misterpoop

Dear Everyone,
I am living on a mountain outside of a village called Cunha. I am on a small farm or a sitio as they say. The mountain is called: Mountain of The Stars. (for good reason) In the morning when the clouds drift in and fill the valleys below, it appears as though I were standing on a cloud. It is here that I...
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Secrets

The first time I had entered the Upside Down Love Forest was with Lily when I was nine years old. We went looking for Blueberries.
Were on a mission, She said, For special blueberries. Special?
Yes. She said. They have magical properties.
We walked for hours through he thick foliage. It was me following her, as it would be for our entire lives with...
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The flutter of pigeon flying off his windowsill gave him the sensation of flight. Again the forgot thoughts that where supposed to give sense to his life where the tension of past tenses were no longer matter. The shrinking light.

Morning people are so much different than night people. I think I should like to be a morning person.

An ending I do not know....
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Poiesis of a Ludic State


The truth of the ludic abides by no belief; instead, such truth is entertained as one of many hypothetical alternatives. It is merely a Potentiality.

---C. Bok---



Are you writing these days?
no not much.

---from Conversations with The Sister---
By Sir Kowski circa 2006 when the author was engaged in violent pataphysical experiments with his penis for an indeterminable...
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We walked south toward Jane St. and Washington where the suicide had occurred. The corner was taped off and the body gone. Tomorrow the papers will mention the possibility of foul play because contusions were found from Lilys boots when she kicked him. The investigation will drag on for months and finally close as a suicide. Lily will follow the investigation and mail in cryptic...
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We woke to a heavy down pour. Dehydrated, mad with love. She shifted on to her side and the boat rocked.
I love the sound of rain.
Me too. She said. It reminds me of Jenny.
We lay there in the darkness and traced the features of her memory with my finger, down her cheek and over her lips. But she was stuffed with Forever...
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Here in the sun. Warming the feet from the God-blast that rides the leaf wiggle over Nova Scotia, Hate Boy and I Lazy by the garden stared at the sky. We had tomato and onion sandwiches with gobs of warm mayonnaise. I had eaten mine. Hate Boys lay next to him on a paper plate by his plastic cup of cows milk which came fresh...
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Here in the late April something cold trout wind plays your bones in the post wet, in a dirge that dismantles the ligament. What is it that you were going to write? Northern Annie had turned her back? That we knew. But for this long? Leaves a tug in the Muscle that moors you in the third month of winter when the skies were gray....
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the dry grass that pulls you under.
During Northern Annie when the mouth is choked with Sadness, the epidermal skein begins to contract and swell taking up the eternal pressure the way tea Kettles make artificial cloud frusc for the scared wrinkles of Mother Love.
You see, the smell of dry grass even in the winter was enough to pull me under. When the fog...
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I am going to speak to you now of Northern Annies cigar made out of Buzz Trout and wind.

It is when she turns her back that it provides the reversal that gives you the memories of many autumns, though now here, years before Captain Red would take George, long before the congregation of prisoners that gathered on the shore line for Lily, it is...
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Eventually it happens. You love something so much, that the desired object eventually morphemes under alchemical stress. There is mutation that torque's the muscle into tree root. Usually Elm or Sequoia depending on your geographical heart quadrant. And so it is with my Lily who has twisted into a Sequoia of immense proportions within the Upside-down Love Forest of dry rain, pollen, spore and hope....
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Transformed into a sea dragon last night and broke the surface and flew into the air about a hundred feet into the air. My neck was ten feet long, covered in scales. I had a mouth full of daggers. Noxious foam splayed across my cheeks. The sky was smoking and sulfurous. Gun shots were heard and I gave two massive pumps with my wings and...
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