a slow train ride
bare trees sway in the wind
an ache awaits
'her stone countenance'
my eye falls on anything
sees nothing
a fear of illness
uncomfortable
everything is just so
tomorrow I will hear of you
but never see you
you are gone
silence
no tomorrow
just an endless rainy day
a few ferish notes of guitar
dwindling
I'd like to hear your...
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bare trees sway in the wind
an ache awaits
'her stone countenance'
my eye falls on anything
sees nothing
a fear of illness
uncomfortable
everything is just so
tomorrow I will hear of you
but never see you
you are gone
silence
no tomorrow
just an endless rainy day
a few ferish notes of guitar
dwindling
I'd like to hear your...
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here I am at Kinkos
sing me a sweet song
my time is dear
and costly
sing me a sweet song
my time is dear
and costly
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snow:
we can be the schizophrenic, crime fighting duo, and go to kinkos and make massive amounts of copies.
randomdent:
Isnt kinkos just great fun.
no time for a journal entry
la la la
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jejunebug:
glarp.
jasonzot:
Do you have any time now?
Art
as the spirit fades
the form appears
bukowski
as the spirit fades
the form appears
bukowski
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mobprod:
I've never read any Bukowski, aside from part of a story he wrote in Drinkin, Smoking & Screwing. He's the fellow that Barfly was written by, wasn't he?
jasonzot:
the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them
cause and effect
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them
cause and effect
Love, let me sleep tonight on you couch
And remember the smell of the fabric
Of your simple city dress
Oh... that was so real
We walked around til the moon got full like a plate
The wind blew an invocation and i fell asleep at the gate
And I never stepped on the cracks 'cause i thought i'd hurt my mother
And I couldn't...
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And remember the smell of the fabric
Of your simple city dress
Oh... that was so real
We walked around til the moon got full like a plate
The wind blew an invocation and i fell asleep at the gate
And I never stepped on the cracks 'cause i thought i'd hurt my mother
And I couldn't...
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toiletooth:
...........and i love your poem..........
desiderata:
"...i am invaded, i lose everything, my mind vacillates, i am only aware of sensations.."
hee hee
I went to high school with Charlotte
we exchanged boyfriends
I went to high school with Charlotte
we exchanged boyfriends
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cherryjess:
your not so bad yourself
artfag:
Jim Jarmusch is one of my favorite directors. Down by Law is one of his best. I like that look on your face in your profile picture, it's the look of complexity masked by nothingness.
These past few morning have been so bright
I wish I had a car
a big baby blue boat of a thing
and I could just drive on down
I would bring 4 cartons of cigarettes
(it is a long trip)
a recorder, as I say things I wish I could remember while delirious and traveling
(all those personalities on the greyhound)
a few years...
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I wish I had a car
a big baby blue boat of a thing
and I could just drive on down
I would bring 4 cartons of cigarettes
(it is a long trip)
a recorder, as I say things I wish I could remember while delirious and traveling
(all those personalities on the greyhound)
a few years...
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nisi:
to the ocean of wine in the south seas. watch out for the 3 legged cyclops. bring 8 and a half and a VCR. a telescope, your dagger, a modicum of snuff (in case you end up in the sea monsters belly, it'll make 'em sneeze, remember?), and your trusty horse. okay. you're set little lady. happy trails. bon voyage.
earplug6947:
(me too. i lied to seem cooler.)
It's raining
The ghost shuffled off into the hallway, up to the roof to look out at the misty city. Parts of him fall behind like crackling leaves. I gather them up and put them in an old soap box.
As the light of morning fades in, his breath is quieter, and he slowly disappears until evening.
I pity him that he cannot leave this...
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The ghost shuffled off into the hallway, up to the roof to look out at the misty city. Parts of him fall behind like crackling leaves. I gather them up and put them in an old soap box.
As the light of morning fades in, his breath is quieter, and he slowly disappears until evening.
I pity him that he cannot leave this...
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boxterjulep:
Stillness stalked the quiet town,
her feet never touching the ground
she saw a place with books old and used
wandered into their dust filled dens
and there, she found her muse
to rest her head on her hand,
hot coffee to stir
a table to stretch out
french novels to read...
she longed for the simple
in what easily could be,
but now she had a purpose:
to bring her silence to me.
her feet never touching the ground
she saw a place with books old and used
wandered into their dust filled dens
and there, she found her muse
to rest her head on her hand,
hot coffee to stir
a table to stretch out
french novels to read...
she longed for the simple
in what easily could be,
but now she had a purpose:
to bring her silence to me.
