, he'll be ecstatic to discover the latest and greatest food cultivation technique ever devised in the history of eating!I wasn't

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(NOTE: As I am now in the middle of a street performance tour, I have to take a hiatus on the NBAS songs I'm composing for the reviews.)Id Says:Holy dildo, Cat-Man! Violating orifices has never been this much fun.As a returns clerk, Felix is used to getting anally raped by his bosses at work. Each molestation a friendly reminder that he's one of the lucky ones. He's employed. He may not be

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Id Says:I feel like I just spun around and fucked myself in the ass. I wonder if this is what passing an egg feels like? Manny could tell you. He's pretty sure the one he woke up to in bed, the one between his legs, came out of him. Most people would have themselves a fat fucking omelette and forget about it, but Manny, feeling a strange attachment to the shelled something, decides to care for

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(Hiya! Remember those four Bizarro reviews I did last year? Well, Eraserhead Press has released seven more this year and I've decided to review them all too. Same old shtick: plot, characters and style/theme are reviewed by my Id, Ego and Super-Ego respectively. To add to the fun this year, I am writing a song for each book using only a Yamaha PSR-6 keyboard recorded directly into my laptop

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Right what comes. Write what cums. What cums right? Cum write what?Now I'm talking to the bassist. Hey bassist:Dum-do-do-do-Dum-da-da-da-Bom-Bum!Now I'm talking to the keyboardist. Hey keyboardist:Deet-deetily-deet, Deet-deetily-doot, Deet-deetily-deety-deet-doot!Now I'm not talking to the guitarist.---:(---Hey drummist!:Oonce.Is that all you have to say?"You're so hyper-hip, all you have to do

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Oh man, what the fuck. this is too much I can't keep up with this shit... Oh but then it returns to a less terrifying sound. I can hear you much better now."What are you thinking, about?"Uh. Well I'm inclined to say nothing but wha."?"It's this new way that leaves me thirsty. Direct hit straight to the chest sometimes.For a moment, it's nice background noise."This is too, 'word period' style for

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You play your choices like Constructed Attachments.Each kiss is an assurance of another one to come.Fake/False/Forced Pain pours salt on our wound.Vengeful retribution? Vogue reprimanding.Give me a break. You got a stunt cock attitude and the train is leaving.

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Sad Salamander scurried up to Walter the Mouse's abode at the top of a raindrop tree."They're after me again, Walter. I had no where else to go."Walter understood. He let him in."I was cornered yesterday, she wouldn't take no for an answer. And then last night, Walter, god, last night!"Sad anxiously paced the ceiling back and forth."I dreamed about Cheddar again. Oh, how could I! I killed her."

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Gangrenously Insipid. Steering up and out, down and all around. It spills like milked tears.I have this penchant for clenching more.Instilled Genetically. Pursed pockets lined with holy lint. Down the rabbit and up the skirt!I've had too much to think tonight and need to be 86'd from this idea.

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In those precious few moments between orgasm and desire for the next orgasm one thinks like a head through a glass window. Yes, it hurts, and the glass shard skin scars left behind bleed regret for a lifetime, but the air is freeing. The open space it creates necessary. Every breath after becomes a lover that knows when it's time to leave.I suppose that all the greatest thinkers throughout

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Reacting to positive contact elicits it, yes, but only in times of great distress will the cat force its purring. The question then is does the animal purr to comfort itself or is it expressing pleasure in the experience of pain. Is it both? If so, does one assume the animal is not normal and sick in the head? Is our aversion to this "sickness" merely a justified denial at the sight of what could

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Hi.I'm leaving today. In about an hour. Back on the road, thumbing it to New York City then hopping on a plane destined for Europe.I'll be back in September. I'll see you again.It'll be nice to disconnect for a moment. No phone, no computer, just me and the rest of the world. A chance to feel that certain kind of freedom again, the one where you wake up every morning having no idea where you'll

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Id says:Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight: The book starts with a Realtor trying to sell a house with one fucked up basement, then it introduces a guy whose son is acting French. Okay following you so far.Now it's killer dishwashers and positive reassurances for kidnappers, weird sperm donor children and American terrorists. What happened to the French kid?Halfway through the book I'm

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Id says:3, 2, 1... BLAST OFF!!! Oh shit me straight to hell, the Invaders are coming! Look out, fairy tale creatures, 898 has left his Inpire Inc. piggy bank homeworld and has one and only one thing on his bulbous mind: Conquest.No amount of cold hard cash growing on your crystalline trees is going to stop this fucker and his Doomshooter as it melts faces off fauns and shoots grenades into

