I hate my words right now
...so, send my your favorites...written or thieved
...if that task begs difficult...I'll probably read anything...
...An old stumble...a training video if we must...
Peaches...you like peaches but what about the sticky sweet glamour of hairless fuzzy raster, and the commandoes in the garden with shakes of flaming metal, burning swords for pedals, and June wanting to purr, be purdy...
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...so, send my your favorites...written or thieved
...if that task begs difficult...I'll probably read anything...
...An old stumble...a training video if we must...
Peaches...you like peaches but what about the sticky sweet glamour of hairless fuzzy raster, and the commandoes in the garden with shakes of flaming metal, burning swords for pedals, and June wanting to purr, be purdy...
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Knee-high mordecai, oldest man in the bible...
Translucent guppy
The glory of a fertile prairie meanders vast into cold holistic death, and I couldnt be more ambivalent. Life, a term so unfit for page, offers me a prison of my own creation, a mind of my own failing self absorbed genius, a genius so keen, so keen, keenillogic. The days seem like endlessness, the productivity...
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Translucent guppy
The glory of a fertile prairie meanders vast into cold holistic death, and I couldnt be more ambivalent. Life, a term so unfit for page, offers me a prison of my own creation, a mind of my own failing self absorbed genius, a genius so keen, so keen, keenillogic. The days seem like endlessness, the productivity...
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huck:
your style of writing just doesn't speak to me, admittedly because i struggle to understand your scenarios, and indeed your opinion thereof, and crucially i reach a point where i'm no longer inclined to try to understand. i can appreciate only your vocabulary.
a crude analogy - it is kinda like trying to admire a man's skill with a spade when he is digging away at the bottom of a mile-deep pit; you can't make anything out.
anyway, i hope my candour at least counts for something.
a crude analogy - it is kinda like trying to admire a man's skill with a spade when he is digging away at the bottom of a mile-deep pit; you can't make anything out.
anyway, i hope my candour at least counts for something.
huck:
thanks for your reply.
yes, Bouville (or rather my writing) has some way to go, and i'm enjoying the process of growth n exploration. i bet in a coupla years i'll have some tenderfoot tell me "i don't get it", just as i've told you. anyway, it's nice hearing some strength does show.
cheers
over n out
yes, Bouville (or rather my writing) has some way to go, and i'm enjoying the process of growth n exploration. i bet in a coupla years i'll have some tenderfoot tell me "i don't get it", just as i've told you. anyway, it's nice hearing some strength does show.
cheers
over n out
It's alive.....
ITS ALIVE
Ha
Ha
Ha-ha
Haha-ha-hahahahaha.....
Nazi's and Commies
Getting back
On her
saddle
willow sasparilla
Tickles
me finer
then
twine
On a porch lit
candle
hung
high
Flittering
dervish
like the moon
on a string
Oh dove wing
sandy
heaven
may I die
Cactus
Scarab
upon my festering
restful rescind
To see love dainty
and the orange
blossom
mine
This is the...
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ITS ALIVE
Ha
Ha
Ha-ha
Haha-ha-hahahahaha.....
Nazi's and Commies
Getting back
On her
saddle
willow sasparilla
Tickles
me finer
then
twine
On a porch lit
candle
hung
high
Flittering
dervish
like the moon
on a string
Oh dove wing
sandy
heaven
may I die
Cactus
Scarab
upon my festering
restful rescind
To see love dainty
and the orange
blossom
mine
This is the...
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xip:
IT'S ALIVE
ironically, that's how I feel when my libido wakes UP, not sleeps...down.
I've been celibate since like...March...and only this past month I've finally started prowling again. I'm way too intimidating for my own good though
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ironically, that's how I feel when my libido wakes UP, not sleeps...down.
I've been celibate since like...March...and only this past month I've finally started prowling again. I'm way too intimidating for my own good though
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[Edited on Nov 13, 2005 9:42AM]
xip:
why would an apple be intimidated by a pagan?
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This is another relic... for some reason I am mildly entertained by, and I feel like show and tell needs to be regular, so...this is what i give today...or any day...more words, and if I could paraphrase Huxley...strange exotic creatures from the antipodes of my existence....dig in
ps...please take no offense...I'd recommend the tongue over the cheek...
Jonesing, keeping up, and unwillingly falling behind, melancholy....
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ps...please take no offense...I'd recommend the tongue over the cheek...
