you fucked barry manilow
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billyfivecrows:
billyfivecrows:
"Her teeth were rotten. There
Was something left
In the frontseat, glowing..."
Do you want to see it? Hold it
In me, opposable lantern
Dark twist, dancing belly
Entrancing jelly, bread.
(Her teeth were silver, and
Her neck would bend
At the base of her
Skull, common. But
The body burned
It did, the ashes
Into paste, I made clay
I did, but to breathe...
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Was something left
In the frontseat, glowing..."
Do you want to see it? Hold it
In me, opposable lantern
Dark twist, dancing belly
Entrancing jelly, bread.
(Her teeth were silver, and
Her neck would bend
At the base of her
Skull, common. But
The body burned
It did, the ashes
Into paste, I made clay
I did, but to breathe...
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testykitten:
sometimes very interesting. sometimes shockingly dull. i have a great job, though. i always look forward to it even through the trying times (like now).
occassionally i dream about my teeth. i had one recently that my molar grew to be so large that i couldnt close my mouth. it could be seen forcing my jaw open- like a big cartoon tooth.
occassionally i dream about my teeth. i had one recently that my molar grew to be so large that i couldnt close my mouth. it could be seen forcing my jaw open- like a big cartoon tooth.
fred:
good for you and the ex. If I ever got back it would have to be quite a while. I'm consigned in thinking it's entirely over actually.
I only got about 4 hours sleep last night... from being wound up after a bad phone call of said ex.
And what got me started on the staying up kick was the weed. I'll be smoking and watching TV on the weekend nights until about 5am.
I only got about 4 hours sleep last night... from being wound up after a bad phone call of said ex.
And what got me started on the staying up kick was the weed. I'll be smoking and watching TV on the weekend nights until about 5am.
milkbath
White on white, breathe.
Nostrils where the nipples
Should be, feed.
The puzzle is something
Subtle: two islands
Inbetween soft iron, a
Piano dipped in butter, a
Boulder in the mouth
Of Joseph, a knitted
Twine, now, a blanket
Proximity, the true depth
A melted pearl, ankle high.
(Hateful lord, the hunter
Of children, the porcelain
Of birth remains. Drink
Coffee, count stars, tune...
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White on white, breathe.
Nostrils where the nipples
Should be, feed.
The puzzle is something
Subtle: two islands
Inbetween soft iron, a
Piano dipped in butter, a
Boulder in the mouth
Of Joseph, a knitted
Twine, now, a blanket
Proximity, the true depth
A melted pearl, ankle high.
(Hateful lord, the hunter
Of children, the porcelain
Of birth remains. Drink
Coffee, count stars, tune...
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y:
I take it all back 
judas:
nah. just the title of the white stripes song in my head.
daymare
In the metal belly of science
A glad-handed childishness will not do.
Deprived, yet cautious of it's nature
Deprivation would engender curiosity
If not so common, would be
A spur mounted to a tree
Where one would bring the horses
To make them rub there their sides...
from "undersamesky"
In the metal belly of science
A glad-handed childishness will not do.
Deprived, yet cautious of it's nature
Deprivation would engender curiosity
If not so common, would be
A spur mounted to a tree
Where one would bring the horses
To make them rub there their sides...
from "undersamesky"
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huck:
the new Bouville is kickass. not only is the fresh content more numerous and dynamic, but the design itself has been overhauled, and it's so damn slick. in fact, it looks almost...professional. 
thanks for spreading the word. is your friend a writer/artist?
Wols? wo ist Wols? the picture (tentatively titled 'Naked Body & Flaming Head') is by my latest recruit, a young man by the name of Harry Sanderson. he does etchings and digital art, and is also in Holiday Stabbings. a larger version of this piece and another original of his will be featured in the Winter Post. it's great to have him on board; now we are four!
i'm so gonna buy your collection. how is the courting of publishers going? much promising interest i hope. is it a "chapbook" (hate that word) affair or a full-blown book?
yes, here in the Midlands it is cold, wet n windy. tonight it will be -3, or so i hear. the trees are growing skeletal. i'd like to see a pic of your town if poss...?
so are you completely tee-total these days? i'm at that place where i can't shun the love of drink, but i anticipate the romance to backfire any day now, which should give me pause for thought...
