even demons drink on nights like THIS

y'keep yer ears n yer eyes opened up nuff, the she everybody sings about paints about, of whose validation is hunted, she starts to be everybody. ssure not everbody's got flamin locks of auburn hair or ivory skin but they got something emerald i swear just gotta get lookin

my moms just likened michael jordan to adolf hitler via peter seller's dasein

my biggest fear aint of death, i dont know death; i dont know some guy living in mali so i dont fear him. my biggest fear is of not living, having finally learned the expedience behind listening 'to your elders.' everyday my family's dying be it pasco o justin o sal o these people i'm close to i thunk, and everyday they get scared and they tell me these stories these emotion-vignettes, these vie-gnettes. and the important part(s) of these viegnettes aint never how they were living (summatively either with or without the joie) but solely that they were living. it's a case of the wholey-moly. for all the excitement they hunt they're but stuck, sunk, reclining like when there's some hella tight movie on and you've got some 'friend's' recliner chair on lockkkdown but through the passing of the movie through your comfort and oo-ooh why budge it's tiresome leaning up n outta this here chair you sink into comfort more and more the flashy action scenes appealing then only via their reflections on the ceiling dark above, just abstract fleisches of stories.

(pause for a second pause wait for it wait hold it hold it in your hand wait)

nonethelss my favorite part about today is that thackeray [to be heard at the same time] means either the guy who made vanityfair or the guy who made shiv sena; that at some level i becomes you and you becomes me; that it dont matter if the matrix is real what matters is how fast 70 years goes by if you get lazy

the otha day roberto exclaimed to me he said josh howthefuck am i supposed to take you seriously with those shorts on? i giggled away n thought aloud i said why would you take me seriously

BBUNCKLE UP WE'RE WAYWARD BBOUND (NO YOU ARE)

"they will empty their beer-filled guts onto each other's shoes. they will clown for hungry cameras"

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berkeley the fucking bulldogs the parable of the three demons in the bedroom and the dapkings jose saramago and finding the eye of the storm the TRADE story d(am)o(cl)es it looms over my head trying to finish the TIMETRAVEL story and/or scholarship essays timothy leary is dumb prostituting my heart suicide notes and discarded anthologies introduced by 'man, I did the hard part' longfellow v nonleaves-whitman where's their battle iss in people's memories is it on libraryshelves like nabisco and craft for face-spaces? john ashbery drops the rocks political impetus kills any buzz and my heart finds fuzzbot over n over aginn

romantic narratives are cursed like the highlander or ahab? francis macomber or werther? willhelm or gabriel n michael? blorgs and the internet are easy for people to talk through because the words aint connected to a person right so it's easier to say things youdnt normally say in reallife on ccount of you don gotta own them the monitor does; erryone sees that side but disregards the other side, the input side whereas thas the previous is output. you can hear people better than you can in real life because their fat faces aint there for scourin' judgments to occupy all y' mind-space, so the words just exist, sin emotion n all that delivery the Listener's gotta knead them words rather'n the homonym

now, opinion time, is that one in anyway similar to the first one?

normal?

BE A VICTIM

NEVER A VICTOR

just don know if i could roll into the sea aginn yknow

davidfosterwallace hung himself because he GAF'd too much (maybe) jesus gave in because he knws of the efficacy of the heart over the mind (vis a vis: tragedy of commons/distended bellies) noburu wataya "salaam" i only ever quote a few tings (allusions are hard and dependent on the receiving party so you gotta choose between a bunch of medias that prolly say the same thing and then judge n relay the most culturally/temporally/socially/intellectually relevant one):

intimacy is the principal source of the sugars with which this life is sweetened. It is absolutely vital to the essential insanities. Without the essential (intimate) insanities, humor becomes inoffensive and therefore pap, poetry becomes exoteric and therefore prose, eroticism becomes mechanical and therefore pornography, behavior becomes predictable and therefore easy to control. As for magic, there's none at all because the aim of any social activist is power over others, whereas a magician seeks power over only himself: the power of higher consciousness, which, while universal, cosmic even, is manifest in the intimate. It would seem that a whole human being would have the capacity for both intimacy and social action, yet sad to say, every cause, no matter how worthy, eventually falls prey to the tyranny of the dull mind. In the movement, as in the bee house or the white ant's hill of clay, there is no place for idiosyncrasy, let alone mischief.

a courple er dayys ago i got so scared of my blackberry smartphoen so i was like shit nigga you aint a part of me and then i /gort/ reals bummed yknow? twilight of the chidlhoods like i cant run around no more people are like whys that big guy running i cant do that shit no more like hide in clothes racks at ross

"jesus i'm tired im so fucking tired youknow how tired i am if a girl came up to me an begged me to fucker her, i couldn do it thas how tired i am."

priest, the laggards

no we are not! on the list (come onnnnn, les do it)

Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord we will wait upon the Lord, Well how long you lookin t wait? Tell that mean parable of the three demons

Sir my Buddy was in my town last Sunday & I forgot to tell him he just missed my New Tooth.
I was made without that original one. My New Tooth is not being "Made in China.
It's being made by a Chinese Dental Art Student in San Francisco." Anyway, I forgot to tell my Buddy that he has to come back in a few weeks to see my New Tooth.

When god had made a miracle he thought to settle down but his strong god hands circled the car around and picked a man or a woman and took him to a stadium to watch a new form of rock and roll called genocide rock where every peasant was allowed one one mambo sock and one liter of beer and one liter to hold up and then came back and was asked what? but only vomit came out and only then lucky were the kids trying it out the kids were

the kids new god then they did, all gooped up they looking at each other looking through puke at puke

went swimmin in the river styx but you watched me sinkin like a bitch

L I F E

"the whole story of man going through trying to find his true love but constantly having to contend with evil and with Satan, which are probably the demons within himself"

i thought the wavvvvvves lyric i'm so bored was i'm someone and it's way better that way

after rockin parties he departed in a jalopy!

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good things are good things

and bad things are bad

what's it mean when the world sings

easy of happy, but not of sad

i don't think this picture is nothing negative, i think it's a picture of me!

WHEN said the moon to the stars (in the sky)

you know how hard it is to find a good n handsome philosopher?

J U L E S V E R N E

read everything by julesverne¹, rethink your maxims, define natural and human laws

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