I used to have hair, so long
it fell to my hips
now I keep it in a box
it is like silk
with the scent of rose water
I could hide in it like godiva
or coil it round me like medusa
it will never grow back
that is alright
I don't need to hide anymore
it fell to my hips
now I keep it in a box
it is like silk
with the scent of rose water
I could hide in it like godiva
or coil it round me like medusa
it will never grow back
that is alright
I don't need to hide anymore
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jejunebug:
um.. heh. i have some 'splaining to do.
i don't know any french at all.. i just typed up stuff in english and put it through a bad translator.
as for kilroy.. i just randomly thought of him.
this is who he is..
Kilroy was here! The message appeared mysteriously all over Europe and the Pacific during World War II. The phrase was scrawled on desolate beachheads, notable landmarks and on walls everywhere. The message was believed to have been left by an American, although it was often discovered by the first American troops to enter areas formerly occupied by enemy troops. The phrase irritated German and Japanese troops to no end but delighted (and also bewildered) American forces as it added much needed levity to the brutality of war. It also provided a great deal of mystery about who Kilroy was and how he got to so many areas of the war before anyone else.
At the conclusion of the war, the American Transit Association decided to put a face on the mysterious Mr. Kilroy. After sponsoring a radio contest to draw out the phantom, they declared James J. Kilroy of Halifax, Massachusetts the "Kilroy". Mr. Kilroy explained that as a part of his work, he would write the phrase "Kilroy was here" on the wall of any area he inspected in order to let others know that it had already been inspected. The Association awarded him a 22-ton streetcar which he eventually converted into sleep quarters for some of his children.
i don't know any french at all.. i just typed up stuff in english and put it through a bad translator.
as for kilroy.. i just randomly thought of him.
this is who he is..
Kilroy was here! The message appeared mysteriously all over Europe and the Pacific during World War II. The phrase was scrawled on desolate beachheads, notable landmarks and on walls everywhere. The message was believed to have been left by an American, although it was often discovered by the first American troops to enter areas formerly occupied by enemy troops. The phrase irritated German and Japanese troops to no end but delighted (and also bewildered) American forces as it added much needed levity to the brutality of war. It also provided a great deal of mystery about who Kilroy was and how he got to so many areas of the war before anyone else.
At the conclusion of the war, the American Transit Association decided to put a face on the mysterious Mr. Kilroy. After sponsoring a radio contest to draw out the phantom, they declared James J. Kilroy of Halifax, Massachusetts the "Kilroy". Mr. Kilroy explained that as a part of his work, he would write the phrase "Kilroy was here" on the wall of any area he inspected in order to let others know that it had already been inspected. The Association awarded him a 22-ton streetcar which he eventually converted into sleep quarters for some of his children.
jasonzot:
Totally off topic, but did you work at the Roma on State or in IV?
Live in SB for many years before moving up to the NW. I have to admit I miss the smell of eucalyptus and jasmine in the morning...damn this rain.
Live in SB for many years before moving up to the NW. I have to admit I miss the smell of eucalyptus and jasmine in the morning...damn this rain.
hello hello
I've been drinkin'
oh and I love you
I love you
I've been drinkin'
oh and I love you
I love you
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nudwig:
uh, hello. LA is good to me, gives me her love and hate and asskickings to make me great. Yeah, there's lots of sleezy beatches around but I don't pay much attention to em. Boxman gives you butterflies? Right on, he's a good duder, righteous and whatnot and always quick to throw a punch when ya need him, even speaks adequate enough spanish to get the federalies to take the handcuffs off and mend broken egos of the cantina locals.
digdug:
i'm pretty sure that you have the best pic on SG
dead of winter.
dead is an operative word. but operating on what..
it's not a strong song sung on those days. whispered by the life and its livers passing by.
Juniper
Come play with me
Juniper
Hop and play in your Juniper way
And let's forget the sadness
Juniper
Juniper
What's the matter
Little Juniper
Take your mind off these miserable times
Let's play the game of secrets
I don't want to be here
I don't want to play anymore
I don't want to be here
I don't want to be here
I don't even care anymore
I don't want to be here
I don't want to live
Alone
Juniper
Juniper
It's okay sweet little
Juniper
We can play some other Juniper day
When you feel a little better
Juniper
I love you little Juniper