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i wanna write whatevas in myhead. but not much comes out anymore save for the effortless patterned and programmed responses we all learn to live with. the sadness hangs so low i got american idol contestants telling me to get it up, hey. it swirls a lot faster in my head than it did just 4 years ago. is this rate of thinking exponential? does it slow down? slow enough to make me wish for the time

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A boy sat by the sea playing guitar. A mermaid swam up to him and asked if he was really playing the instrument. The boy nodded his head, entranced by her beauty. "Cool," she kissed him, "You keep strumming and I'll keep swimming." The boy was in love. He jumped into the sea after her. The mermaid, impressed, asked him to join her in a swim across the sea. They swam for many weeks, but eventually

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I had two dreams last night vivid enough to stay with me this morning.1. I am in my parents backyard searching for mushrooms with Hunter S. Thompson. We build a nice stockpile very quickly, but it begins to rain and the ground turns to mud so we enjoy the day by taking mushroom soaked mud baths.2. I am at work but everything looks different. I'm working with an older Eastern European woman

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I heard her again a couple nights ago, that Ghost of a Young Woman living in my attic. I had entered the room, preparing for sleep, when I heard a soft whimper come from out of nowhere.I recognized what she was doing immediately. She was masturbating. Out of respect for her kindness in letting me stay in that room, I walked downstairs and read for a few minutes, allowing her time to

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Special Introduction by Cat-Man LawyerGreeting, citizens!It is I, your humble feline-human attorney, Cat-Man Lawyer. Recently, my official biographer, J. W. Wargo, recommended a book he was planning on reviewing by our mutual author friend, Kevin Shamel. I must confess I am not much of a book reader, especially of the Bizarro type (I'm not into all that "weird" stuff), but Mr. Wargo has a

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Circumstances prevail.I have to leave. I love you, but I have to leave.New York City is calling me back. I have to continue fighting this.They still think I'm dead. I'll show them how much noise this corpse can make.My love, fare thee well,JWWFebruary 25th, 2010

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Fuck!Fuckity Fuck fuck.Fuuuuuuuuuck.Faw-uhhhhhhhhh-ka.Fooking Fricking Facking Phucking Fucking!Torn asunder. Down under. Plundered, bewildered. Betwixt my being and the bee wild herd. Fallen, all in one day: Sunday. I grasp my stash of cash and gnash my molar, colder weather it smothers. 1's mother's sweater is better. never wetter. Insteader a dead matter, mad hatter dance a trance and pounce

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He sleeps in the desert but he lives in the seaLives in the seaYou know the sea lives in himHe eats pine cones he doesn't cone pinesDoesn't cone pinesThe pines are inside a jarHe works in a clock and makes the time move onTime move onHe's still an hour behindThe best part about him is he's going to dieGoing to dieBeen dead a very long time

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(Note: This is the first of four book reviews covering the recently released NBAS (New Bizarro Author Series) novellas by Eraserhead Press. I do not like writing book reviews. I have never read a book I could not appreciate but expected everyone else to appreciate as well. I believe fiction writing to be an art and as such should never be judged or critiqued. Unfortunately, this belief doesn't

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To the EastsideTo the WestsideTo the SouthsideTo the NorthsideTo the EastsiTo the WestsiTo the SouthsiTo the NorthsiTo the EastsTo the WestsTo the SouthsTo the NorthsTo the EaTo the WeTo the SoTo the NoTo the ETo the WTo the STo the NTo theTo theTo theTo theToToToToTTTTtttt....

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The people were always given two choices. One was faith in feeling, the other faith in instruments.As long as I can remember, the two sides were constantly bickering with each other. Upon completion of my larval stage, I was brought before the city council and told to choose a side. For the most part, I had more often stuck my faith in feeling growing up, so I chose that side.I honored my sacred

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The people were always given two choices. One was faith in instruments, the other faith in feeling.As long as I can remember, the two sides were constantly bickering with each other. Upon completion of my larval stage, I was brought before the city council and told to choose a side. For the most part, I had more often stuck my faith in instruments growing up, so I chose that side.I performed my

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Here, try this.What is it?It's new, called Antithesis. My dealer said there's nothing like it on the market, totally unique party drug. You take this, and you will experience the night backwards.Really? Okay, I'm game._---/"*^*"\---_(Step into the party...)Aw, fuck! My head is pounding, I shouldn't have had that 3rd tequila shot.(Disrupt the whole scene...)Two crispy shelled tacos and an orange

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Low light, air of stare, talk chalk and dust offPitted, against flow, musk lust and trustCramped phalanges, glossy teethNeat5 feet and 6 inches 3 quartersSpecial ordered causing disorderAny sphere thought, embracingWhat's a little green between?I can't, I won't, I shouldn't... i did

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The best thing about my job: no fucking name tags."Greetings, I am Subway Sandwich Server Drone #666, what can I get for you *glitch* get for you *glitch* get for you..."