Jonesing, keeping up, and unwillingly falling behind, melancholy....
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billyfivecrows:
It's the layers. Bubbles, swelling orbs that don't *pop* but just beget more and more. It's insubstantial...only the muscle's bones and skin know...but they "get it" only partially.
It does become dense, cloying. The Creative feel the density smothering and no choice but to pinpoint-laser, focus to diffuse, direct like conducting...re-mind the emotions and refit.
(The hearts and head's junkyard orchestra. Old tires quickly. Fires in a paintbucket. Flesh-hose flowers...etc. unknown)
It's really to make anew. Something never seen, but man, it feels, doesn't it.
Familial. Familiar.
Yeah...I agree, or I should.
I don't know.
I just have to do.
(Nice piece above. Bliss-anger. How old is it from when?)
It does become dense, cloying. The Creative feel the density smothering and no choice but to pinpoint-laser, focus to diffuse, direct like conducting...re-mind the emotions and refit.
(The hearts and head's junkyard orchestra. Old tires quickly. Fires in a paintbucket. Flesh-hose flowers...etc. unknown)
It's really to make anew. Something never seen, but man, it feels, doesn't it.
Familial. Familiar.
Yeah...I agree, or I should.
I don't know.
I just have to do.
(Nice piece above. Bliss-anger. How old is it from when?)
I am older by numerics today...so, i shall title this piece
Postmordem Afterbirth
Words used to pour out of my eyes
Like a bloody fever
Drum beat African
Fertile
Dire tireless
Romantic
In the glances
Of seduction
Rotten
On the floor
Writhing
Like a placenta
Or stripper
With a shotgun
Holy
Twat
But that was eons
Distant
From here
Dying now
Luster pulsing
Puss
Loveless...
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Postmordem Afterbirth
Words used to pour out of my eyes
Like a bloody fever
Drum beat African
Fertile
Dire tireless
Romantic
In the glances
Of seduction
Rotten
On the floor
Writhing
Like a placenta
Or stripper
With a shotgun
Holy
Twat
But that was eons
Distant
From here
Dying now
Luster pulsing
Puss
Loveless...
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billyfivecrows:
Yeah...connective...
But it seems like one of those "The further one travels, the less one knows"
sorta things...
Ah, well...
(Birthday piece? It's not so bad...what Fatality said, I agree)
[Edited on Nov 07, 2005 6:34PM]
But it seems like one of those "The further one travels, the less one knows"
sorta things...
Ah, well...
(Birthday piece? It's not so bad...what Fatality said, I agree)
[Edited on Nov 07, 2005 6:34PM]
fred:
Happy belated birthday by the way...
I can't seem to get high, or fall too low...words don't want to dance, and neither do the daffodils...nothing grows, nothing changes...but, if Jimmy sees the light, so do I...
Jimmy Cliff, Sitting in Limbo
Sitting here in Limbo
Waiting for the tide turn.
Yeah, now, sitting here in Limbo,
So many things I've got to learn.
Meanwhile, they're putting up a resistance,
But I...
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Jimmy Cliff, Sitting in Limbo
Sitting here in Limbo
Waiting for the tide turn.
Yeah, now, sitting here in Limbo,
So many things I've got to learn.
Meanwhile, they're putting up a resistance,
But I...
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I think it may be time for me to complete my mission on this here Earth, I think it may be time to create a new world, one in which the devices of society hold no weight...ah, just think of it now...ridiculousness running rampant, true freedom, chaotic furthering glee...art welcome, humorous insanity laughing into the passing hours...a complete lapse of functionality, almost as if the...
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fred:
one person's earthly existence is another's celestial playground.
abyssia:
you do it all the time.
Ladies and Gents, I have to get out of this place, it is eating me alive, swallowing me whole, engulfing my every utterance. I have two choices, run screaming, or torch myself...
I am bored beyond any belief, words suck, the same people situations suck, I am in the world's biggest rut, or the worldest most stubborn hole...either way....I am dying here
I want to...
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I am bored beyond any belief, words suck, the same people situations suck, I am in the world's biggest rut, or the worldest most stubborn hole...either way....I am dying here
I want to...
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billyfivecrows:
Cheers!
