I stood outside metrodome on a cold windy november day in 1987, all of seven years old with my dad, who had suprisingly takin me out of school for the day... to watch him, number 34 in my heart, television, and bedroom wall, ride around in a convertible larger than life, adorning a giant fur coat to keep warm...I remember shaking his hand...
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like the last days of disco....i was just barely born....hahahaha
A noise I make with my lips
As if voice squandered
by the river banks
chatters incoherent
mellifluous perversion
it
proverbial
dwells
innate
of it the wind
calls many a ridiculous demon
the land skips
and we mutter middle earth
an effigy for a garden
hose
betty Crocker
punk rocker
a tattoo pygmy
serpentine
writhing...
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A noise I make with my lips
As if voice squandered
by the river banks
chatters incoherent
mellifluous perversion
it
proverbial
dwells
innate
of it the wind
calls many a ridiculous demon
the land skips
and we mutter middle earth
an effigy for a garden
hose
betty Crocker
punk rocker
a tattoo pygmy
serpentine
writhing...
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eccentric:
Forgiven. I'm only a slam poet because i like drive...and manny writers/performers whom i worked with before slam flacked before the spell check.
spelling is a great thing...like making money, i'm not so good at it.
spelling is a great thing...like making money, i'm not so good at it.
eccentric:
what do you have against the poor musicians?
http://www.ism.org/
http://www.ism.org/
there are gaping holes in my writing techniques....
....if anyone has seen my paradigm shift, please send him back my way....
heres a recipe on par with frozen food....
Late night
etching
fiber glass
broken
whisper
prehistoria
love
drug frenzied
I think
of her
like a
labotomy
stealing
my smile
or an ache
deaf
majesty
flute fruity
piss
and vinegar
cat
tonic catatonic
slit throat...
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....if anyone has seen my paradigm shift, please send him back my way....
heres a recipe on par with frozen food....
Late night
etching
fiber glass
broken
whisper
prehistoria
love
drug frenzied
I think
of her
like a
labotomy
stealing
my smile
or an ache
deaf
majesty
flute fruity
piss
and vinegar
cat
tonic catatonic
slit throat...
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billyfivecrows:
An egg barbecued by a black hole
fred:
So then jump in the hole see where it goes.
Think of a different approach and do it even if it's really different or even just plain sucks.
For example: use a rhyme scheme, short fiction, a true story not involving yourself.
So then jump in the hole see where it goes.
Think of a different approach and do it even if it's really different or even just plain sucks.
For example: use a rhyme scheme, short fiction, a true story not involving yourself.
I don't know what to think anymore....so I am not going to....think...anymore
would you like some marmalade....
She fucked me over the marbled counter
her shark skin pussy swill
with the swankiest smashed sunkist lemon
meringue
Pied I felt milkweed
and dandelion
piss
sticky trickling on my inner thigh
the counter counted cold
against
my dangling wing nut
sack swinging silly
In the breeze
the...
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would you like some marmalade....
She fucked me over the marbled counter
her shark skin pussy swill
with the swankiest smashed sunkist lemon
meringue
Pied I felt milkweed
and dandelion
piss
sticky trickling on my inner thigh
the counter counted cold
against
my dangling wing nut
sack swinging silly
In the breeze
the...
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eccentric:
my, but you do so know how to win us women folk with words. don't joke, where can i rent this smirf porn? 
madi:
I like the new picture. And as you know I am a huge fan of your writing. That is so sexy. Do you have any sugar-free marmalade?
so....did i mention the contempt I hold for words....
Little bathwater
whimpers
follow baby
powder
her mellow
sangre
pitter-pattering
multitudes
flittering winter
fanciful
a crow
tap dances
on the
window
agaze beholder
beauty
ritual virtuous
polygamy
root scientific
cosmos
the asian
bloated
root lotus
black
streak blue
lightning
cat nap
nude
nip stroke
boast
full demogogue
laziness
simple slavery
placenta
artful oven
hallelujah
a message...
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Little bathwater
whimpers
follow baby
powder
her mellow
sangre
pitter-pattering
multitudes
flittering winter
fanciful
a crow
tap dances
on the
window
agaze beholder
beauty
ritual virtuous
polygamy
root scientific
cosmos
the asian
bloated
root lotus
black
streak blue
lightning
cat nap
nude
nip stroke
boast
full demogogue
laziness
simple slavery
placenta
artful oven
hallelujah
a message...
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fred:
Those words,
those contemptuous whelps.
I'll take no part in their sangria bathtime experience.
I've forgotten how to split cane.
My feet bleed.
and I've run out of medical supply waste.