Happy Thanksgiving to you, sir.
thanks for spreading the word. is your friend a writer/artist?
Wols? wo ist Wols? the picture (tentatively titled 'Naked Body & Flaming Head') is by my latest recruit, a young man by the name of Harry Sanderson. he does etchings and digital art, and is also in Holiday Stabbings. a larger version of this piece and another original of his will be featured in the Winter Post. it's great to have him on board; now we are four!
i'm so gonna buy your collection. how is the courting of publishers going? much promising interest i hope. is it a "chapbook" (hate that word) affair or a full-blown book?
yes, here in the Midlands it is cold, wet n windy. tonight it will be -3, or so i hear. the trees are growing skeletal. i'd like to see a pic of your town if poss...?
so are you completely tee-total these days? i'm at that place where i can't shun the love of drink, but i anticipate the romance to backfire any day now, which should give me pause for thought...
Happy Thanksgiving to you, sir.
eccentric:
i'm doing well. trying to keep time for creativity...it's hard balence. that last piece was not one of my best...trying to hard 
thanks for reading though! love your friends pic of Chick-Turkey above!
thanks for reading though! love your friends pic of Chick-Turkey above!the temple (vintage instrumental)
The satyr
Crouched near
Mirror, licking
Dew from
The mouth below
The triangle.
Your future is the nerves, glowing.
Palms up, over, across, crossed
(Nails or flowers. Tooth of hours.
Greasepaint on a statue. Sincerely
I commit to call you
God. I started to scream, but
My throat filled with bells, opportunity
To expel and collect the notes,
Dissonance bestowed, something...
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The satyr
Crouched near
Mirror, licking
Dew from
The mouth below
The triangle.
Your future is the nerves, glowing.
Palms up, over, across, crossed
(Nails or flowers. Tooth of hours.
Greasepaint on a statue. Sincerely
I commit to call you
God. I started to scream, but
My throat filled with bells, opportunity
To expel and collect the notes,
Dissonance bestowed, something...
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vuokko:
Ah, gladly. I found it to be an interesting excercise, just observing what popped to mind to write down.
I need to get that address to you soon.
If you want something custom, let me know. I'd be glad to have my work become a part of your work, so long as I get credit!
Yes, I understand now. It's that whole, "Huh? NOW? Why?" thing.
Ooh, poor kitten! Get her to the vet soon, OK?
I need to get that address to you soon.
If you want something custom, let me know. I'd be glad to have my work become a part of your work, so long as I get credit!
Yes, I understand now. It's that whole, "Huh? NOW? Why?" thing.
Ooh, poor kitten! Get her to the vet soon, OK?
judas:
i am fairly sure that the ladders represent people, the shorter one the lad i am dating, the taller one some others who have in my romantic sphere in the last few months. so, for certain, in that analysis, the shorter one is sturdier, and preferred.
it's the storm that scares me.
i am happy that someone else, other than my best friend and i gets the hanson love.
it's the storm that scares me.
i am happy that someone else, other than my best friend and i gets the hanson love.
Does it all need permission?
The shedding of margins
The startled flowers
The transient expression
Of jubilation, the scar
Of comprehension.
The wind stammers
If sheltered, the
Party-colored bones
Ache in the grayness
Of "What you've done"
"What you've done"
What you've done
Is wave like a spinning
Fan, menstruate
Like a stone, feed
Like the pressing
Of one lip to
A satellite and
The...
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The shedding of margins
The startled flowers
The transient expression
Of jubilation, the scar
Of comprehension.
The wind stammers
If sheltered, the
Party-colored bones
Ache in the grayness
Of "What you've done"
"What you've done"
What you've done
Is wave like a spinning
Fan, menstruate
Like a stone, feed
Like the pressing
Of one lip to
A satellite and
The...
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y:
Better and better.
Has a negative air to it, though. How are things with her?
I.
Has a negative air to it, though. How are things with her?
I.
xip:
are you published or submitting? you have a gift.
xip
xip
old hat
Sits on my
Blonde
Rug. What
Year were
Your eyebrows
Born? Raise them
To know
Suprise. Saturation.
Too much, then
Craving when
Taken
Away.
Kabuki escargot.
