i\wannt to sleep for weeks like a dog at her feet

do you know this poem?

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yes

[[]] no (correct answer)

but a human guy screams too:
"fuck this bullshit!
my clean picked frame
won't be found 'til spring!"

grabbing a log
i swung, un--, wildly left and right
at the fanged-metaphors
fucking them up so badly
they ran
some tails between their legs, nursing their wounds

my apologies
for having ruined --ruining-- their holiday supper
but in almost a short hour
i was having fun at a party
until someone joked
about my beastly wolfish appetite

oh shine down your primordial enthusiasms goddess of sky and take this disfigured asparagus from the turbid gelatins of my heart

now that you know this poem, you must also know it's author! for this is the world of forms no? every communication a filter a reflection of the auteur: this stade du mirroir is not so aluminium but mostly silver: see the flesh the humanity in my fasce! how could it have gotten in there except in gushes from my heart

the heart says "a man with a pair of waxen wings about to leap from a cliff"

man, that's how i feel everyday

if we look deep into our souls what will there be?
that question gets asked every generation and generally there's some reactionary force inside, or some proactionary force, which i guess would be birth control and condoms (zing): the evident, screaming proaction
besides that minor enthusiuasm though, what is there? is it only avoiding making the next generation so that they cannot revel in the empty i do? what a stupid force
if beauty: pursuit, creation, nom nom, is really the whole deal, that rules, and i look forward to mudpaintings and 'green' architecture as the art continues to digress to more rare forms, and recall the whole mushroom eatin, dog huntin days of our 90thousand years ago auteurs did

at least there's drugs and girlfriends and dinners though, that'll tide everbody over until the predictions from the 1960s washaway from the psyche of CERN and Newscientist and MIT's theoretical sciences dept

may your dogs drink wine may your days waste time --- > get jobs in offices and wakeup for the morning commute

i'm in love im'm in love, i read Ssatanic verses, and the whole time john ratajkowski should have been a character in the book and also should make a business of painting arab peoples, very sexy arab peoples

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,301736,00.html
FARE AND BALANCE

pd. drown me one more time
the prodigalshow called true blood is (re)starting june 14th, look ready

wro-ote the book of the seven seals

quel tormentese karl said i read (to)too fast which made me think of a thing, what if you could read too fast? like, entire books would just conglom-into your brain? entire stories, pieces of arts, the element of time and meter erased from art, right? i think that's the kind of thing that's beautiful, that's why people get such a good rap, (is that the right spelling?) because all at once they are able to be plastered into our cerebral beauty map : is her nose too long was she polite are her lips too skinny was she modest are her eyes a perfect color was she curious what about her boobs were they big ennough. subtlety is the pretty thing then, right? it's the artistic beauty, it's the untempered one chinua achebe: messiah of 'just dudin' it' or ambitious nigerian dude? i just learned about this tvseries called Breaking Bad, shit's spot-on. it's about how everybody's got their secrets and their shit and their problems, but just live normal life and deal with it and he corrodes a guy's body in a bathtub and the tub corrodes too and then he goes home to his wife and they're lying there and she's really disappointed that he missed dinner.

2-nite the music seems so louwed i wish that we could lose this crouwed

http://help.com/post/224284-i-feel-like-god-gave-up-on-me-and-i

i've notcied it for a whilebut never been comofortable anough to say it, but a cuasa de the EVIDENCES, it's when i'm livin the most that i always gett interested in deathin. why? it aint like i'm afraid of losing things, i'm not lykke that. i wish i were more devoted to the cobrasnake


pd. start reading about Aleister Crowley, asap

either you run right RIGHT now or you best get ready to hide

most men pursue pleasure with such breathless haste that they hurry past it this is what happens when you listen to too much the oakridge boys

"Yes I’m sitting free even thou I love her still She’d be no good to me if I held her against her will Even thou that girl she’s the best part of my world Along with all my dreams I’m sitting fancy-free "

in case you missd something

-She’d be no good to me if I held her against her will-

the circulatroy system is releasing their new cd somehow somewhere roughneck jihad's Richard Dastardly identity is waaaay less good than it shouldaf been, he mostly just talks about pussys and fucking shit (them) up also in the similar hiphop scene another great poet, shwayze:

I met her at a backyard blockparty by the bar. And she kept lookin' at me like she knew who I was. She was buzzin' all over me. She was buzzin' all over me. She was buzzin' all over me like she fell in love.

