it
is
the now.
is
the now.
yeah, so sunday i went on some sort of strange rampage in manhattan.
started in the village with 5-minus-1 pitchers and a dome fulla blow.
badgering and berating. waving leatherman supertool 200 blade-out menacingly devoted to the moment.
got in numerous verbal 'tercations, but no one felt duty bound to but the wild animal down.
scared the shit out of a bank security guard named...
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started in the village with 5-minus-1 pitchers and a dome fulla blow.
badgering and berating. waving leatherman supertool 200 blade-out menacingly devoted to the moment.
got in numerous verbal 'tercations, but no one felt duty bound to but the wild animal down.
scared the shit out of a bank security guard named...
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yeah, yeah, i know. i felt it. i noticed that too, when it moves, suddenly.
and yet, regardless of that, i continue onward, disallowing simian level thought wave chaos to accost me.
the broad convoluted truth is of no use to the man in the box with the short attention span.
he would rather watch bad "reality tv" than live inside each shining moment of...
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and yet, regardless of that, i continue onward, disallowing simian level thought wave chaos to accost me.
the broad convoluted truth is of no use to the man in the box with the short attention span.
he would rather watch bad "reality tv" than live inside each shining moment of...
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zeta
the two of us have congealed willingly into a slimy twin-headed perversion of broad-faced fervent rock and genuine, melodious narcissisim, poverty killing consumptive rage, gravity filling an empty page with heavy words.
daring you, from empathy to gray self-immolation, self-deprecating crowd contagion passed in a magic top hat filled with torn shreds of iridescent paper, now pick a postulate you like. the serendipity is...
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the two of us have congealed willingly into a slimy twin-headed perversion of broad-faced fervent rock and genuine, melodious narcissisim, poverty killing consumptive rage, gravity filling an empty page with heavy words.
daring you, from empathy to gray self-immolation, self-deprecating crowd contagion passed in a magic top hat filled with torn shreds of iridescent paper, now pick a postulate you like. the serendipity is...
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today i wrote and wrote and wrote...three good pages i'm proud of...the novel is on its way.
Zeta is alive and breathing. we're still working hard on crafting our first two songs, hierophant and shockwave. we also do a mean dirt. we hope to have enough for a rough e.p. by october, and all things considered, I don't really think that's a stretch. conceptually we're...
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Zeta is alive and breathing. we're still working hard on crafting our first two songs, hierophant and shockwave. we also do a mean dirt. we hope to have enough for a rough e.p. by october, and all things considered, I don't really think that's a stretch. conceptually we're...
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hello out there.
it's just me here. the lights shine in and
refract.
among many other things, i
would like to thank the forces of creation
for hypergraphia and flash pasteurized odwalla.
the urge to write is a quietly violent bursting of me.
the fine-line borders of the mind's eye bulge.
the whole of these thoughts have
a definite harmonic discordance, a little molten melody....
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it's just me here. the lights shine in and
refract.
among many other things, i
would like to thank the forces of creation
for hypergraphia and flash pasteurized odwalla.
the urge to write is a quietly violent bursting of me.
the fine-line borders of the mind's eye bulge.
the whole of these thoughts have
a definite harmonic discordance, a little molten melody....
Read More
gotta werk at 1.
the sun is up and out now, proudly.
flares of yesterday scorch my now.
my mouth feels and tastes ancient from the beer. the steel in my reserve.
you mthrfckrs should know better than to anoint such a violent headcase to any position requiring less than flinty mass appeal or foolish petty theft. there is no known innocence in my steps....
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the sun is up and out now, proudly.
flares of yesterday scorch my now.
my mouth feels and tastes ancient from the beer. the steel in my reserve.
you mthrfckrs should know better than to anoint such a violent headcase to any position requiring less than flinty mass appeal or foolish petty theft. there is no known innocence in my steps....
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i just wrote this all out once, then twitched like a bitch and hit the mouse and lost it all. don't that just beat all?
anywayz...hey!
Since no one ever reads what i write I'm really just writing this out for the love of the words and the subject, and for future posterity.
my name is treVaughn dixon
I have a band named ZETA (after...
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anywayz...hey!
Since no one ever reads what i write I'm really just writing this out for the love of the words and the subject, and for future posterity.
my name is treVaughn dixon
I have a band named ZETA (after...
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endlesssmith:
gotta werk at 1.
the sun is up and out now, proudly.
flares of yesterday scorch my now.
my mouth feels and tastes ancient from the beer. the steel in my reserve.
you mthrfckrs should know better than to anoint such a violent headcase to any position acquiring mass appeal or petty theft. there is no known innocence in my step. there are great waterfalls in my mind. my wings are pared down, so they don't smash the walls and knock over peoples teacups as i sleep and they watch and study my patterns.
the apparent fuzzy greyness of awareness is a blooming mustard gas cloud of too much coffee, man. or maybe not enuff.
blessed is she who shanks her ballz and goes playing in the ruff.
ow, shit, you didn't have to hit me, i'm sorry, i'll get up now...
the sun is up and out now, proudly.
flares of yesterday scorch my now.
my mouth feels and tastes ancient from the beer. the steel in my reserve.
you mthrfckrs should know better than to anoint such a violent headcase to any position acquiring mass appeal or petty theft. there is no known innocence in my step. there are great waterfalls in my mind. my wings are pared down, so they don't smash the walls and knock over peoples teacups as i sleep and they watch and study my patterns.
the apparent fuzzy greyness of awareness is a blooming mustard gas cloud of too much coffee, man. or maybe not enuff.
blessed is she who shanks her ballz and goes playing in the ruff.
ow, shit, you didn't have to hit me, i'm sorry, i'll get up now... ha ha HA-a! a-HA-a! a-HA!
hello Hekate!
loudly round the bending foundry borders, bounding proudly!
found the foundling rousing power. POP!
defining how it fell to me.
shit, this is so exciting! so, a lively mood.
hmmm. what to say of what i've got to do...
twerque, a'course. i got fi' jobs...
post office to post my wanted poster, pending, alive or pine box...
sending...
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hello Hekate!
loudly round the bending foundry borders, bounding proudly!
found the foundling rousing power. POP!
defining how it fell to me.
shit, this is so exciting! so, a lively mood.
hmmm. what to say of what i've got to do...
twerque, a'course. i got fi' jobs...
post office to post my wanted poster, pending, alive or pine box...
sending...
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hello to myself. said whaddap self!
I'm having a great day. I'm unemployed, but actually I'm just 'between jobs' since i start next week.
i keep meeting all these interesting people, making all these devastating strides, feeling out this levitating ride. becoming more... by the moment. I think i'll get some money today, from my old job. we'll see. that'd be nice. all we have...
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I'm having a great day. I'm unemployed, but actually I'm just 'between jobs' since i start next week.
i keep meeting all these interesting people, making all these devastating strides, feeling out this levitating ride. becoming more... by the moment. I think i'll get some money today, from my old job. we'll see. that'd be nice. all we have...
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xoxo night
Seeing as you seem down with philosophical shit i thought i'd ask if you'd read 'Lila: an enquiry into morals' by Robert M. Pirsig? (He did Zen & the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance in the 70's, this is the 90's-published follow up). It felt like someone had stabbed me in the brain when i first read it, real mind-blowing stuff.
If you're already aware of it, & can be arsed, drop by my journal, i always appreciate others thoughts on it. If you ain't read it then....er....check it out, it's a bit boring in parts but the philosophical theory he puts forward is well worth trawling through the shit for.
ps. this is the most interesting journal i've read in a while, well played! Sick to fucking death of self-righteous, self-indulgent, self-satisfying, attention-grabbing, whining cunts!