Tuesday Aug 24, 2004

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Do you ever feel like sometimes you are the little ant underneath a magnifying glass?

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inquiring minds want to know....
tink

\Tink\, n. A sharp, quick sound; a tinkle.

Main Entry: rigid
Pronunciation: 'rij-&d
Function: adjective
: deficient in or devoid of flexibility : characterized by stiffness <rigid muscles>

Main Entry: veto
Pronunciation: 'vE-tO
Function: noun
Inflected Form: plural vetoes
Etymology: Latin, I forbid, refuse assent to
1 : an authoritative prohibition

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kris7:
Yup. Then again, it's easy to feel that way under the Bush administration. wink

haha:
have you ever listened to Sould Coughing? I think you'd like them


Screenwriters Blues

" Exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers
jewels cleaving skin between breasts.

Your Cadillac breathes four hundred horses
over blue lines
you are going to Reseda
to make love to a model from Ohio
whose real name you don't know

you spin
like the cadillac was overturning down a cliff
on television
and the radio is on
and the radioman is speaking
and the radioman says
women were a curse
so men built Paramount
studios
and men built Columbia
studios
and men built
Los Angeles

it is 5 am
and you are listening
to Los Angeles

And the radioman says
it is a beautiful night out there!
And the radioman says
Rock and Roll lives!
And the radioman says
it is a beautiful night out there in Los Angeles
you live in Los Angeles
and you are going to Reseda;
we are all in some way or
another going to Reseda
someday
to die
and the radioman laughs because
the radioman fucks a model too

Gone savage
for teenagers with
automatic weapons and boundless love
gone savage for
teenagers who are aesthetically pleasing
in other words fly

Los Angeles beckons
the teenagers to come to her on buses;
Los Angeles loves
love

it is 5 am
and you are listening
to Los Angeles

I am going to
Los Angeles
to built a screenplay about
lovers who murder each other
I am going to Los Angeles
to see my own name on a screen,
five feet long and luminous
as the radioman says
it is 5 am
and the sun has charred
the other side of
the world and come back to us
and painted the smoke
over our heads an imperial violet
it is 5 am
and you are listening
to Los Angeles.

-soul coughing

[Edited on Aug 26, 2004 9:31PM]

[Edited on Aug 26, 2004 9:32PM]

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