julianbleach

This Notebook Belongs To...
Broken Hearts & Memories
Empty Bottle & Empty Dreams
Cats, Joints, Xmas Trees
And the Little White Lies that make the world go round

Psuedocidal Genocide
Stray-Cat Nation
An Institution without
A Revolution or Revelation
How can you be lost,
If you never knew the Way?
Tear out your eyes
Replace them with Lies
The White Ones
That light the way...
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Yvette was French, but she was also Canadian.
For most of her life she had been two things.
The Angel & The Whore,
from the Statton Island Shores.
She carried breadsticks in a bag on a bike with cane.
A little cane basket built for bags.
From the markets which she bought the bag she rode,
down Raglan Hill to a little crossing by a...
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Good evening my darlings. Welcome to the initiation of a new weekly tradition, wherein I will be sharing with you, Constant Reader, my devious evil concoctions that other people would never dare to call edible, muhahaha.

This week, Jules Scrambled Eggs

Ingredients:

4 Eggs
2 cups of Low Fat Milk
1 Teaspoon Low Salt Reduced Fat Table Spread
1 teaspoon Dill
2 teaspoons Sweet Honey...
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Eyes were smoke-screened,
Her smile, a chain-link fence
Heart was locked & guarded.
Laughter came in spikes
From a hippocratic smile.
She carried hemlock,
In a ziplock bag.

Tweleve Dreams,
Of Odysseus & Sholto,
She traveled to Rome.
They talked over telephone,
Put it in the planner,
To leave your heart on hold.

Oh Risus, Oh Risus.
You tear me to pieces

JD Salinger passed away today on 28th January 2010 at the age of 91 at his home in New Hampshire. He inspired a whole generation and gave birth a to a new genre, influencing the works of Kerouac, Ginsberg & Burroughs, and my good friend Markus Zusak, who was responsible for giving me my first copy of Catcher In The Rye when I was 16....
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My arm is sore, my sockets popped & my ligaments torn from spending too much time reaching for the elusive cookie jar on the top shelf, and just like a kid, I still refuse to settle for second best, such as grandmas hard boiled candy. Insanity is indeed doing the same thing over and over again but expecting different results. But here I stand, years...
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I Smell Like Cartoons

Dreamt Justine was staying at my place for a few days and nights. We watched daytime TV together and she met my friends. For some reason I was back in high-school. I watched her in an off broadway production she was starring in for the school. In one scene she was wearing a classic - the little black dress. In another...
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Art Vampire
I slowly fear I am becoming one who is attaching one's self to a movement, scene or theme & by surrounding myself inside of it, pretensiously feel as if i have claim over it.

I have long wanted to be a unique, artistic individual who could create original personal works and claim them as my own. But, 7 years out of high school,...
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Paragraphs for Parasites
i have to try and censor myself
otherwise id type a fucking essay and call it a love letter and hand it to you

Exclamation Excrement
you are my cat and i am curious.
Just dont kill me.