i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the...
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a cook was butchering an ox for duke wen hui. the places his hand touched, his shoulder leaned against, his foot stepped on, his knee pressed upon, came apart with a sound. he moved the blade, making a noise that never fell out of rhythm. it harmonized with the mulberry woods dance, like music from ancient times. duke wen hui exclaimed: "ah! excellent! your skill...
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jena:
i will probably attend another show next year.
geometricalfuck:
Well, I'm in Jersey 30 miles away from NYC. I'll be in SoHo tomorrow morning, so I might make it to CBGB's. It all depends what I can convince my girlfriend of.
Thanks for the insightful website. I appreciate it.
Maybe I'll see you tomorrow. Maybe not. Regardless, thanks for responding.
Thank you.
Thanks for the insightful website. I appreciate it.
Maybe I'll see you tomorrow. Maybe not. Regardless, thanks for responding.
Thank you.
when the boy's head, full of raw torment,
longs for hazy dreams to swarm in white,
two charming older sisters come to his bed
with slender fingers and silvery nails.
they sit him at a casement window, thrown
open on a mass of flowers basking in blue air,
and run the fine, intimidating witchcraft
of their fingers through his dew-dank hair.
he listens to their...
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longs for hazy dreams to swarm in white,
two charming older sisters come to his bed
with slender fingers and silvery nails.
they sit him at a casement window, thrown
open on a mass of flowers basking in blue air,
and run the fine, intimidating witchcraft
of their fingers through his dew-dank hair.
he listens to their...
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geometricalfuck:
post script:
I was scanning up and saw Def Jux. Being a man of the NY, did you ever see Company Flow live?
I was scanning up and saw Def Jux. Being a man of the NY, did you ever see Company Flow live?
sweet_evil:
Excellent poem. you are well read. I love all the stuff you quote...
Drangonlance series: an excellent fantasy novel to lose yourself in...no fault in wanting to live in that world for a while....
Everyone needs a good depressive time. those days were sometime around seventh, eights and nineth grade for me...although I fall into those times again every now and then. lighting the candles, writing poetry and song, wearing all black, drinking untill I pass out and self mutination...its a good thing I don't scar...for me, radiohead, tori amos, morrissey...times when I just want to feel like life is ending...only to be reborn again a few months later to ask myself what the hell I was so depressed for...
Drangonlance series: an excellent fantasy novel to lose yourself in...no fault in wanting to live in that world for a while....
Everyone needs a good depressive time. those days were sometime around seventh, eights and nineth grade for me...although I fall into those times again every now and then. lighting the candles, writing poetry and song, wearing all black, drinking untill I pass out and self mutination...its a good thing I don't scar...for me, radiohead, tori amos, morrissey...times when I just want to feel like life is ending...only to be reborn again a few months later to ask myself what the hell I was so depressed for...
black was the without eye
black the within tongue
black was the heart
black the liver, black the lungs
unable to suck in light
black the blood in its loud tunnel
black the bowels packed in furnace
black too the muscles
striving to pull out into the light
black the nerves, black the brain
with its tombed visions
black also the soul, the huge stammer...
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black the within tongue
black was the heart
black the liver, black the lungs
unable to suck in light
black the blood in its loud tunnel
black the bowels packed in furnace
black too the muscles
striving to pull out into the light
black the nerves, black the brain
with its tombed visions
black also the soul, the huge stammer...
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beta:
did you say ART STUFF?!?!?!?
i ♥ art stuff.
(workfase)
i ♥ art stuff.
(workfase)
sweet_evil:
I liked that.
It has a nice rhythem
And I like the way it flips...
Reminds me of some of my friends in high school....
Self destructive and loving it, but living in it all so they can turn a blind eye...
It has a nice rhythem
And I like the way it flips...
Reminds me of some of my friends in high school....
Self destructive and loving it, but living in it all so they can turn a blind eye...
you tossed a blanket from the bed
you lay upon your back, and waited;
you dozed, and watched the night revealing
the thousand sordid images
of which your soul was constituted;
they flickered against the ceiling.
and when all the world came back
and the light crept up between the shutters
and you heard the sparrows in the gutters,
you had such a vision of...
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you lay upon your back, and waited;
you dozed, and watched the night revealing
the thousand sordid images
of which your soul was constituted;
they flickered against the ceiling.
and when all the world came back
and the light crept up between the shutters
and you heard the sparrows in the gutters,
you had such a vision of...
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zola25:
I think the Jose thing is all a ploy. The papers here like to write stuff about him because it sells their dirty rags. He'll stay I'm 100% sure of it! 
beta:
yeah, i was depressed.
m.ward makes me depressed.
but only for the length of time it takes the album to play through.
m.ward makes me depressed.
but only for the length of time it takes the album to play through.
one must have a mind of winter
to regard the frost and the boughs
of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
and have been cold a long time
to behold the junipers shagged with ice,
the spruces rough in the distant glitter
of the january sun; and not to think
of any misery in the sound of the wind,
in the sound of a few leaves,...