Grease paint
On a squeaky face,
Slower pace, becoming
Silent...
(Up the jealous
Hill. We're short
But we have legs. Cold
Heads, old
Heart, polish
Each grain
Of sand
To high sheen, riddles
In generosity
Of busy...
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Sits on my
Blonde
Rug. What
Year were
Your eyebrows
Born? Raise them
To know
Suprise. Saturation.
Too much, then
Craving when
Taken
Away.
Kabuki escargot.
Grease paint
On a squeaky face,
Slower pace, becoming
Silent...
(Up the jealous
Hill. We're short
But we have legs. Cold
Heads, old
Heart, polish
Each grain
Of sand
To high sheen, riddles
In generosity
Of busy...
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y:
Well I hope the next few days turn out for the best, one way or another - good luck 
Pygmy wookies? Which ones are they?
I.
Pygmy wookies? Which ones are they?
I.
Hi.
Not in a terribly clear world of mind to comment on so many wonderful journal entries of friends and bookmarks. Nothing bad or wrong, just swiss-cheese-brain and elastic attention span.
So I'll catch-up and keep up soon. Love to you all.
Even the folks on my friends list I barely hear from, or I've never even heard one single word from. Maybe even especially...
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Not in a terribly clear world of mind to comment on so many wonderful journal entries of friends and bookmarks. Nothing bad or wrong, just swiss-cheese-brain and elastic attention span.
So I'll catch-up and keep up soon. Love to you all.
Even the folks on my friends list I barely hear from, or I've never even heard one single word from. Maybe even especially...
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hellomrworld:
i def. feel confused sometimes ... just let it happen sometimes
vuokko:
I know what you mean, I think. Does it all tie in to being overwhelmed? Because that's the one I know.
Take care,
~V
Take care,
~V
"I paid my dues, now they're hunting me down 'cause I forgot my change!"
"I like the smell of horseshit. Really."
"Bamboo is a grass. A very tall grass."
There were mice living
In the rice. There were ghosts
As surrogate hosts; there was
Mud drying on the walls in sheets.
"A snapping sound."
"Buddhas made of fur."
If you will, you were.
If you...
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"I like the smell of horseshit. Really."
"Bamboo is a grass. A very tall grass."
There were mice living
In the rice. There were ghosts
As surrogate hosts; there was
Mud drying on the walls in sheets.
"A snapping sound."
"Buddhas made of fur."
If you will, you were.
If you...
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prockgirlscout:
You're like the new Frank Zappa. I dig it.
I dig it.
prockgirlscout:
I wouldn't give it to much creedence. Most of the world's inhabitants are entirely incomprehensible to me so they go in the Zappa category.
I don't know man, if someone was like, I sure could go for a new Frank Zappa song and like Dweezil and that other kid are too busy hosting Pet Stars or whatever the fuck, you could write the new songs for them.
I don't know man, if someone was like, I sure could go for a new Frank Zappa song and like Dweezil and that other kid are too busy hosting Pet Stars or whatever the fuck, you could write the new songs for them.
Breast between thumbs, certain
To be numb given time and
Novacaine from Chronos. If I
Were in right mind I might
Erase that last line, but here is
The palm read, the redhead
And the silver lifeline, ugly
Time sewn with thorn and thread
Into a shirt for Jesus and a spread
For the bed, it's warm. Carpentry
With an icepick. Cold wine; make mine...
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To be numb given time and
Novacaine from Chronos. If I
Were in right mind I might
Erase that last line, but here is
The palm read, the redhead
And the silver lifeline, ugly
Time sewn with thorn and thread
Into a shirt for Jesus and a spread
For the bed, it's warm. Carpentry
With an icepick. Cold wine; make mine...
Read More
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hellsforheroes:
Its good to know...
that I don't know...
And its comforting to know
that the world can still be serendipitous....
because there are things i don't know...
there is an extra sense of connectivity in your improv...
that I don't know...
And its comforting to know
that the world can still be serendipitous....
because there are things i don't know...
there is an extra sense of connectivity in your improv...
y:
It sounds right; to my ears at least.