Zevon, R.I.P
Zevon, R.I.P
abyssia:
i'm too old for you. ;o)
1. I am a treasure trove of virtually useless information, a veritable plethora of trivial junk...and I kind of like it
2. I talk alot, I never knew I talked alot until a few years back...I always thought I was vocal, expressive...I knew that I talked fast...but I have realized, I talk alot...alot
3. I have been called intense, or passionate, a few million times...
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2. I talk alot, I never knew I talked alot until a few years back...I always thought I was vocal, expressive...I knew that I talked fast...but I have realized, I talk alot...alot
3. I have been called intense, or passionate, a few million times...
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billyfivecrows:
1. I only know what I know...and don't know it 'till I do...
2. Me: long, long, long, deep, nerve wracking (for me and everyone else) silences punctuated by sharp, rhythmic, funny, sarcastic, poetic, philosophical and often bizzare and ironic rants.
I've done (non denominational) spiritual counciling, as well, and continue to do so.
3. I resemble that remark.
4. Were we seperated at birth?
5. buzzzzzzzzzzz
6. I love weed. A lot.
7. I'm a sober alchoholic. Almost killed me. Prodigous appetite for da booze...
8. I'm an artist and writer. I'm widely and enthusiastically supported by friends and family. A blessing.
9. Wow...
10. Peace to ya, man.
11. Same here. It's been a major part of my foundation since about age 20.
12. Amen.
13. I see the talent. My credentials improve, I'll see what I can do about getting you some recognition. I think Ezra pound is dead.
14. Nah. Old wives tale. Trust me...
15. Far out quote!
16. (hero)
17. Yes
18. Yes
19. The man's a genius.
20. Dig!
2. Me: long, long, long, deep, nerve wracking (for me and everyone else) silences punctuated by sharp, rhythmic, funny, sarcastic, poetic, philosophical and often bizzare and ironic rants.
I've done (non denominational) spiritual counciling, as well, and continue to do so.
3. I resemble that remark.
4. Were we seperated at birth?
5. buzzzzzzzzzzz
6. I love weed. A lot.
7. I'm a sober alchoholic. Almost killed me. Prodigous appetite for da booze...
8. I'm an artist and writer. I'm widely and enthusiastically supported by friends and family. A blessing.
9. Wow...
10. Peace to ya, man.
11. Same here. It's been a major part of my foundation since about age 20.
12. Amen.
13. I see the talent. My credentials improve, I'll see what I can do about getting you some recognition. I think Ezra pound is dead.
14. Nah. Old wives tale. Trust me...
15. Far out quote!
16. (hero)
17. Yes
18. Yes
19. The man's a genius.
20. Dig!
fred:
The big bad C. It took my grandfather and my friends dad this year. And my dad spent all year fighting it in chemo.
I don't think you have to have depression to be inspired. Maybe more the opposite.
I'm thinking you got plenty of time to do something good still. Keep your eye on the star.
In my own case I've realized there's two things: getting by and doing what you want. Hopefully they meet together as much as possible, but it's not entirely necessary, in fact totally rare.
Maybe find a line of work that's indirectly supportive of writing to support what you really want to do....
Thanks for passing it on. Good one!
The big bad C. It took my grandfather and my friends dad this year. And my dad spent all year fighting it in chemo.
I don't think you have to have depression to be inspired. Maybe more the opposite.
I'm thinking you got plenty of time to do something good still. Keep your eye on the star.
In my own case I've realized there's two things: getting by and doing what you want. Hopefully they meet together as much as possible, but it's not entirely necessary, in fact totally rare.
Maybe find a line of work that's indirectly supportive of writing to support what you really want to do....
Thanks for passing it on. Good one!
My old self feels like content...inertia like a cadillac streaming elvis, sipping Jack Daniels on the man's clock...damn, rebellion isn't for every forever sun, just the good set rolling melancholy cigarette chafe, roped, hustled, doped.
btw...I have decided that whatever I am writing must be one of two things....a true voice being honed, with some unalienable talents....or, a worthless jumble of self-indulgent, quasi-intellectual jargon, manifactured...
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btw...I have decided that whatever I am writing must be one of two things....a true voice being honed, with some unalienable talents....or, a worthless jumble of self-indulgent, quasi-intellectual jargon, manifactured...
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quasi_sean:
you sir, can fucking write. i really like this.
fred:
If you're up for it, *tag* (list of 20 things about yourself)
...anything e.e. cummings....
ps. if you just give her better 4 play, she'll come back. write still it doesnt seem like shit anymore. (says the hypocrite)