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Not Going to Happen
"Uh, what's your story?" says I ( Read more... ) -
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I used my girlfriend's computer to finish a script for a movie that doesn't make sense and felt like going to california and then I discovered two things andthe first thing was that I wasn't a writer very good and the secnd thing was that I have no girlfriend ( Read more... ) -
H@KK1N dEE sCHOOL
i FIND MYSELF FIXXED IN THE TRANSLTION OF AFTERTHOUGHTS. OF COURSE WHAT i THINK IS THAT hACKSLEY WAS RIGHT WEN HE DIDN'T TALK ABOUT MUSIC.
i THINK I WAS RIGHT NOT TO CLAIM THE SEERUEL POETE -
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It has been said that home is where the heart is. When we enter a home where are needs are met and we define needs as security we find our slice of pie. Therefore, in order to find our security one must define primary needs; accordingly living to meet these for the home. Operating in the paradime of need to action brings enevitable change. The ( Read more... ) -
So Art is a Hobby.
I don't know what to say when you say my art is gay I clam up and slam myself up against the mirror. Why can't i just hold it dearer forget the tears and breathe through fear. I'm out of tears and my heart is too. Why can't Rafe, nevermind, that's his transmission. I'm not using a real name and it bothers me very little. Stephanie is beautiful ( Read more... ) -
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I came across this interesting little imperative in a periodical recently. My dog ate it. -
Cleanliness is emptyness
(Or is it? Who knows. Maybe one day I'll be able to answere your riddles without a sense of humor. Until then, the change is upon us. ` -
Wet to Dry
Oh silly children of the dream,
Why do you kick when I scream?
Whiskey and writing glued you down,
Now remember those sweet lessons.
Smash your symbols and challenge
Your art. -
Weekly Update
The Friday before last I was invited to a small house party. I walked to the Old 63 Break Time to rendezvous with my friend Rob. He was working the tail end of his shift. We smoked a cigarette at the picnic table in front of the store and then I waited for a couple of hours for his shift to end. At ten o'clock we hopped on his scooter and rode ( Read more... ) -
Social Addiction
On my way to the library today I ran into an old friend, Matt, from one of my support groups. He bummed me a cigarette and asked what I've been doing lately. I told him that I'd been hanging out at the community center for the mentally ill and with my druggy friends adding, "Trying not to let them influence me." He responded, "Testing the waters ( Read more... )