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Come on, everybody! Let's hump till we drop!......!Huh? What, It's not called that? It's... It's what?! Oh shit, my bad..........Okay, okay. I'll let the turkey go... SheesH!===Strange mojo persists.At work today, a woman came in and ordered a sandwich. I completed building it and met her at the cash register. I told her the price and noticed tears streaming down her face."Are you alright?""

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FOUND: One black comb and one black lace bra in the alleyway between Wells Fargo and an apartment building on Couch Street. If you have lost a black comb you can retrieve it in the alleyway.

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That ghost of a young woman visited me again in my attic last night. This time she attached what felt like the doctor end of a stethoscope to my sides, to my ribcage, and took something from me. I was on my stomach and as soon as I felt the pinch I flipped over onto my back, opening my eyes to face her.But she was gone.I don't know what she took, but I would gladly give her all she needs... if

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Had a major setback occur during day 2 of my 3-day writing marathon. After much furious typing of keys, my computer decided to lock up and force a reboot BEFORE I had a chance to save. I lost nearly 3 chapters of material just like that. I was ready to give up, having gotten little sleep in the previous 36 hours and my posterior sore from sitting on it all weekend, but I persevered. Got myself

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I wrote until my eyelids refused to open anymore last night.I had a pseudo-dream while in one of those oft experienced transitional phases from sleep to awake that felt so real I was afraid to fall back asleep this time. I was roused by the feeling of someone walking on my bed, stepping over me.And a voice, I will never forget that voice. I was too scared to open my eyes but I didn't need to.

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Uh huh. It's true. Absolutely. Positively. Yes, sir/ma'am.When my minds tries to tell me all the things I should be doing, I remind it about suicide. That usually shuts it up.Fuckin' B! (I never do well enough to get a Fuckin' A...)The Falloween can be read with or without eyeballs:Something.

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Forthwritely, intycing the murth and gaietee in dallups as wallettes and afterburth of maedae varietees intirely suc(cuc)cumb(er)ing to endor plumming req-why-ur an allmos sickinning fencepose qwickening.Tapioca gearshifts spear cliffs and wrap the okra. HAAHAHAHAHAHAH.wood you didn't needy nerdy mackin' flirty.obstruction objectiondejected destructionfluctuation fluoridationmenstruation

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#1015195168------------------Super glue a dollar to the sidewalk, sit back, light a joint and watch the frustration unfold.

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"You're lying down early tonight."Hm? Oh, yes. I'm not feeling very well and need to rest."Seems reasonable. Any plans tomorrow?"After much internal debate, I've decided to go get my cell phone reactivated."Debate?"Over whether or not I really need one. A phone will allow my latest employer to get a hold of me 24/7 in case a shift becomes available, and I need the extra hours right now, but

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Shocked awake like cold steel on bare ass cheeks.There are people who pay for haircuts and then there is me.He didn't recognize the couch, he didn't recognize the room, he didn't recognize the chains fastened to his ankles, and he definitely didn't recognize the saber toothed chihuahua-bot ready to tear him limb from limb if he dared try and escape. No, none of this was good.God must laugh his

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(A flash fiction story: Two Hard Boiled Eggs and a Side of Marihuana)..."I can't believe you just said that," she screamed at him. It really was bad timing on his part, but he was still having trouble understanding how she could get so bent out of shape over it. "I was only sharing a thought with you, that's all. It meant nothing more." But it meant the whole world to her in that moment.Not

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Free Kiss Friday"The first one is always free"RULES1. Kiss must be on the lips2. Kisser must get permission before kissing3. Kissee chooses the type of kiss (open/closed mouth, tongue/no tongue...etc)4. Kiss must last for at least two seconds5. Kisser cannot accept anything in return for the kiss6. Kissee cannot expect anything more but the kiss offered to them

