it zuch an icy feeling so cold in alaskawww ooooh, float down tha river (rollin) forevah and evah

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after finally lying with The Woman, he regaled me with barest interest the following day:

"well i mean i think she's dumb," he summated, "like, she's a idiot."

[comically] pine nuts! and the whole spectrum of human emotion!

cherry coke../\..artichoke../\..pope smoke../\..row boat

rain makes corn corn makes whiskey whiskey makes my baby (feel a little frisky)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4OH_hVEF7mY

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxJrAGa8Hm8

Been running four years now''s time to catch some rest fore the rest catches me
YYcant help but see the good times the bad just seems irrelevantYY
No dude I'm not crying; I just got a sweatyface is all

DREAMS the DREAMS way DREAMS of DREAMS knowing DREAMS things DREAMS

"Give them some food your-selves."

They replied, "Five loaves and two fish are all we have,

unless we ourselves go and buy food for all these people."

Now the men there numbered about five thousand.

Then he said to his disciples,

"Have them sit down in groups of about fifty."

They did so and made them all sit down.

Then taking the five loaves and the two fish,

and looking up to heaven,

he said the blessing over them, broke them,

and gave them to the disciples to set before the crowd.

They all ate and were satisfied.

And when the leftover fragments were picked up,

they filled twelve wicker baskets."

let's lie very quietly and ponder this so what's so wrong about trying that? can the temple of the self be avoided? is it possible to worship at any other altar than your own? pd the last wave is so cool like way cool

xXcrazydumbsaint69Xx

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pardon me father pardon me father if I donnot slaughter other tribesmen or speak prayer in the morning or turn my back to the sea to the wild to my rival or praise my brother's haul or sold two mgds for one dollars

because

although your blood runs in my veins although I've slept roofless too although anybody but joshdrilling codas in hearts although you and I've eyed the same moon, I raise my hands and ask her to come down, envying her coeur: she lights not only for me but you too

and mother pardon me for digging your bones out your bones that were buried in me I had forgotten that you buried them here, you must've too

"You know, that's who he is, though. He has a lot of passion. There's times you love him and times he drives you nuts. But overall his heart is always in the right place, and you just take it."

^I WAS LIKE EMILIO IT WAS JUST A FALSE ALARM^

hey! i'm squinting towards the easy/t

futureshock to the xxtreme again hell maybe everyday, futureshock gettin to be just like some static or somethng benign like that; futureshock's like a job interview on skype

SKYPE:

[some lady, julie]

[me]

:SKYPE

that's it that's the whole thing go home

the catatonic hero: adam richman! i found him! prediction that today's televised hero, l'hero de gens, de gentuza est ADAM RICHMAN he's wild his show is called MAN V FOOD, it's reeling with explanations so fucking wild it's unbelievable he's perfect in every way and back again:

a/ the enemy: not crime, not the loss of innocence in this Cruel World, not your parents, not the Reds; food. the inconceivably unforeseen purveyor of or existence, the life force itshelf; b/ international socioeconomics commentary, of course

INNER JESSIKA SEKTION KOMMENCE

figure 8verybody's got an inner jessika sektion like that idealism type thing except it's suspicious of e

verything like some fucking inverse of idealism where the little part of you is like the world is kind of bullshit sometimes damnit. like losing respect for people once you figure out how to be a really kickass person but havent figured out how to TRANSCEND your own high standards yet like WHOAAAAA TRANSCEND MAN WHOAAA maybe not everybody can be smart all the time like maybe sometimes people got shit fallowing down around them them around; it's like that little bullshit meter that people got iffin they know how to cross the street and treat cops like silverback gorillas, but different, like WHOAAAA TRANSCEND THAT SHIT POWER LEVELS REACH ELEVEN hey the world could be really cool if people got their shit together like maybe voting is for suckers, i.e. one piece of jessie:

flashing lights blam blam

let's me n you rave all night allright like with some real party animals like wearing those crazy stud bracelets n leather n baby when it's time to go i'll turn to yall and say let's ride

END END

END OF

END JESSIKA

END SECTION

END ANGST

END THAT

END 'S

END IT

END SO

END GO

END HOME

my house is so pretty, my life be like oooh ahhhh oooh ahhh but nnthlss wanna pun

ch this girl this mckenna, VvVsegueVvV

sqwa/k sqw/ak s/qwaaaaak

that crow flying in slow-motion

chin-up n mocking

my reflection in the train's crowded window

everybody's bodies smashed into one

i saw a little of myself in that

hungry black thing

vvVvVvv

musical sinspiration (fk tht sht): if I was in a room with you and hitler and had a gun with one bullet in it I'd kill myself; thinking i'm in heat; punching bags; roomsfuls of mirrors; the darker side of gardening

thank you thank you that was great

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