pray for the ppl inside yer head

-:-a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring breeze on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison right in front of your eyes, there is not much left except TV and relentless masturbation
what matters most is how well you rock through the fire [shralp]
-It/s in his/ nature/ you know-
I met a vixen recently.
"What?" gulp,
Yeah, that kind of specter that incarnates every dousand years and only for the minutiae of a memory zipped-by on the freeway, shotgunned up there in some unknowable way.
"What?"
What? She luscious "if you know what I mean" in my head and in my hands. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to love her "like the broncos," his socks slip out, leaving must behind; rubber-soled, they ferment beneath his hairy calves, but my blood's all filled-up and I want it to mingle.
"Yahh too bad it won't work out"
Why not?
Why is is it so close so consistently? What is the gray area? What does it feel like with a grizzly bear and a mirror? "Englightened"
livedlike a fucking-Aladdeen
:: i used to watch all them all auld cowboy movies or even those kungfu movies and they would talk about living handtomouth and i was always thinking how sweeet and rad and untempered they must be but no it's balls and it's miserable and there's a reason milton wrote a book called paradise lost three hundy years ago, but don't call it a comeback

ther's all ways// sunshine above// the grey sky i will// try to finde it



bye: robinson /madman/ jeffers

: : : SOME distant distant relative with hair combed there and a rentatux comes over to my step great great uncle Nice party John he says a loud voice.
I dislike that when people assume that all old people (ie 65 years of age andor above) are hardonhearing. Even if the man they are talking is at one hundred two, they still shouldn't do.
John my step great great uncle is sixtyeight I think though. He has a headful of grey hair, and a tux. I personally think he could give a damn about this party, Frankly I'm not thinking he wants be here. My step great great uncle (John) is able to have these big parties because he is or was the guy who creates or created all the golfball technology for Callaway golf, a very famous and prestigious golf company, Supposedly there is a lot of money in the game especially around now in times like these in this bull market. My step great great uncle owns or did own seven golf courses around the world.
He is real successful and very rich; the problem with money is makes person and everyone the person weird. Or paranoid.
I mean say if a "distant distant" relative, or a "long lost" relative comes by. Fishie.
The people around that person are to get paranoid about this "distant distant" or "long lost" relative. The people around this rich person will say something.
But I mean who cares what that person wastes his money on I mean it's just not of anybody else's business and more importantly it's not their money to worry abo.

: : : HERE I am sitting just trying get thru the night these woodenchairs that are too big and too low with a bunch of distant relatives that I have just trying to thru the night.
I say Hi to these people who have no values then they say something maybe like Oh who are you then? Yah my moms married Hunter Boyles. Then they might say Hey who is that? I will go Oh that is the great nephew of my step great great uncle John and they will go Oh right John.
I mean I like this party setting in all but nobody likes these distant distant relative I am sitting with. Casey is wearing a long dress she is the worst she has a nametag which we were all supposed get name tags but they were not out onto a table until after most of us arrived.
Most of them even brought a guest. I mean I don't know what the invitation sa, but I assume it only invited the person who got the invitation.
I ask my step dad who is the great nephew of my step great great uncle John about those distant distant relatives and he looks at my mom, his sister, his brother all sitting to his left on some lawn chairs and he says Who them? then I say Yeah.
Squinting, the sun was there too, trying to see them he says I don't know who they are Hunter Boyles says to the everyone on his right Probably business associates.
The sun falls down fast faster than a lamborghini.
My step great great uncle John gets up from his chair that is around his table of other empty chairs except his third wife Fea Sayers and he whispers to her.