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And you won't forgive me for my laziness, you friggin' cunt turds.I have an assignment due today that's not even half finished. Go figure. Make me a sandwich while you're at it. 'Tis all I feel I've done this week: Make sandwiches. I'd rather be making sandwishes, that would be tons more fun.oodles of poodles in puddles of subtle butter mutter hardtack patty-wack give a dog a comb!Here's the

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It is important that I continue to write something every day, no matter what it is.To be possessed by the demon of words is to cry nightly through your pen. The energy from my mind travels through my arms, out my fingers and onto the keyboard where the symbols are patterned together and ultimately form this paragraph.---The turkey baster, ah yes, the turkey baster! As your turkey slowly cooks,

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The Great Whale Campout was a total disaster.Held in the mountains, everyone who attended shriveled up and died.

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1. Question Authority, then drink water.2. Learn to play an instrument and annoy the hell outta your neighbors daily.3. A penny saved... is worth 1/100th of a waste of time.4. Go on a murdering spree by picking all the flowers in your backyard.5. Carry a pen and write it down!

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Give me a beat.Give me snares so tight the eye of a needle starts to feel like the camel.Give me kicks so distorted the extra grain feeds the homeless.Give me hi-hats so thin they paper cut my eardrums.Give me cymbals that splash like waterfalls, toms that roll like ravers, and a rhythm that never looks back.Give me a fucking beat.

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Sepia Cuttlefish let out another sigh. She squeezed the pineapple in her hand until she was dripping blood."I thought it would remind you of your home country."She grabbed the Jock by his pink panties, pulled them down to his ankles and shoved the fruit grenade deep inside his rectum. The bell rang for third period and she casually walked to her next class: Cubicle Dronery 101.During lunch, she

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A kindred kind of smoke cracked a gray rift in the twilight sky above them. Sepia Cuttlefish glanced around nervously as Adding Shoemaker inhaled deep from the marihuana cigarette they shared underneath "SERGIO", the famous oak tree of Karma Park. "They say that anyone caught committing acts of a criminal nature in this park get their comeuppance more swiftly than any other occupiable location

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Never trust a manSays her brainNever trust a manI'm here to tell youThe solar rains are comingHoly train keeps on truckin'How many nerves are connected to your soul?Which came first, the person or the sin?Never trust a manSays her brainNever trust a manWell I'm just a boyMight never be a manDirt can only wrought so muchWill you love me today and scorn me tomorrow?Does even the quietest thought

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It occurred to me that evening after several hours together sharing secrets and quipping quotes that I had not since the time we began to see one another outside work asked her where she was born. I had overheard Alaska when zeroing in on a nearby conversation, but had failed to confirm this with anyone else.Anchorage, in case anyone is interested.---A revelation:Do you remember what you were

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Coinslot Parade.Ribcage Remorse.Courtesy Bombing.Sampled Heresies.Hidden Plausibility.Cumbersome Socialite.Retrograde Anklet.Velcro Confessions.Rotten Fortitude.---I at once felt (dis)connected. People. Love. It is all a nice distraction until it is over...Then sleep.Oh fuck yeah!!!---"And how did your concern for her manifest itself?" he asked."In a bottle of booze, a joint, a line of coke

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I dropped to my knees. My eyes started to leak."I'm so sorry," was all I could choke out.He choked up a bit of transparent blood and kept repeating, "It's okay. It's okay."I didn't know he had moved. I assumed he was hanging out in his hidden lair more often since he had grown so noticeable. He had actually abandoned his place to move across to the other side of the floor, right behind an old,

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Actions make up an event.Events form into a story.Stories are remembered as a tale.Tales passed down the generations become legend.Legends that transcend civilization melt into myth.Myths are the actions, events, stories, tales and legends that never happened.The tapestry you weave today will slowly be eaten away by moths until only the idea remains.But even the greatest moth of them all must

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What's going on in the world today? Fuck if I know. I don't keep up. I read the headlines occasionally, but if it's not big enough to appear on Wikinews, it gets passed over like unmarked graves. I would like to try keeping up with the local news around this Portland area where I make my home. I pretend as well as the next fucker that I walk along the trodden path most familiar, making sure

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in a world that is hungry, the people will go madbut how mad must they go? surely there will be some who accept the situations handed to them and adapt as necessary. take Shona von Gerlei, receptionist for an Austrian manicurist, for example. she ate her fingers, one at a time, over a period of ten days. as she defecated each night she collected her stool and formed the droppings into ten

