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Thrown existence and half a boil.
What boils, yet, keeps the ol' tongue
a tie?

Crap yet jack and what!
What!
you don't?
hear that?
You've got cry in you're eyes... friend...
And a head full of:
Miss Fortune, and Misextension.
Mix T-E-N-S-I-O-N.

Something you can call you're own.
Mixter and Garbager,
Sharpener and disorder.
Sufferer with Art Miss Manager
And...
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Animals Are Passing From Our Lives

It's wonderful how I jog
on four honded-down ivory toes
my massive buttocks slipping
like oiled parts on each light step.

I'm to market. I can smell
the sour, grooved block, I can smell
the blade that opens the hole
and the pudgy white fingers

that shake out the intestines
like a hankie. In my dreams
the...
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I don't tend to lie. Or reach. For a drop in a bucket. But when pennies pop out. So do I... learn... with spiced Wine, and Curried Leaps, and "better" FOOD, and "best" Un-judged.
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Back home. Throwing my existence into a boil. I eat, sleep, work and work and struggle to maintain my priorities and stay focused on why I am here. I recognize this extroardinary potential here in the 'No town. Inspite of the reckless suburban sprawl there is beauty here to embrace. The people are "good" and jaded but supportive. I'm confident if not conceded or...
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Holy Fuck almost done here in Chicago. My life is about to do a 360. Today being my unofficial last day here in Chi. Today was rad though my 11 days of drunkeness is over. I'm staying to burn CD's and chill. Get my head back together. The most raddest thing about today was spending time with an ex girlfriend whom is also...
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I've decide to start keeping a journal as a resouce for other SG members. It's going to be a journal based around my primary passion in life: Food and Drink. I'm a restaurant and cafe working motherfucker and am interested in starting my own. I'm going to be using my journal here to give Recipes that worked out well for me...
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