Coffee
Current mood: awake
The three major coffee producing areas of the world--Indonesia, Africa, and South America, are on speed dial on my phone.
I wake up as Mr. Hyde and my morning joe turns me into...a slightly more manegable version of Mr. Hyde.
McDonald's cofee has a strange, acidic taste to it--I imagine it is how Victory coffee must taste in George Orwell's 1984....
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Current mood: awake
The three major coffee producing areas of the world--Indonesia, Africa, and South America, are on speed dial on my phone.
I wake up as Mr. Hyde and my morning joe turns me into...a slightly more manegable version of Mr. Hyde.
McDonald's cofee has a strange, acidic taste to it--I imagine it is how Victory coffee must taste in George Orwell's 1984....
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lunna:
I loved reading your entry. My vice is smoking and while it would be good to stop..I'm content.
lunna:
Sure ask away we can be friends in a non mr. rogers sounding way.
Here is a poem by Charles Bukowski that I really like:
Dostoevsky
against the wall, the firing squad ready.
then he got a reprieve.
suppose they had shot Dostoevsky?
I suppose it wouldn't have
mattered
not directly.
there are billions of people who have
never read him and never
will.
but as a young man I know that he
got me through the factories,
past...
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Dostoevsky
against the wall, the firing squad ready.
then he got a reprieve.
suppose they had shot Dostoevsky?
I suppose it wouldn't have
mattered
not directly.
there are billions of people who have
never read him and never
will.
but as a young man I know that he
got me through the factories,
past...
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I remember exactly where I was when John Lennon was shot...I was in the bedroom of my cheap off-campus apartment (Bowling Green State University) working out a song on my acoustic guitar. The song was called Xanadu (bad title, I should have changed the title--damn it's still called Xanadu) I was trying to write like Neil Young ala "Sugar Mountain." The first verse went "All...
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lecia:
i hate the holidays....so depressing 
lunna:
Thanks Sweetie. Your comment made my day.
I was watching this thing on Trio about the evolution of country music. It seems that during the 60s, bluegrass players found a new niche playing for the counter-culture, hippies and what not. They even showed a group (don't know who it was) playing at some festival with wild psychedelic effects behind them. Hilarious. I think this would be a great story idea--a whole bunch...
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the_mad_monk:
That's kinda like the song "Gone country" were the guy talks about how some of the "The stuff isn't much different, than Dylan"
Yes i read "South of no north" liked it pretty well! I think i've read most all of Hank's short story collections. Another good one is, "Run with the hunted, the Bukowski reader"
Yes i read "South of no north" liked it pretty well! I think i've read most all of Hank's short story collections. Another good one is, "Run with the hunted, the Bukowski reader"
lecia:
thnx 
thnx 
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the_mad_monk:
Factotum, is my favorite of his novels, and I really like "The most beautiful girl in town" a collection of short stories. You want edge, that one has it in spades
lecia:
np... 
Image from 1980
We are both on my sister's bed, strong moonlight coming through the window looking to drown a werewolf. She has been sucking my cock for about half an hour now to no avail--I just can't seem to get hard. But she soldiers on, sucking at the root of my drunken chaos while I idly reach down to caress one of her breasts....
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We are both on my sister's bed, strong moonlight coming through the window looking to drown a werewolf. She has been sucking my cock for about half an hour now to no avail--I just can't seem to get hard. But she soldiers on, sucking at the root of my drunken chaos while I idly reach down to caress one of her breasts....
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I have decided no more narrative:
The Incredible Forensic Foreplay Machine
Current mood: hot
The incredible forensic foreplay machine strode across the blasted landscape of stripmall heaven, its mandibles shaking, its compound eyes undressing the sleek chassis of hydroelectric women...it was delightful devolution on four peglegs as the snow came down like manna and stuck in its soul...despair that it would never meet its kind...
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The Incredible Forensic Foreplay Machine
Current mood: hot
The incredible forensic foreplay machine strode across the blasted landscape of stripmall heaven, its mandibles shaking, its compound eyes undressing the sleek chassis of hydroelectric women...it was delightful devolution on four peglegs as the snow came down like manna and stuck in its soul...despair that it would never meet its kind...
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So, here I sit, at the computer--updating my journal...perusing the boards...looking at my fuzzy stupid face in my profile pic...I should be working on something, but what does it matter? The only thing I have ever had published is two poems in my college literary magazine in twenty years of writing.
Sitting in Starbucks today, working on the book--I seem to be going through the...
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Sitting in Starbucks today, working on the book--I seem to be going through the...
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leavemehere:
That's what you get for sitting in a Starbucks. 
Hasn't been a very good day. They turned off my cell-phone and I don't have the money to pay the bill right now. And then, my stupid laptop went south on me. Thanks to everyone on the boards who gave me advice. And I am so lonely I think I could fall down.
I've decided to be creative. I don't know if anyone here has ever read the Archy poems by Don Marquis? They are a series of poems told from the perspective of a cockroach who supposedly wandered into Marquis' newspaper office one night and started churning out stuff on his typewriter. Anyway, this poem is an imitation of the Archy poems. I was reading a lot...
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