: : : WHEN they got married it was a really big deal that Fea Sayers would not take my step great great uncle last name. So when they got married the priest said I now pronounce you husband and wife, then he stated their names: Fea Sayers.
Fea Sayers made such a ripple in the Boyles Family lake. My step great great uncle John gets up and heads to the bathroom I know because I followed him.
Have you ever heard the term, time flies when you're.
The saying should go, Time flies when in a state of deep focus. It is basically the same thing as having fun it's just mine sounds better.
I tell this to my step great great uncle John when he is on the way to the bathroom but I don't think he can hear me probably.
You see when I was in my deep deep focus outside the bathroom door my step great great uncle John had an aneurysm. I sitting there when a distant distant relative or maybe a long lost relative or maybe business associated cared or didn't care where my step great great uncle John was. He even asked me Hey do you know where John is.
I was so my state of focus. The funny thing is that my state of focus didn't mean anything. I was thinking about where I could have been I could have been with my friends sipping on margaritas and body shots off of beautiful women. I think of this stuff because I would like to do it.
When they found my step great great uncle John he was bleeding out the ears with his dog hanging out of pants with a hand on the floor in a pool of piss and blood on the tile next to the stall he was in.
His other hand was over his old saggy dog with grey pubic hair around his dog and balls. I was just staring at his dog. Fea Sayers was among the crowd looking not crying not with him but she was in such a state of focus she was probably thinking about where she could be. Maybe with her friends sipping on margar and body shots off of beautiful wom. Or even she could have been thinking of the diamonds and missing the when she was still youngish.
I was staring at his dog and on his old grey leg you could even see a faded, gross tattoo that I think said something like Property of Ethel, I mean it's cool he got a tattoo of a woman's name that he loved and the problem isn't the name Ethel, the problem is the tattoo.
bye: gracie /shark/ nixon

dog, i know why you're here dog



WELCOME TO PSYCHETE-TOWN POPULATION: VERY FEW; ELEVATION: ABOUT AS TALL AS A SIX (6) FEET TWO (2) MAN STRETCHING UP TO CLAMBER UP INTO AND THROUGH AND ALL ABOUT A TREE BRANCH THAT IS ESTIMATEDLY SIX (6) FEET AND ELEVEN (11) INCHES

if that picture above us isn't evidence enough, i was abducted by aliens before falling in love with my then boyfriend Graham Bell (For whom I still roll, every night, every party, every dancefloor is left vacant, vacuous --by me).

but it was in the twelfth year that i rose in defilement of of of their populace, left on my tech deck and w1th only the bounds of theoretical physics binding me, i sawght refuge within plied-wood, morta and pestlence, a faked foundation of foreign anonymity but mostly consisting of extravagant sexual deviancy, efforts, escapes, errands

do you know what beauty looks like?
[] yes
[] no
[] im willing to bet i have an idea based on many factors out of my control and a few factors i have willed into my control
[] yes you do

How do i name my band?
Will I succeed?
Am I a product of genetic malpractical blueprints or something more?
How do you dress in heat?
What is Right?


charlotte douglas international, the floor, avoiding charlotte's top-rated christian youth-group who have overtaked all the goddan seats


CHARLOTTE DOUGLAS INTERNATIONAL is so weird, i'm at my gate called CSIX except the wrong plane is here it's called US AIRWAYS FLIGHT974 and it was supposed to leave THIRTY (30) minutes ago, but all these church kids from charlotte (en route to ST PAUL MINNESOTA)

::they just moved this asian girl and i's flight to a new gate called CFIVE, she andi got to sit next to each other on the other flight, too and we ^high^ fived on account of there was no body in our middle seat and then she fell asleep with her foot on the divider and her head in her purse in her window and everyone who sleeps in airports and-slash-or planes appears very acrobatic (also: hella strained)

oh, these guys are coming by, they come-by in pairs, a black guy and a white guy and it is so goofy to compare their little quirks and walking styles, not beacues therye black or white but because they so clearly spend so much time together that it's one of those really good fraternal relationships where they become really-well-matched, i call them THE =ENFORCERS= not because i've seen them =ENFORCE= anything, but because they look very stoic and cool and i really like them with their matching outfits (that are worn with different swag) and their shirts say 'ENFORCERS' on them

::this fat guy pushing a wheelchair (it was empty but he may not have kn own
was greeeting 'marianne' for the morning with a subtle how are you good yeh and then they kept on walking by each other:
EGGPLANT-SHAPED-MAN
Hearty, but entirely unbelievable; as if he had committed himself to the sound of the words as a sort of uninspired mantra, that, after too many years of monotonous utterance, has reversed its affffect on the man with an eggplant-shaped-torso.
Just livin' the dream.


