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24 September 2014

I don't remember writing this.

Dowels of half-cocked assurances pick up stick through me and open suppurating portholes.  I'm reminded of that high school production of Anything Goes.  Angels blowing.  Lamenting nowadays. Everything jumping away from tune with the exuberance of three thousand eyes on you.  Pancake makeup drying future flowers.

"Sing" everyone tells me.  After an hour on Youtube recording my warbling the advice is lost on me, having been repeated into unfamiliarity.  SING SING SING SING SING SINGING SINGER SING SANG SUNG SINGED.  All it does is make me 17.  And fat.

I'm taking on water.  Rather, I need bailing out—I don't know about the within and without of the moisture.  It feels much more forced and created from thin air than the process of transferring the sea through the barrier of skin.  There's a lot that needs letting out.  This ship is really a few plywood flats painted white and gray.

Yesterday I threw away some rotten tomatoes.  Lucky little tomatoes that got to give up.  Hold on.  Before long I'l have to make sure that dreams weren't involved in this ramble.  And then I'll remember how far away dreams are.  Blown across the world by Gabriel and his paper måché trumpet. Today and twelve years ago to this day.  Two times the presence.
Who is partying the stories? If you want that question to bear a resemblance to rhetorical, take a whack at it.

Lunch hour

Bud! Look!
Laughter laughter I think
Um…
Ow, only, the dead one mark it comingtake the trailclick.
Bark his dark sunglasses laughter laughter I whet I’m gonna take off, um, I’ll see you on Monday let me know if there’s anything, ok, bye.
Bye.
Draaahhh, oh crap floppy brown hair dark sunglasses white white teeth. Lookah here. Laughter only one grid click clop clop a rhythm. Byeeeee
Turn and open wait wait wait wiat a little bit more close.
A girl’s voice.


Whoop.

07 September 2014

January 21, 2014


Oh SOophia I wasn’t talking to myself I was talking to the dog.
Only if he can find his owner before Dorothy gets home, she hates dogd.
Oh he likes me, he must be a male-mind? Min of course I mind, you cant keep that filthy beast in my house.
Laughter
You won’t even know he’s here.
Dorothy has to say it’s ok, too.
H=That seems fair.
Ive had it, Ive just had it. In the past few days Ive been turnd down for every available part-time job.
Right. Its dteady work, they supply the uniform, and you’re married to God.
STOP

The Most Honest Conversation I've Ever Had


hey, I’m here. where r u?
me 2. behind the bldg.
k
is that where u r?
maybe J
driving or parking?
one sec
k
i don’t see ur car
ok, i’m not coming
um…?????
sorry. it’s 2 hard
wtf?
sorry

The Library


Her white pants are fastened fast,
and sit high.
When she disappears behind the stacks, I
reopen my doors to the world.
For her.

She doesn’t care.

14 August 2014

Visiting Card

8 Gold Teeth
"I see that new style.  I'm old school, but I see that new style."
Administration building, north stairwell.