mrzablowdowski

Dark Roots: The Unauthorized Anna Nicole

Someday your camera crew and my camera crew will meet. Watch it. Later.
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November 22 2003 03:00PM

Chain of Fools

Goodbye cruel world! Catch a bus.
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November 23 2003 03:00PM

Boyz N the Hood

Increase the peace. Rolls off the tongue. Falls on dead ears.

"I'm not here for your amusement. You're here for mine.
And stop throwing things at me!"
- Johnny Rotten

So there.
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November 11 2003 05:00AM

It slip past the array of sensors to damage the kernal. The inherant complexity of the trouble commands the final destruction. The system is off line.
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November 16 2003 06:00AM

Drop in.
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November 16 2003 06:00PM

After...
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All tricks. All treats.

Lay back.

Up through the mist of the hot tub. Up through the mist of a chilling coastal autum night. The stars came to focus. All the silly, mean, absent minded follys of love were clear. The night was young.
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Pink strobe slice the dancers to neon cold cuts and the dance floor thick as a fat sandwich. Not the pills down the pipe...
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Ghosts of the Abyss in IMAX 3D.

Title sounds kind of creepy. Down deep, lower than the lowest. Chilling. Shapeless shadows. Bacteria existing on the rust of steel. Sea monsters. In the deep, I don't understand the romance of the Titanic.

A love lost. No romance, nor horror. The light and dark shadows of imagination hold no substance in the true light of day. The...
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At 07:00hr I remembered.

Shift change 08:30hr Monday October 20. Training. Power Systems CO815.

At 14:30hr my eyes were rolling.

At 19:00hr crashed.

I'm the night shift.

Good Night.

From the bumps and lumps and wrist on an ice pack, the limits were pounded and stretched. She just flew in from London, pop the corks on a couple of bottles of bubblie. Meet a smile and a pass at the door, slide up the bar for a cranberry and vodka. The lady is buying. The band hit the stage. Spin like marionette...
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I remember the seventies, at least half of it.

The Darkness

The first tattoo I saw, a tarantula crawls to the large gapping hole of a belly button, on a guy they called the animal. It was the animal being pushed into the back of the police car, pictured in newspaper, the day they broke up the club house. Not a club house more than a garage with plywood for windows. Not bikers more than boys...
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I was a kid. I was a kid that stamped hands at the track. Stamped hands at the gate of the summer fair. Cold town, the summer fair.

Love. Hate. Two four letter words. Tattoo the knuckles of many that passed through the gate. One hand gave. One hand took away. Don't matter which. No movie tough guy shtick. No joke.

Mr. Schatz, my nieghbour,...
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