Oh crivvens - my love life! *groan, groan* and treble *groan*. I've no idea what's going on, and not in the good way that you've got just now. I sent her a wee present for Halloween (her favourite day of the year) and I haven't heard from her since. I put it partly down to her uncle dying a few days before Halloween, which she told me about in a brief e-mail. But even before that I hadn't heard from her in what felt to me like far too long. And I'm just plain dying now - withering like an unwatered house-plant. She's always very busy, with stuff she mostly doesn't tell me about, and she's very involved with/ attached to her family - she lives with her parents and brother (and she's the same age as me, by the way) - so, I don't know what to think about her silences. She gets morose sometimes, like me, and doesn't like to communicate with anyone, even friends, so that's maybe what she's feeling now. It's so frustrating. I just want to see her and talk to her, and get straight how we feel about each other. I'm thinking about asking her to meet me in Glasgow but I'm terrified she'll say "Naaahhhh". I'm still not at all sure she feels about me the way I feel about her. I think she feels the same way, but is just a mysterious, shy creature by nature. But *shrug*, or IDK, as you say. Mixed signals aplenty. Actually, reading this back, it doesn't even sound like she likes me in that way at all. The one case is as likely as the other.
My poor heart
I.
Oh crivvens - my love life! *groan, groan* and treble *groan*. I've no idea what's going on, and not in the good way that you've got just now. I sent her a wee present for Halloween (her favourite day of the year) and I haven't heard from her since. I put it partly down to her uncle dying a few days before Halloween, which she told me about in a brief e-mail. But even before that I hadn't heard from her in what felt to me like far too long. And I'm just plain dying now - withering like an unwatered house-plant. She's always very busy, with stuff she mostly doesn't tell me about, and she's very involved with/ attached to her family - she lives with her parents and brother (and she's the same age as me, by the way) - so, I don't know what to think about her silences. She gets morose sometimes, like me, and doesn't like to communicate with anyone, even friends, so that's maybe what she's feeling now. It's so frustrating. I just want to see her and talk to her, and get straight how we feel about each other. I'm thinking about asking her to meet me in Glasgow but I'm terrified she'll say "Naaahhhh". I'm still not at all sure she feels about me the way I feel about her. I think she feels the same way, but is just a mysterious, shy creature by nature. But *shrug*, or IDK, as you say. Mixed signals aplenty. Actually, reading this back, it doesn't even sound like she likes me in that way at all. The one case is as likely as the other.
My poor heart
I.
1.
Any
Other
Secret
But
This one: Practice
She wondered
Over and
Over. It is
My breath
Delay, my way
Thrilling a
Bad toss into
Melody. I couldn't say
"Sunlight ambling. Bare down."
You saw bird and long-body
I learned to clear it with existence
Actuate intermittance
Speak without mouthing a sound
It flutters...
2.
Nothing to.
3.
The hamfist
The elbows hiss
The feet...
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Any
Other
Secret
But
This one: Practice
She wondered
Over and
Over. It is
My breath
Delay, my way
Thrilling a
Bad toss into
Melody. I couldn't say
"Sunlight ambling. Bare down."
You saw bird and long-body
I learned to clear it with existence
Actuate intermittance
Speak without mouthing a sound
It flutters...
2.
Nothing to.
3.
The hamfist
The elbows hiss
The feet...
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y:
Thanks again.
I like the words 'ledger line'; I like the letter L, it makes me feel just a little bit silly
I like the words 'ledger line'; I like the letter L, it makes me feel just a little bit silly
lightfixtures
To sever ministrations at their cordiality,
to instaed inspire through twist of trust,
the color of comfort a fountain of
shrewd layer, permeable as to the
penetration of only it's own arc.
To utilize the trite as effective device,
minus irony. Flowery remedy of the acidic,
formulaic as homage, down-washed with
absurdity. Snakemeat and rose petals.
To rhythm chewing on its' own teeth, deep...
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To sever ministrations at their cordiality,
to instaed inspire through twist of trust,
the color of comfort a fountain of
shrewd layer, permeable as to the
penetration of only it's own arc.
To utilize the trite as effective device,
minus irony. Flowery remedy of the acidic,
formulaic as homage, down-washed with
absurdity. Snakemeat and rose petals.
To rhythm chewing on its' own teeth, deep...
Read More
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y:
Do you believe in the tittie fairy?
y:
What are her titties like?