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A whisper on the windA tide from deep withinA castle of mango pineA blind beggar askingA look the other wayA cloud sinks belowA backing towards oldA hope for betteringRemembering in a daze of haze as I raze this maze of corn and scorn the horn blown forlorn I cannot mourn this feeling of reeling as if seeing for the first time a sign two fine minds once connected collected never regretted only to

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It wasn't the wind he was afraid of, nor the distant sound of squawking crows waiting for him to reveal his tiny body to them. No, it was the height, the dizzying three or four feet to the ground below that scared the shit right out of him. He shook his head and tried to ignore the fear. He secured the silk strand to the leaf he was standing on and dropped.Twice he dropped, a third and then a

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Fortunately, that is about it. I don't want to sound pretentious, my mouth takes care of that for me. Among other things it still smells like resentment. On the plus side it makes for good eats. In, and in, and in, and in it goes until all that's left are a couple bones, diaper and pacifier.Just don't expect me to take out the trash. I have abandonment issues and there's no way in hell I'm

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Conservatives make the best drug addicts.Can the word "slut" ever be used in a neutral tone to describe individuals who like to fuck for the sake of fucking?I want a clone so I can kill myself.If you are a woman and you are attracted to me, you might be a lesbian.Serial killers are just selective mass murderers. Plastic wrap doesn't love you like I love you. Without sex, drugs, and music, we'd

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Traditionally, I cannot speak until someone utters my name.If I do speak I will owe her a free punch or a Coke, depending on your style.I wonder which will occur first... Any bets?

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He is sitting on a bed because he doesn't own a desk. He doesn't even own the bed, it came with the room. His laptop sits precariously on a padded desk chair, the right side of it hanging just over the edge of the seat to allow proper airflow through the improperly placed fan on the bottom of the computer. He spent the entire day in bed watching pay cable dramedy online he would never actually

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In 2005: 32,637 people, or 11 out of every 100,000, lost the fear. That's 1 person every 16.1 minutes or 89.4 a day, accounting for 1.3% of all deaths that year.The overwhelming majority were white males (23,478), with white females (6,049) falling way behind. What's the matter girls, can't keep up with us big, strong boys?It ranks 11th in the nation for cause, right above "Chronic liver disease

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Life is a set of systems. These systems run on rhythms and patterns. Harmony is achieved when you are in sync with life.So they say...Every week I consume:1 pound of cereal1 loaf of wheat bread1 pint of milk2 packs of lunch meat4 slices of american cheese1 cucumber2 apples1 muffin1 box of crackers/bag of chips1 can of soup2 cups of ramen noodles1 box of macoroni and cheese1 pound of potato or

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It was fun while it lasted...No it wasn't.Okay. Then at least I learned a valuable lesson...No you didn't.Um, I proved something to myself?Nope.Overcame an obstacle?No.Fine! I spent two whole months wasting my fucking time! You happy?!.........Not really...

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According to the birthday paradox, in a group of 23 (or more) randomly chosen people, the probability is more than 50% that some pair of them will have the same birthday.

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This is becoming reality. It's so weird to accept it just like that.Just like that, what you have to have becomes has been that's been had so much you half think it's having itself halved for nothing.Enough talk. Back to the music in my head.What's to become of the rest of it though?That, is for tomorrow to sort out.

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Had a dream about marihuana a few nights ago. I was at someone's house, not sure who's, but I did this person a favor and in return they gave me a big fat bud. I looked at it and wasn't sure what to do with it. I grabbed a pipe and loaded it with a bit, and then handed it over to someone else. I decided to pocket the rest of the herb and bestow it upon the next friend I encountered who would be

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My head still hurts.I saw a dead cat lying on the sidewalk on my way to work. I stopped and stared at it. It was beautiful. Black overcoat with white paws and a white chin. Just like CJ, a cat I befriended and took care of in high school. It was lying on its side, one paw stretched out in front almost like it was asleep, like it had suddenly decided to lie down and rest in the middle of the

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I didn't leave the house today. What a great feeling. I experimented more with sounds on my keyboard in the morning and other than that, accomplished nothing the rest of the day. Got sucked into an amazing flash cinematic graphic novel called Broken Saints. Split into 24 chapters and clocking in at over 12 hours in length, the "truth" they've been hinting at had better be worth the wait.Ate too