:: i just read like the worst play ever by Gene O'neill called long day's something something something something something something something something; golly, i : underestimated my reading-speed, the likelihood of the play being good and not just depressing (which it was moreso than any plot devices could've made it just because gene oniell really thought he had something but it's really not anything)

actually, there are like fifteen people from the sandiego flight here waiting for stupid WASHINGTON-DULLES FLIGHT 3226 TIME 8:40AM. actually, all the people here are from my flight, weird-alert. where are THE =ENFORCERS= this little boy next to me has proibably the smallest laptop evermade and the corresponding-fingers and wrists. i cant believe he can use the same common-place items i use everyday, like doorknobs and pens. nevermind i dont like him atall his computer wont stop beeping (probablybecause) he's playing a beeping-game.

oooh-hoo, you'd takea the worldos but you won't takea the timeos





Generational currents are on our side. Exit polls showed results by age, but the right way to think about it is by year of birth. Voters born before 1978 tended to vote for Prop 8, and voters born since 1978 voted against it. Life being what it is, over time there will be fewer of the first group and more of the second.
remember? how empowered all women felt as their beacon of feminine might and sexuality nearly rose to supremer vicer president of the land

:: i was thinking about this wit some friends i know, it's startling

:: is the internet defactor-reference/expression "IRL" becoming more inane?

:: having read derek parfit 'reasons and persons', a 'contermporary' piece of philosophy about identity, it's funny to be a philosopher but still be named derek (PS HE LOVRES SCIENCE FICTION) and wrote only that one book

::'behind the curtain, within that alcove, beneath the ceiling, and the corresponding-floor, and that corresponding ceiling, hung from the wall, lit by a single spotlight like the rest, is a man-sized upside-down crucifix with an upside-down man nailed into it'

::what's the likely next step for visual art to move in? a clever hyperrealistic \slash/ illusionary mesh of photography and handslashcomputer-editting? or will everyone just sit back and wait for douglas gordon to do something

yay!

all of my playmates is not surprised, i had to travel 'fore I got wise; or, lately preachers are the only ones who hate


: : the difference between heroism and kindness?

: : chizzange ---> there's all these people who're like, bitches i'm teens or twenties, sure, but i aint never changed, i'm the same perfect, self-absorbed me; how does anyone forget about the biological aspects of being? they are so fundamental!

: : <--- :="" am="" an="" and="" are="" as="" but="" div="" forces="" formless="" good-looking="" he="" i="" infidel="" is="" man="" many="" none="" of="" only="" power="" really="" s="" the="" there="" think="" vast=""> : : go to an ivy league (brown)

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Idle tiez sink inside open arms( open wide) you're with me tonight


I live in a neighborhood where there are a lot of rabbits. To say they are plentiful is an understatement. I've always wanted to nab one out of the yard and cook it up, but I'd stop myself. "It doesn't taste good," I would say, say to myself, internally. "If it tasted good people would be constantly catching these motherfuckers, cooking them up, and wearing rabbit fur dusters when they go down to the grocery store." I psyched myself out repeatedly, until one day, I was in a small restaurant, and they were serving rabbit. Those motherfuckers were serving them.

I ordered the rabbit, and it was delicious (I am a living example of dianetics). To say that rabbit tastes like chicken is like saying pork tastes like chicken. It's lean meat, it has a subtle, biding flavor, and when I ate up the first rabbit, I gnawed the remains until other diners stopped eavesdropping. Every last bit of it was delicious. (I was getting ready to pick up and get out, to leave, but I really felt attached.) I ordered more. 

The details are best left unspoken, but two days ago, I acquired one local rabbit. I'm cooking the bulk of it for dinner tonight, but as a sneak preview, I removed the heart, kidneys, and liver to cook separately.

have you heard the robin williams bit? where he talks abou ta stealth bomber costing one billion dollars? cant be seen cant be detected, so why do we need one? so let's stage a big explosion out in siberia, and the russians will be like 'shit we gotta get one of those too' and pretty soon they're spending all this money. so let's build a stealth army a stealth navy a whole fleet of stealth military.

what the heck! how is that different than poltics arguments in the tv?

videomedias are the cocain of the 80s

in a few couple of days i'll be in a suit for two weeks

'he who leadeth into captivity shall go into captivity'
hey bible! bible! what a weird thing to say, weirdo