A Prayer from the Left[ist] Behind
Fuck the hypocrite mourners of saints, the Opus Deized and confused.
Fuck the ghoulish puppeteers, the corpse-chewers, the grinning exterminators.
Fuck the Promisebreaking circle-jerkers, squinting toward Bethlehem.
Fuck the drapers of titties, of pudenda, and of Guernican faces of war.
Fuck the mastur-minds of payback time in their oval orifices.
Pray the poor, the persecuted/prosecuted, the forgotten be mended....
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Fuck the hypocrite mourners of saints, the Opus Deized and confused.
Fuck the ghoulish puppeteers, the corpse-chewers, the grinning exterminators.
Fuck the Promisebreaking circle-jerkers, squinting toward Bethlehem.
Fuck the drapers of titties, of pudenda, and of Guernican faces of war.
Fuck the mastur-minds of payback time in their oval orifices.
Pray the poor, the persecuted/prosecuted, the forgotten be mended....
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A POOR MAN'S LOVE POEM
You once accused me of stealing from us.
Peter robbing Paul to pay Peter and Paul? I ask.
Your thrust is unjust. Ive been fishing.
Simon said
He found a coin in a miracle fishs mouth worth
Twice the temple tax.
Ill wait for Dawn and, the Dawn, it shall come, when
The rod and the reel, upon rows of...
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STRAWBERRY LETTER 20
Hello My Love:
Just because you get shit on doesn't mean you'll have a bad day. Today, running at the frozen beach, I came upon a sea of gulls standing on the snow. I regarded them pleasantly. But, then, I felt a gentle slap on my cheek. I actually heard a wet "slap" noise in my left ear. I reached up and...
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Hello My Love:
Just because you get shit on doesn't mean you'll have a bad day. Today, running at the frozen beach, I came upon a sea of gulls standing on the snow. I regarded them pleasantly. But, then, I felt a gentle slap on my cheek. I actually heard a wet "slap" noise in my left ear. I reached up and...
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Hello my love:
We dug out of Christmas. I must tell you my favorite moment of the season was you, behind the wheel, lurching the car in reverse as I pushed, rhythmically, into you. "Follow my rhythm," I yelled. We gazed across the frozen hood at each other, rocking, rocking, until we were free. I was screaming and grunting and pushing. The neighbors thought we...
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We dug out of Christmas. I must tell you my favorite moment of the season was you, behind the wheel, lurching the car in reverse as I pushed, rhythmically, into you. "Follow my rhythm," I yelled. We gazed across the frozen hood at each other, rocking, rocking, until we were free. I was screaming and grunting and pushing. The neighbors thought we...
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EASTERN TO MOUNTAIN
THIRD PARTY CALL
THE LINES ARE DOWN
THE WISE MAN BUILDS HIS WORDS UPON THE ROCKS BUT I'M NOT BOUND TO FOLLOW SUIT.
I found a newborn kitten, alone and screaming, near my garbage cans. I've been feeding it some emergency kitten milk with a Visine bottle. I have plenty of Visine bottles lying around. I have bathed it several times, blown...
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THIRD PARTY CALL
THE LINES ARE DOWN
THE WISE MAN BUILDS HIS WORDS UPON THE ROCKS BUT I'M NOT BOUND TO FOLLOW SUIT.
I found a newborn kitten, alone and screaming, near my garbage cans. I've been feeding it some emergency kitten milk with a Visine bottle. I have plenty of Visine bottles lying around. I have bathed it several times, blown...
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ayurvedium:
we have never been good at giving up found kittens.
and my wife's name is molly, too.
so this is why i sent you a friend request thingy.
besides, i gotta find out when and if you get the other nipple pierced! (film at 11?)
xoxox
and my wife's name is molly, too.
so this is why i sent you a friend request thingy.
besides, i gotta find out when and if you get the other nipple pierced! (film at 11?)
xoxox
Bloomsday has come and gone.
I began at Martello Tower, or an impressive facsimile on the shore of Lake Erie. I observed the Davis-Bessie nuclear power plant from the confines of a nearby bird sanctuary. There is a cross-road there, at the sanctuary, where four corners of the map stretch as far as the eye can see. Long, narrow paths of mounded grass that allow...
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I began at Martello Tower, or an impressive facsimile on the shore of Lake Erie. I observed the Davis-Bessie nuclear power plant from the confines of a nearby bird sanctuary. There is a cross-road there, at the sanctuary, where four corners of the map stretch as far as the eye can see. Long, narrow paths of mounded grass that allow...
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Strawberry letter number 14
Hello my Dear:
I remind you that the purpose of this exercise is to let you KNOW MY MIND as we approach our wedding day. I think if you look back (have you been saving them?) youll see that this experiment has been successful.
I have two pressing points to discuss: Religion and Ambition. I have been thinking about both a...
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Hello my Dear:
I remind you that the purpose of this exercise is to let you KNOW MY MIND as we approach our wedding day. I think if you look back (have you been saving them?) youll see that this experiment has been successful.
I have two pressing points to discuss: Religion and Ambition. I have been thinking about both a...
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Strawberry letter number 12
IM NOT IN LOVE: The story of a wedding 4:20 p.m., May 10, 2004:
Saint Simon
The Syrian Orthodox Church is getting new stairs. Masons are mortaring cinder blocks with stone facades. A few blocks away, across the highway to the south, I focus my digital camera on a striking bent tree.
Martin Sheen, Steve McQueen and Jimmy Dean, Stipe sings....
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IM NOT IN LOVE: The story of a wedding 4:20 p.m., May 10, 2004:
Saint Simon
The Syrian Orthodox Church is getting new stairs. Masons are mortaring cinder blocks with stone facades. A few blocks away, across the highway to the south, I focus my digital camera on a striking bent tree.
Martin Sheen, Steve McQueen and Jimmy Dean, Stipe sings....
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penates:
Beautiful post...
I'm only now getting into Warren Zevon. I seem to have a bad habit of appreciating artists/bands only after they've broken up/died.
I'm only now getting into Warren Zevon. I seem to have a bad habit of appreciating artists/bands only after they've broken up/died.
AWAKEN YOU DREAMERS: THE STORY OF A COMPILATION
By bloomsday
Im getting married in six months. My fianc and I were talking about wedding plans, when I seized an opportunity to create a CD of recorded music for guests as a wedding favor, whatever that is. The benefits of this endeavor are manifold: I get to pretend Im working awful hard researching the project by,...
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valen:
Very nice post in your "Dear Mr Bush" thread. It was very well written. Keep em coming.
penates:
Wow, GREAT mix. I love the XTC, Beach Boys and Camper Van Beethoven selections.
And congratulations, by the way.
And congratulations, by the way.
STRAWBERRY LETTER NUMBER 9:
Hello, My Dear:
The day a guy buries his dog seems like an awkward day to write a love letter. But it is not. As I was driving home, listening to Shuggie, thinking about my sad, stupid dog that I loved, and how love is such a painful, powerful thing sometimes, and yet, thank God for love, right? I mean the...
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Hello, My Dear:
The day a guy buries his dog seems like an awkward day to write a love letter. But it is not. As I was driving home, listening to Shuggie, thinking about my sad, stupid dog that I loved, and how love is such a painful, powerful thing sometimes, and yet, thank God for love, right? I mean the...
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penates:
Ahahaha... yeah, the funny thing about that is, my friend Andrew and I were calling bullshit on that girl from the beginning.
The sad thing is that, apparently, she's done this before...
The sad thing is that, apparently, she's done this before...
ferret:
"Empathize with your enemy, or risk your own humanity"
great post.
great post.