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Two weeks already. It's been a December. If the second half plays out as nicely as the first has, it will only continue to get easier. I am already having thoughts of never returning to the life of a habitual drug user, making it perhaps something more of a special occasion type thing. With so much temptation out there, this idea would be extremely difficult. Extremely.Yes. You feel it too don't

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Predicting the future is easy:Tomorrow I will wake up and go to work.I think it's easier than remembering the past. What was I thinking about when I stepped over an unwrapped condom in the street across from the wall where Paulrus died? That one is lost in the folds of time, unfortunately. And it happened only a couple days ago too.How often have you willed something into existence? I'm sitting

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Still no real cravings. Just keep busy, jest kuup besy.Reminisced about a couple of old friends and realized I hadn't tried looking for them online. Was able to find them and wrote off a couple messages, hope they reply someday.Found that spark again, the one that gets me smiling for no particular reason, which is always reason enough to keep smiling.Had a lovely phone conversation this evening.

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He's only a memory now, like so many others.He existed in my world once, briefly.He impacted my life in ways I can only brush the surface of.He was clever, anarchistic, and had rhythm.He had a wicked grin.He was more punk rawk than you or I.Here's to you, Mr. Rico Suave.*************MxPx - The Wonder YearsI don't understand what's going on in my life these daysEverything upside down turned

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Only in the middle did I see the front from backCancelled now we rest for seasons heart attackOgres battle in moonless suits variety they lackBonus points for the guy who shows us little slackWrite the left as he straightens his narrow plaqueI'm sure you've heard this all before but I don't give a flying fackHow Jesus would raise his child:"Okay son, now just let those nails ease there way on in.

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No cravings so far. Started taking the steroids yesterday for the infection. Noticed I was wheezing this afternoon so I used the inhaler. But those are the exceptions, for my health. Doctors orders.Read Part 1 of The Stranger today. It is good. Although it has begun in much the same manner as A Happy Death, already I can tell it is headed down a lesser known path. I am wondering now how our

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Didn't leave the house today.Dumped the rest of the bong bowl from last night in the trash.Broke my last cigarette in half, it joined the bowl in the trash.Here we go...

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I wear grey almost every single dayTo reflect the sky seen through this eyeCement and granite, lead and steelI kneelTo feel the ashen ground no longer brownI've found that this way is here to stayAnother grey dayHey Wallflower, how are you? It's okay, no pressure here. You do what you do. Be who you are. This party wouldn't be the same without you.If it's not white and it's not black than it's

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...woke up at 7:30am Wednesday morning. stood and stretched and took a shower. ate some toast, grabbed my bag, and walked to the light rail station. caught a train into downtown and walked over to the bank where i withdrew the 500 dollars that would seal my fate in Portland another year. bought some trail mix and walked to the bus station. got my ticket and sat down in front of the terminal and

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A beautiful mistake to torture the will. Half of me is convinced this is not okay. But who am I to threaten the flow? My oar will never be able to row us back to safer harbors. I'm sorry.It is there, it is all right there. Can't touch it, but it is there. Can't see it, hear it, breath it, or destroy it, but it is...Much more should be said about it, but no more will be said. That's fucked

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Woot!Caroling Clusters of Claustrophobic Coots will Shoot onto the Scene and be Seen as Lean, Mean, and Weaned to Bite the Night in Half with Staffs of Baffling Wonderment made of Thunder Mint.Yeah right! Fuck that. No way. Turn around and go back the other wEE. Nothing to see here folks, only the murdered sense of knowledge you once had before Time and Experience got a hold of it and beat it to

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INT. GARAGE ATTACHED TO HOUSE - DAYANDREW is sitting alone in the garage, semi-finished, with a heap of old furniture around a big wooden coffee table. Before him on the table are all manner of smoking material: bongs, pipes, a hookah, papers, and a large bag of pot. ANDREW is jut finishing up rolling his 5th joint. He lays it on the table next to the others. It is then that his friends enter.