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to regard the frost and the boughs
of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
and have been cold a long time
to behold the junipers shagged with ice,
the spruces rough in the distant glitter
of the january sun; and not to think
of any misery in the sound of the wind,
in the sound of a few leaves,...
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jena:
wow, Coco's comment above is awesome.
i'm back in Philthy
i'm back in Philthy
herxredxdeath:
has spring sprung in n.y?
chicago is cold.
the air is still and void of scent or stench,
like something long dead.
lets hope we are capable of ressurection.
chicago is cold.
the air is still and void of scent or stench,
like something long dead.
lets hope we are capable of ressurection.
"a lie told often enough becomes the truth."
-vladimir ilyich lenin
fucking jersey. you would have thought lemmy kilmister was worth the trip, and if he was it was only marginally so. never have i been surrounded by so many freaks, vagabonds, ne'er do wells, and all around bottom feeders. forgive me if i sound arrogant or pompass, but i should have known to turn...
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-vladimir ilyich lenin
fucking jersey. you would have thought lemmy kilmister was worth the trip, and if he was it was only marginally so. never have i been surrounded by so many freaks, vagabonds, ne'er do wells, and all around bottom feeders. forgive me if i sound arrogant or pompass, but i should have known to turn...
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jena:
damn right you are corrected! 
i need to call Justin b/c i'd prefer a guest list as i would be paying 30 just ot get ot nY....it may be worth it b/c it falls on off days from work where i could have some nice family time. i must think.
i need to call Justin b/c i'd prefer a guest list as i would be paying 30 just ot get ot nY....it may be worth it b/c it falls on off days from work where i could have some nice family time. i must think.
fancier:
Yea so like, I'm still waiting for my mail to come. You should draw me a picture for my fridge.
i suspect writing is a bit like fucking, which is only fun for amateurs. old whores don't do much giggling.
-hunter s. thompson
there is a jackass at the port authority bowling alley who acts like he's seen it all. he walks back and forth, up and down the lanes, goading the patrons into bowling various spares and strikes or some such combinations in return...
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-hunter s. thompson
there is a jackass at the port authority bowling alley who acts like he's seen it all. he walks back and forth, up and down the lanes, goading the patrons into bowling various spares and strikes or some such combinations in return...
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zola25:
4-2! GET IN!
whoozywhatzy:
No worries...it wasn't the mystery bus you have yet to see. it was my mom's boat.
Visit my page..then you'll know what I'm talking bout, Willis.
Visit my page..then you'll know what I'm talking bout, Willis.
these guys are going to be your next favorite band:
www.bigbigbusiness.com
edited to add that i realized today when i got my king diamond tickets that i'll be in london when he's playing. sumanabencha. anyway if anybody is looking for a pair of tickets to see the danish darklord himself, i flip 'em for face. april 20th.
www.bigbigbusiness.com
edited to add that i realized today when i got my king diamond tickets that i'll be in london when he's playing. sumanabencha. anyway if anybody is looking for a pair of tickets to see the danish darklord himself, i flip 'em for face. april 20th.
zola25:
Hello mate, I'm hoping I've got a ticket to Cardiff next Sunday!
beta:
we missed bowling. 
we missed DRUNKEN bowling.
we missed DRUNKEN bowling.
the car's on fire
and there's no driver at the wheel
and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
and a dark wind blows
the government is corrupt
and we're on so many drugs
with the radio on and the curtains drawn
we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
and the machine is bleeding to death
the sun has fallen...
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and there's no driver at the wheel
and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
and a dark wind blows
the government is corrupt
and we're on so many drugs
with the radio on and the curtains drawn
we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
and the machine is bleeding to death
the sun has fallen...
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whoozywhatzy:
hmmm.
fancier:
[]D [] []V[] []D
[Edited on Feb 18, 2005 5:36AM]
[Edited on Feb 18, 2005 5:36AM]
i should have thought
in a dream you would have brought
some lovely, perilous thing,
orchids piled in a great sheath,
as who would say (in a dream),
"i send you this,
who left the blue veins
of your throat unkissed."
why was it that your hands
(that never took mine),
your hands that i could see
drift over the orchid-heads
so carefully,
your hands,...
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in a dream you would have brought
some lovely, perilous thing,
orchids piled in a great sheath,
as who would say (in a dream),
"i send you this,
who left the blue veins
of your throat unkissed."
why was it that your hands
(that never took mine),
your hands that i could see
drift over the orchid-heads
so carefully,
your hands,...
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fancier:
You can probably stop holding your breath, come tomorrow. REMEMBER TO CHECK THE MAIL
freyja__:
perhaps you should have preceded it.
once upon a time a young chap went to one of the suares put on by affiliates of this here site. apparently i. . . i mean he . . .rattled the natives by trying to score a bump, or maybe i was just too drunk in general. . .anyway the protagonist was me. i don't know and it doesn't really matter. the end result...
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whoozywhatzy:
kickass.
synapse:
I'm not so sure myself.
I'm not so sure myself.
sorry about the loss today bubba, but i'll say it once and i'll say it again, you'll never win the treble!