kloiterra

it's not my tears that make me want to be and stay alone,
and i'd rather die that way than break another heart.

god damn this summer, and
customers. maybe people in general, but specifically some of my daily restaurant customers.
i'ts bad enough to be awake on purpose at 4am every morning,
"motherfucker deserves to eat spit," i grumble to the dishwasher as i prepare the picky-bastard-who-came-in-five-minutes-till-close's breakfast order, "but they ain't getting it from me today."
fact: in the seven years i've been cooking professionally, i've...
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ween and primus will be there on the first of two days,
and i know lupita would love to see cage the elephant on the second day,
but $90 a day to hang out with festival folk
in the dead of kansas summer
at the speedway of all places?
ween and primus...ween and primus...ween and primus...
and eminem, sts9, muse, flaming lips, ok go, flogging...
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two months ago, i returned from spring break to discover that the other half of my duplex had been rented out.
since then, there has been nonstop traffic, broken things in the front yard, garbage in the backyard, and the cops have come to my place twice looking for them.
at first i thought a guy and his young kids lived there, but in the...
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i wonder if people in asia get english text tattoos
and then worry when there's an english speaker around,
hoping that the text says what they were told it says.

call me cheap; i don't watch that much TV.
i have a pre-HD bigscreen with rabbit ears
that even with the government-issue digital receiver
gets only one channel--FOX from Topeka, KS.
...better than only getting the all-jesus-all-day-all-night channel i guess.
anyway, in my world, the lifetime achievement award
for consistently annoying commercials
goes to old navy.
i don't like em.

the nontheistic, buddhism-flavored paganism,
the quite ritualistic way i go about my routine things,
the focus on yoga breathing
and meditation; exercises for dreaming
and to access the subconscious.
it seems that the way i live (minus the intensive physics and math part)
is what is in liber kaos--the basis of chaos magic
that i was so interested in a couple of years back;
using...
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as midterm approaches, all of my classes suddenly require extensive projects to be completed. this happens every semester, but it always catches me off-guard. overwhelmed, i chose Poetry Writing as the class that would be skipped in order to focus on the other projects. i figured i'd get away with it as i have a good rapport with the teacher, the same guy who taught...
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"we believe the air is god. the water is god. the vegetable is god--we cannot live without them," he told me as i pushed the brick across the oily grill. i felt like i knew a bit about Hinduism, i actually read the book that the hare krishna guy sold me at some concert for a buck, and it contributed many threads to my personal...
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often, a little bit of what can kill you
will make you feel more alive than the act of not dying.
junkie slugs don't shoot heroin or meth, they shoot up salt.
friday night, i believe a gang of slugs crawled into my belly
with their little bags of pharmaceutical-grade sodium chloride junk and overdosed.
fucking amateurs.
they let the candles burn down out as...
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if you were to take a dream dictionary and removed all allusions to sleep, perhaps it could be marketed as a guide to omens. from validity's point of view, there's not much provable difference.
i spent my 35th birthday delivering bread to my friends. it was a long and detoured route that wound from HeeHaw through Browntown, past Parentsburg to P.Otts, where i stopped and...
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i feel like writing, but i haven't the time right now.
instead, read some odd Tom Waits:

Altar Boy (from Orphans: Brawlers, Bawlers & Bastards Disc 3)
He's an ol' altar boy
Lying out there in the street
He's an ol' alter boy
Bound up in leather and chains
That's why I'm feeling so blue
I'm an old altar boy
What about you?

Now, I...
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