No more postcards.
No more gooey crimson pillows
floating by the seaside
sifting coffee creamer refinery process.
Those words,
those contemptuous whelps.
I'll take no part in their sangria bathtime experience.
I've forgotten how to split cane.
My feet bleed.
and I've run out of medical supply waste.
No more postcards.
No more gooey crimson pillows
floating by the seaside
sifting coffee creamer refinery process.
eccentric:
Well good sir, maybe you should look into interpretive dance instead of word play. just don't run and leap with sharp object near-by. your muse is now a munic. mine came back, but she is now deprived of all contructive process and linear motivation. what kind of psycotropic substances did you give the girl! my bloody muse now has ADD. great.
I am willing to owe myself to anyone who decides to search through my previous journals to find their favorite piece I have written...the offer stands as I struggle to pick
I feel like a parent, who will willingly scold and teach my children ( editing the writings) but, is reluctant to judge them above the obvious qualifications....
so much thanks...
I feel like a parent, who will willingly scold and teach my children ( editing the writings) but, is reluctant to judge them above the obvious qualifications....
so much thanks...
abyssia:
In a last desperate moment
A man sawed off
Pointed at me
Crippling with city eyes of indemnity
The street became
To a shark in orgasm
Pavement blood
Like hobo liquor
Under the cherry wine
The Moon bathed
In rain water converted
Naked jay-bird theater
Set sunset alveoli asthmatic
To be yonder
Here
And now
With a porcelain tendril
Lingering to shatter
Glass
In me
The Virgin Mary
Thinking
I was
Achilles
And me
Pointed
Loaded and thrust forward
Timely like metaphorical redundancy
Without rhyme
In a loveless season
Waiting, dying
In epiphany
Until the very breathe
Is stolen
In bloody debt
Gangster impetus wild
Reaping
Nature
Opulent in bevy
Ire spent
And grace
Full
Of Stupidity
Upon a dire precipice
To which
Gospel
Is a guiding light
To romanticized masculinity
In my pants
She is dancing
Smitten crest
Befuddled
Cocksure whimsy
Zealous
And symptomatic
Stumped
Thumping beat
Down
Low light crooned
Rumbled ethnicity
Groveling
Holy
Mercy
To be so deep within love
When the orchestra hums
Like the tired ocean
Sand basks
Immortality
As sin and beckon mention time
And time winks
Photonic
And minimally existent
Core
Essential tranquility
Like the nook of an eve
When whisper mentions psalm
And forgiveness
Metamorphosis
Iconoclastic
Butter melted serenity
To which
What witch
What war locked
Away
Dancing
In an alleyway
Broiled
Inner-city stolen
The fading love
Of a woman
To make
A Man
Like a woman
Can make
A man
A man
AND
Incant me
A star
Little birdie
With orange cheeks
Yellow suspender
Charm
Like crickets
To buddy holly
Hiccup serenades
As ideal
To me
As Sunshine
And liquor talk
Lullaby
Naked
Plutonic
As perpetual family
Without sin
Or
Alibi
Cake
All covered
In Cooing
Marzipan
Bird droppings
To fruit
Fly
Maggots
Reproducing
We
Are
Magnanimously
Billion
Spoke
Howling
Wolves
The parrot
Cock
A teal
Female
And me
Like lamprey
Wine
Suckling
Orgy
Watchers
Wishing
Angels
At least she is
An angel
Like a pixie
To a fool
Before antiquity
Knew
Greek
Metaphor
Under the sky
Short
On the earth flat
Running away
Depression
But a used
Popsicle
away
(Not surprising choices coming from me, I'm sure)
A man sawed off
Pointed at me
Crippling with city eyes of indemnity
The street became
To a shark in orgasm
Pavement blood
Like hobo liquor
Under the cherry wine
The Moon bathed
In rain water converted
Naked jay-bird theater
Set sunset alveoli asthmatic
To be yonder
Here
And now
With a porcelain tendril
Lingering to shatter
Glass
In me
The Virgin Mary
Thinking
I was
Achilles
And me
Pointed
Loaded and thrust forward
Timely like metaphorical redundancy
Without rhyme
In a loveless season
Waiting, dying
In epiphany
Until the very breathe
Is stolen
In bloody debt
Gangster impetus wild
Reaping
Nature
Opulent in bevy
Ire spent
And grace
Full
Of Stupidity
Upon a dire precipice
To which
Gospel
Is a guiding light
To romanticized masculinity
In my pants
She is dancing
Smitten crest
Befuddled
Cocksure whimsy
Zealous
And symptomatic
Stumped
Thumping beat
Down
Low light crooned
Rumbled ethnicity
Groveling
Holy
Mercy
To be so deep within love
When the orchestra hums
Like the tired ocean
Sand basks
Immortality
As sin and beckon mention time
And time winks
Photonic
And minimally existent
Core
Essential tranquility
Like the nook of an eve
When whisper mentions psalm
And forgiveness
Metamorphosis
Iconoclastic
Butter melted serenity
To which
What witch
What war locked
Away
Dancing
In an alleyway
Broiled
Inner-city stolen
The fading love
Of a woman
To make
A Man
Like a woman