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It is autumn and the leaves are fallingAll love has died on earthThe wind is weeping with sorrowful tearsMy heart will never hope for a new spring againMy tears and my sorrows are all in vainPeople are heartless, greedy and wicked... Love has died!The world has come to its end, hope has ceased to have a meaningCities are being wiped out, shrapnel is making musicMeadows are coloured red with human

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The stoic Earth forms geometricallyRound and round, a rhythm we are not privy toThe fearless Water laps mercilesslyUp and down, a rhythm we are not privy toThe long Wind breathes slowlyIn and out, a rhythm we are not privy toThe manic Fire dances incessantlyBack and forth, a rhythm we are not privy toThe rhythm it is in usFeelings that move usSo search for your beatDon't forget to sing along

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Factualize. Scintillate. Asparagus. Nitrous. Haberdasher. Omnipresent. Cordless.Yea, but do you have any talents?Sure. I can eat more than is necessary to sustain. I can deny passionately entire years of my life from ever happening. I can speak a million words with out saying one thing. I can undress myself. I can sympathize with everyone I've killed. I can make shapes in the sand. I can float

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Hey, Sworth!"Yeah?"Ya!"Ack!"*dead*(I know, I know... But shit happens when you count to infinity.)

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Mmph. *grumble*Fuckin'... sun light, reflecting on the window... fog, stupid shitty fog. Cold motherfucking weather...Huh? What's this? Oh my. Look at you. You must be some demon insectoid sent to finish me off, right? El, you're ugly. You look like the broken off foot of some decomposed kitten.What is with your wings? One of them is so short compared to the other. Is that to confuse your victims

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I love you all, good nightTime to rest, end this frightNo more trials, no more doorsNo more drugs and no more whoresSplendid to know you, you know it's trueBut you could be anyone, so please get a clueI asked very nicely, if you would all leave me aloneI'll chase that circle forever, for every circle I call homeI have earned this, my peace, these feelings of nothing at allAll of you said I was

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Boo!.........*Ribbit*Boo..........*Ribbit*Boo?.........*Ribbit*Oh for the love of Me! Fuck this shit...

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Better than an acid flashback...Hey, it could be worse. You could be doing SOMETHING.Duly noted. This space seemsssssspacious enough to promote dissolution. Attacked on all sides by honesty, faith, courage, justice, promotions, aspirin, and floating doll heads.I am warm when I don't think about it. I am warm when I don't. I am a warm.Brrr...

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I've heard all about the problems in the world today. The continued unrest in the Middle East. The growing tensions between The U.S., Russia, China...etc. The starving kids in Africa, the oppressed monks in Burma, and the continuing atrocities in North Korea. The floods, hurricanes, wildfires, collapsing tunnels and bridges...Like I give a shit.I'm too busy recalibrating heat sensors as I float

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My best friend is Johnny WalkerA special bottle not for saleThe kind you drink until it's goneLeft wishing for it to be fullHe knows exactly how I feelWithout a word he understandsAnd so I taste him every nightContent with this our drunken messAnd when I wake he may be goneBut really he is still aroundFor Johnny is in fact myselfAnd I will forever be drunk

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PoppedEye?"Yes, Joseph?"Why... Why do you eat babies?*sigh* "This again?"But... It's not right! I can see killing all the asshole adults of the world, but what young child deserves a fate worse than Earhart or Hussein?"We all go of own accord, some just don't know when it's their time."I understand. And yet, it doesn't seem right to me..."Here, sit down a moment. Imagine for me, that you are

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She knows it. But fuck all that. I let her fall.She needed to feel the cold hard ground for once. Soaring through the clouds all day is unhealthy, you could catch a cold.I thought about it hard enough, and if I had to again, I'd still pull the trigger.BLAM!Good days are few and far between for those who live for the night.Shit, pain is always welcome when all you have isI audited my brain and

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Carefully, he placed the rope and shovel back inside the bed of his dust covered truck. He sniffed the air and raised his eyes to the sky, "Storm's coming." He walked to the front of the truck and leaned back on the hood before lighting a full flavor cigarette. He pulled in great big drags and his shoulders began to droop as he relaxed. He thought about the breakfast he would eat as soon as he

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I have new headphones and they sound wonderous compared to the shitty pair I used before, yet the shitty pair did not hurt my ears as much.It's never felt more like today, today.The costume has arrived, the ticket is purchased, the plan is in motion. Why am I not excited?It's never felt more like today, today.The dishes are piling up, the clothes all gathered with dust, the house is cold. The

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Ccccccaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeennnnnniiiiiiiiiinnnnnggggggg on2 the stretch of MauTen HighWeigh known as "Judges Junction #33", I 8 Blue Burrowing Bleck before turning in2 a Kidnee and having the erge to process and filter yourrine for it's nutritional val-U. I stopped at the nearest D-Ziner lampshade store and asked The OWner for piece of mind and a slice of El's smile/elims. He cocked his

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