newmusicpost is this post the dead weather will be at street scene

my name is john johnson but everyone calls me vicky

apparently don talk about myselfe enough ppl r like euhhh im not gon build a real connection to you because im the only body who puts any heart strings out yours' all in still so euhhh

erin makes me feel like not anything (in destructive and appraising ways she does this)

'it is only inevitable that
someday(s) these hands will be edible
but! i am a wolf! (lobo)
blackening your eyes (soleo)
will cure your blindness
but,
We: champions of our destiny
You cannot escape the fang of Tangier!
I S P I T F I R E
iSpitfire'


people area lying alround
dogs are dying who's in charge
people are hiding their false hearts

some poeple think beauty is stupid to be obsessed with , i guess trying to apply it (put it on) to yourself is, but i really like it; constant pursuit? yes, to live beautifully

that joe guy is really weird, that jen girl is really weird, that kelby guy is really weird but really spot-on, that jakegreve guy is really weird dont he have a terriblename?, that alham lady is really weird, gah, people are so goofy. thas my feelings in destructive and appraising ways that talkin about mself

we want our film to be beautiful not re-a-lis-tic

today is the weirdest day in news in so long: the sri lankan tamil general aint dead, the california supreme court is all wonky, mike tyson's baby died, a canadian guy ate a seal hearts, they finished the mouse genome (THE WHOLE THING)

putting all this together makes our world seem so weird, plus how weird is the tmz-news? understatement has never been used better

kafka------->TMZ



last night i relived the deadliest experience of my life and then woke up

ust fown that guy shockeringloomtown!'s blog (that guidedbyvoices song) and it makes me miss punk music, that guy is so nostalgic he reminds me of my dad --sorry if you're that guy i dont mean nothing bad bout neither mdad nor the guy just the emphaticnostalgia


whatis hislefthand upto


how fucking good is jg ballard? super legit is more like it

the basketball season is coming to a end and kinda glad that i'll be able to relate to people again, because only weirdoes (dear-woes) love dwight howard and ray allen and anderson varejao . that's prollythe worst part about the tom-deal, not getting to talk about sports and man stuff like that (read: sadface); fuck im still whining about that but who aint

why would anyone want to confront a grotesque animal? ew yelch, but i guess i would. okayokay, yeah: a/ anomalous species == = == super fascinating, ask people who like dinosaurs and lichen and vampires; b/ it's cool to like things other people dont for some reason that's only true when you also communicate that what other people like is <<> (IF PEOPLEmyfriendsspecifically MADEMORE ART BASED ON CONFINING, LIMITING DIMENSIONS [I E SOMETHING VERY HORIZONTAL] I WOULD PUT IT HERE*) * * * S T A R * * * * * * M A N * * * on the above apostrophe, refer to something like the drone song on that illinoise sufjan stevens album, or the entiresong crepesculo sul mare for a longer(in duration, not definitely length) obra i can't afford for things to keep crazying on me, i'm going to be crazy if it happens too fast, i need time to interpret and get it back out apparently prom is happening this weekend, it makes me think of dancing, which is a great thing to me on account of its form plus idea (thanks plato! first shoutout): neitzche says 'i only believe in a god that knows how to dance' and then mr miyagi's affirmation 'never trust a spiritual guide who cannot dance' miyagi <--> nietzsche (pronounced like tallahasee)

the other day i talked about communication-in-the-modernera-of-instantaneity-and-the-proliferated-internet to young furly danny poceta, i think he dug it; he's mass diggable ten points danny poceta i wonder how we'll turn out he and i and her and us. not good probably 'internet silence'


pd. is there a better way to link (better) music

and napoleon and genghis kahn and hitler tried and mussolini too

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today madi macnabb comes home, tuesday, the archetype people ask me about, school's over, evan's my cousin,

alexa's going to north carolina firstclass every weekend with some gaypsychiatrist primohusband, tragedy no one reads shakespeare, shes definilly going to move there or someody'll get knived in the end or midsection, the end is always written in the beginning

gretchen from faust stopped being the woman--i found the futurewoman the perfectwoman she's the untagged hottie in facebook pictures, master and the margarita was a diff'rent era too,

drunk off of corona and awkardness last night and when i drove home i saw a car on fire on the sidewalk and a bum leaning towards it parallel and not facing it,

someday i only want to buy beer and gas and dinners, shopping list for my italian birthday: also include warm jackets

pd. i watchd 'blindness' tonight and compared to reading it for this, that movie was real (try all the names maybe better)