Can make
A man
A man
AND
Incant me
A star
Little birdie
With orange cheeks
Yellow suspender
Charm
Like crickets
To buddy holly
Hiccup serenades
As ideal
To me
As Sunshine
And liquor talk
Lullaby
Naked
Plutonic
As perpetual family
Without sin
Or
Alibi
Cake
All covered
In Cooing
Marzipan
Bird droppings
To fruit
Fly
Maggots
Reproducing
We
Are
Magnanimously
Billion
Spoke
Howling
Wolves
The parrot
Cock
A teal
Female
And me
Like lamprey
Wine
Suckling
Orgy
Watchers
Wishing
Angels
At least she is
An angel
Like a pixie
To a fool
Before antiquity
Knew
Greek
Metaphor
Under the sky
Short
On the earth flat
Running away
Depression
But a used
Popsicle
away
(Not surprising choices coming from me, I'm sure)
huck:
thanks for the comment/post, man. i really enjoyed it, which is nice because your work usually goes over my head. you bring out the lazy thinker in me. 
what is the one piece for? an anthology/zine?
i seem to remember a while back you complained of a creative disappointment. that seems to have passed, which is good to hear.
happy new year and all that.
what is the one piece for? an anthology/zine?
i seem to remember a while back you complained of a creative disappointment. that seems to have passed, which is good to hear.
happy new year and all that.
Raise your glasses people for that old Jessica Lange sign....
and here's to everybody getting laid....
enough with announcements...I may have fans burning to read my banter...ah, the pipe has been good to me....
and ladies, my mojo is back, which is funny, because all hell just broke loose... and the devil may care
...There is no time like now
Fucking wilder gratis
Licking dripped...
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and here's to everybody getting laid....
enough with announcements...I may have fans burning to read my banter...ah, the pipe has been good to me....
and ladies, my mojo is back, which is funny, because all hell just broke loose... and the devil may care
...There is no time like now
Fucking wilder gratis
Licking dripped...
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capital:
What does Schopenhauer's pain/pleasure pendulum have on Buddhism? I actually don't know that Schopenhauer would claim it has anything on Buddhism- in fact, in what I was just reading, Schopenhauer states that "If I were to take the results of my philosophy as the standard of truth, I would have to consider Buddhism the finest of all religion." I can't say that I know very much on Schopenhauer, beyond that one small element of his philosophy; I wanted to read more on it to better respond to your comment, but I haven't had time. It would be my guess that he considers pain/pleasure a self-dissatisfying process that's a strong innate tendency for human nature, the pitfalls of which can be circumvented only with realization of the futility of the process. And resignation. So in that philosophical sense (though not in the religious, divine, other-worldly sense) I would agree that his conclusions would be very much aligned with the ideals of Buddhism.
I go back and forth on the way I see past philosophers. In one sense, I do see them as relics of the past, old scientists whose falsely limited conclusions can be recognized with the progression of history. But in another sense, philosophers seem more timeless to me. Unlike science, philosophy by nature does not lend itself to a direct trajectory of "progress." Many of the most important questions are necessarily unprovable - and that is precisely the realm of philosophy. So in that sense, I don't think philosophers should be considered overcome and discarded the way past scientists whose theories have been disproven can be. To me, philosophers bring different angles of insight, the truth or falsity of which can be valuable just in their exploration.
I go back and forth on the way I see past philosophers. In one sense, I do see them as relics of the past, old scientists whose falsely limited conclusions can be recognized with the progression of history. But in another sense, philosophers seem more timeless to me. Unlike science, philosophy by nature does not lend itself to a direct trajectory of "progress." Many of the most important questions are necessarily unprovable - and that is precisely the realm of philosophy. So in that sense, I don't think philosophers should be considered overcome and discarded the way past scientists whose theories have been disproven can be. To me, philosophers bring different angles of insight, the truth or falsity of which can be valuable just in their exploration.
fred:
Yeah, what is up with that Jessica Lange they're always singing about how old she is... and "may all acquaintances be forgot" are we supposed to forget everyone we meet or something? They have to explain that song.
