Get me out of here right away.
In the UK for 10 days, after tommorow. Bye.
HAPPY 2005. The year of S&M. Right then.
I ERASED everything I just wrote. Too many words that didn't mean anything to many people. Goodnight... It's too hot here... I think I have a fever,
to tell.
CAMERAS are great, I mean unless you are some sort of pygmy from the Amazon whose soul they steal then they are great great stuff.
If you look around at pictures of anyone, anywhere, unless that person is ghastly unawares of how tragic their life seems, as it is recorded at the Chucky Cheese where brother is cramming chilli chese covered tokens into a malfunctioning defender game...
Which explains why I don't have a camera, not only have I just not earned it yet baby, nobody is bopping around ~my~ quote unquote... house, ready to be captured on film or to shoot me, that moment caught perfectly via ccd.
So when I get off that plane, have a camera ready as I step on the platform, and down into the breadth of oncomming traffic. We'll look so happy & alive!
AT LEAST my humor makes me laugh... Every now and again someone bumps something I made a 'hilariously-offbeat moronic comment' in... weeeeeee.......
The Shanti Project. Providing assistance and home care to the victimcs of HIV & Aids.
Evil spirits are not mental states but beings who never wanted to endure themselves.
-Artaud.
The rules of attraction.
Theresa Wayman, Food Service Girl
The Blood Jet is Poetry -Sylvia Plath
Dream Song 101
A shallow lake, with many waterbirds,
especially egrets: I was showing Mother around,
An extraordinary vivid dream
of Betty & Douglass, and Don—his mother's estate
was on the grounds of a lunatic asylum.
He showed me around.
A policeman trundled a siren up the walk.
It was 6:05 p.m., Don was late home.
I askt if he ever saw
the inmates—'No, they never leave their cells.'
Betty was downstairs, Don called down 'A drink'
while showering.
I can't go into the meaning of the dream
except to say a sense of total Loss
afflicted me therof:
an absolute disappearance of continuity & love
and children away at school, the weight of the cross,
and everything is what it seems.
-John Berryman Oct. 25, 1914, - Jan. 7, 1972
Loada.
There are only the dead
asleep in me,
some are free, they are outside
the others in this hellish dungheap where my thighbone ceaselessly goes forth and grazes in order to undermine hell.
-Artaud.
In the UK for 10 days, after tommorow. Bye.
HAPPY 2005. The year of S&M. Right then.
I ERASED everything I just wrote. Too many words that didn't mean anything to many people. Goodnight... It's too hot here... I think I have a fever,
to tell.
CAMERAS are great, I mean unless you are some sort of pygmy from the Amazon whose soul they steal then they are great great stuff.
If you look around at pictures of anyone, anywhere, unless that person is ghastly unawares of how tragic their life seems, as it is recorded at the Chucky Cheese where brother is cramming chilli chese covered tokens into a malfunctioning defender game...
Which explains why I don't have a camera, not only have I just not earned it yet baby, nobody is bopping around ~my~ quote unquote... house, ready to be captured on film or to shoot me, that moment caught perfectly via ccd.
So when I get off that plane, have a camera ready as I step on the platform, and down into the breadth of oncomming traffic. We'll look so happy & alive!
AT LEAST my humor makes me laugh... Every now and again someone bumps something I made a 'hilariously-offbeat moronic comment' in... weeeeeee.......
The Shanti Project. Providing assistance and home care to the victimcs of HIV & Aids.
Evil spirits are not mental states but beings who never wanted to endure themselves.
-Artaud.
The rules of attraction.
Theresa Wayman, Food Service Girl
The Blood Jet is Poetry -Sylvia Plath
Dream Song 101
A shallow lake, with many waterbirds,
especially egrets: I was showing Mother around,
An extraordinary vivid dream
of Betty & Douglass, and Don—his mother's estate
was on the grounds of a lunatic asylum.
He showed me around.
A policeman trundled a siren up the walk.
It was 6:05 p.m., Don was late home.
I askt if he ever saw
the inmates—'No, they never leave their cells.'
Betty was downstairs, Don called down 'A drink'
while showering.
I can't go into the meaning of the dream
except to say a sense of total Loss
afflicted me therof:
an absolute disappearance of continuity & love
and children away at school, the weight of the cross,
and everything is what it seems.
-John Berryman Oct. 25, 1914, - Jan. 7, 1972
Loada.
There are only the dead
asleep in me,
some are free, they are outside
the others in this hellish dungheap where my thighbone ceaselessly goes forth and grazes in order to undermine hell.
-Artaud.
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Have a good time in the UK...sounds like you need a better year in 2005.
my profile picture is of Los Angeles... i got it off of www.fuckitall.com