Happy New Year!
Yeah, what is up with that Jessica Lange they're always singing about how old she is... and "may all acquaintances be forgot" are we supposed to forget everyone we meet or something? They have to explain that song.
Happy New Year!
seriously this is from the family archives....
On the twelveth day of x-mas my true love gave to me
....twelve round the worlders
....eleven oozing clits
...ten tantilizing tits
...nine naked nymphos
....eight gaping assholes
...seven scrotums swinging
....six sleazy sluts
....five mother fuckers
....four cock suckers
...three french ticklers
...two brass balls
....and a hand job in a pear tree
It is almost time...
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On the twelveth day of x-mas my true love gave to me
....twelve round the worlders
....eleven oozing clits
...ten tantilizing tits
...nine naked nymphos
....eight gaping assholes
...seven scrotums swinging
....six sleazy sluts
....five mother fuckers
....four cock suckers
...three french ticklers
...two brass balls
....and a hand job in a pear tree
It is almost time...
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fred:
That's my kind of christmas song... completely filthy and obscene. hehe
I wouldn't mind christmas songs if they were all like that.
Merry day after christmas.
That's my kind of christmas song... completely filthy and obscene. hehe
I wouldn't mind christmas songs if they were all like that.
Merry day after christmas.
candycox:
Love it! hahahah. I hate xxmas songs, but that one would redeem all. Who wouldn't want ten tantalizing tits?? Yummy. teehee. 
xoxo
PS Sorry about scaring u with my strap-on photos earlier... hahaha... my friend wanted me to post them so she could see what it looked like... I don't even own one, that belongs to the guy. I work as an escort, so I see a lot of crazy shit, let me tell you.
xoxo
PS Sorry about scaring u with my strap-on photos earlier... hahaha... my friend wanted me to post them so she could see what it looked like... I don't even own one, that belongs to the guy. I work as an escort, so I see a lot of crazy shit, let me tell you.
I am continually pushing outward the parameters of how tacky and pun indulgent I can be....my style has no direction, I feel like I am.....I am, skull fucking the worlds smallest infinite abyss....
So I thought
and came righteous
for Garrison Keillor
wasn't worth it
The weight of a life
in prison
or psychosis
like Chapman
Hell
the walls
all thorazine
flavored haldol
To ass-birth...
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So I thought
and came righteous
for Garrison Keillor
wasn't worth it
The weight of a life
in prison
or psychosis
like Chapman
Hell
the walls
all thorazine
flavored haldol
To ass-birth...
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heatherdlite:
wow.
eccentric:
ps. this was so funny : "I am continually pushing outward the parameters of how tacky and pun indulgent I can be....my style has no direction, I feel like I am.....I am, skull fucking the worlds smallest infinite abyss...."
i had to read it outloud to my roomate.
merry X-mass, may you get better crap then you gave.
i had to read it outloud to my roomate.
merry X-mass, may you get better crap then you gave.
Updated...I just spent my night listening to a hassid make reggae, all the while filling my mind with existentialism
...what a glorious time to be alive
...and i think I might put some small words on my wrist...I am open to suggestion...
As the jazz
rolls
buttery between
her thighs
I see
drug
abuse
resuscitation
Fine tweed
tickled
pallid
bulbous azure
swank
skinny
skank
metaphors...
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...what a glorious time to be alive
...and i think I might put some small words on my wrist...I am open to suggestion...
As the jazz
rolls
buttery between
her thighs
I see
drug
abuse
resuscitation
Fine tweed
tickled
pallid
bulbous azure
swank
skinny
skank
metaphors...
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slide:
hey thanks, i shall have to check them out 
billyfivecrows:
"Her majesty's a pretty nice girl
But she doesn't have a lot to say
Her majesty's a pretty nice girl
But she changes from day to day
I wanna tell her that I love her alot
But I gotta get a belly full of wine
Her majesty's a pretty nice girl
Some day I'm gonna make her mine
Ooo, yeah
Someday I'm gonna make her mine..."
"Her majesty's a pretty nice girl
But she doesn't have a lot to say
Her majesty's a pretty nice girl
But she changes from day to day
I wanna tell her that I love her alot
But I gotta get a belly full of wine
Her majesty's a pretty nice girl
Some day I'm gonna make her mine
Ooo, yeah
Someday I'm gonna make her mine..."
I think I'll have it tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.
Powerful page, above.
Thanks for sharing. The story and then the Fogerty. Nice touch.
-c.
line drive
the seventh inning eternal stretch
[Edited on Mar 07, 2006 11:45PM]